Parallel Pen

Yo

Ecstatic calligraphy, son of a noble father, 3rd generation from my grandparents harbour

Charcoal rap, Benadryl couldn’t cure this type of ill, with the painkiller flow that I spill

From my grill, ain’t lookin’ like RCAA, cuz I got no plaques but I contain a lotta cheese

Pass the lye to me, find me foreign-rippin’ rides in slides with a cute face next me me

Touch her with my magic hands and her soul begins to fashion dance

Undo her pants, I got her yielding her pleasures into a grand trance

You couldn’t beat me if you had one hundred of your man’s mans

Cuz they all shams, they all sweat through their glands and ran

From the iron duel of Kalligraphy, striking fools reading Marx in a liturgy

Looking at the ways of the world that bite the cool off of the hardest men, literally

Never still, always moving like objects within the hands of gravity

Bow to your majesty and vow to me you’ll never commit a travesty

Upon my reign, the song I sang, Achilles couldn’t defile this body, that’s his tragedy

Poisonous darts aiming at the hearts at young girls and boys in parks

Ain’t no game, play hard, sway the large cup of ice, see the preacher talkin’ trife

Jacked his jacket when the mass ended and in his pockets there were Trojans, nice

Pastor is pimp, you could tell by his eyes, look deep, every man wants a slice

Of a hooker with the thighs, onlookers of the lights in the city, living nice

Dealing mice shuffled cards puffing cigars, rodents roving in my acres

Apartment gardens, I got the watery plants with the greenest flavours

Leaves are like “Really Doe?” But I just tell ‘em it’s nothing major

And to sit back and enjoy the sounds of the verbal nativity manger

I could never bare an L, stare and fell on my eyes, parallel, I don’t care for hell

Rather burn than learn more about God justifying his murder amongst those who rebel

Those foes I can tell won’t ever come close to my shell, all aces I’ve been dealt

With 2 more stuck in my sleeves, snatch em and proceed

Crack their mommas like hatch, they couldn’t match my typa greed

0 dollars for 100% of your wack company…you’re worth nothing more

Ain’t no motherfucker talking to me like he doesn’t have a cracked jaw

Smacked to the floor, evade the cops on the building and guess who I saw?

Dave the dope fiend shooting heroin watching reruns of Errol Flynn

I’m in, canoe and kayak fishin’, hookin’ gators out of slimy swamps

This typa hydro that I smoke would kill you if you took a tiny bump

I got that tiger balm in my eyes so my vision can see better

But it burns like the sun’s beams running in a green sweater

Totally uttering random shit that still makes sense when you dig deeper

Just like God creating the universe and we’re all the innkeepers

Peace up