Esoteric Electricity

Sun Ra orchestra, son stop, come hop in the nauticas with the gods ‘n us

Lion hearted like Richard, lines harder than a blind man doing plane charters

Y’all plain artists, faint harvesters, carvers of wack art, card writer, card swiper

God-like fiery mastery, Kill La Kill esque atrophy, the rap speed is magically

Pasturing the Maccabees type of armour because nobody attacking me

Y’all really cracking me up, your shits gotta be crunk or it’s as sloppy as Oliver Hardy drunk

Skunk-competition, flunk-out-of-schoolers tryna duel with this awesome dissin’

Full of pompous visions, got me thinkin’ the prophecies I’m spitting fought these critics

Talkin’ to me like sirens from the Odyssey, century old man discombobulating the bitches

They call me the ego-bearer, rhyme architecture verbal pallbearer, wall starer, call mayors

By first names, verse came first place, I’m Ego the living poet and you know it

The potent, most open Ghost, kill a bee with a potion without a notice

The Watcher’s eyes open with his big brother smokin’ trees he be Rollin’

Swollen cheeks from toting reef’ and troping it through his teeth

Telling me “Go to Sleep” but I’m not right so you know the poet never sleeps

Hold the beat

 

Malcolm X winters, albums left in turns, watching Salem see a witch burn

They said a bitch hurt, which bird? No kilo, but you know the people

Who’d choke some seeds yo, Guts and Zodd countering love with God

Dumb facades got me my heart cunning up and down above a nod

Pelle Pelle sporting, bellyaches from Coke snorting, chuck beats like Morton

Hug creeps when I’m yawning, pawning on raw eggs and swallowin’

Heavyweight champion of the iron mic, fire in the sky, James Baldwin was right

Thames fall in the night, Forest of fire coming through, watch out for the fools

And watch out for those buckets coming to undo your swimming pool

I paint images in rap like Botticelli, from DaVinci to Nelly, R. Kelly then back to remedies

Plant medicine, moon shine is bright, let the solar rays out, let them in

Cater craters to aliens playin’ in my house with me yellin’ “get to letterin’”