Verse:
Mr. Ruffin is in the building,
Swagger is genetic, so I'll pass it to my children,
Spit an Ocean of nova cane, Fuck your feelings,
Pointing West with interpolations of Arms Race dealings,
Abstract riddler, stickler, for grammar error in scripture,
Picture, this, Nikon, Kodak,
Military assistance is needed to unscramble this code rap,
CHECK,
Try and steal lines but the swagger has low-jack,
Start pushing CDS and tell you that I sold crack,
Or come up with various ways to tell you how I can murder a track,
I'll fucking stab the winds in the lungs and shoot the melody in the back,
Have the baseline jump off a cliff by telling it it's a piece of crap,
Everyday of its existence, until it gets depressed and snaps,
Strangle the strings, and mail a bomb to the mic, but actually I need that,
I take it back, then I will write a letter to the rhymes,
Explaining that the disjointed nature of its lines,
Should be considered a crime,
It should be given a "D" for devolution, and "B" for bureaucratic try,
Sly-lingual fly,
Marty Mc-Contradiciton film noir high,
Fine, Tri-Ceratops, banging on trash cans emptying out tea pots,
There shall be no parties on my watch,
Instead, we will make homes for the homeless out of leggo blocks,
Turn public libraries into record shops,
Mixtures of sediments wrenching, drops of cyanide,
Liquid cement inside, instant quick dry,
So what if I personify the pitiful prose, used to personify,
Sin of pride, and The gender inequities in "Superfly"
Steadily as Medusa's lush locks stupefy,
Re-Enunciate my minds current state,
My body is a temple, wait, my mistake
It is an amorphous compound through which I must relate,
Actions must erase,
The violence that has become commonplace,
Complacent, with moves made adjacent to logic and parallel to sanity,
Proxies libations turn bodies in canopies,
Textiles soiled with phrases,
Emitting a powerful fragrance,
Pathogen riddle quantities inhaled in phases,
Correlating to power cell stages,
Depletion and resistance.
LOW BATTERY