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Poet's Palaquin
Yeah, I
like this one New York, L.A. Times They both reverse-transcribed his rhymes Simultaneously, they tried to get inside his mind His Amazon catalog, rebuild Babylon Unroll the
master scroll of the
surface, he sketched the
schematic on A
palanquin carries a
poet road-mapping a
song Retracing the
steps of a
journey never traveled before And the
mandolin was laid across legs, bruised and bandaged Short supply of First Aid is why his wounds were rancid A
musician played Bobby McFerrin, "Don't Worry, Be Happy" Gradually, if things get worse, you adapt naturally Choose your fate, as you near death, and move away from a
recuperative state These pharmaceuticals make them hallucinate It's nothing new to pay dues: how much you produce today? You know what they say: "It's business as usual, ok?" Because of sanctions, they are banned from international bank transfers They stealth bombed Wakanda after they killed Black Panther The
ancestors were angered When I
heard about it, I
was in transit In a
former land, the
newsfeed was in a
foreign language The
Starlink satellite standard couldn't give me a
serious answer The
Sirius satellite system was tampered My Fintech financer finally translated the
transcript My legs failed me and I
fell, leaving my spirit standing Weeping in sadness, what are the
chances? Looking down at Canibus, through stained Google glasses Wailing in anguish, it's hard to cope With something so savage, let alone tragic The
melanated man moans on the
Sabbath While America's streets are swarming with Panzers Horses, carriages, Canibus hands-free lariats Control free, energy palanquins The
skies pour liquid acid Water treatment, tap water is brackish Tech support taken over by hackers Don't believe me? Blow me You repeat me? Better quote me This is a
goodie, but oldie, 5.1 Dolby The
Romans tied every sniveling, son-of-a-Nun moaning To each cadaver closely Toxic exposure from bodies decomposing In the
hot sun roasting Painstakingly and slowly infecting The
flesh of anything living, laying there loathing Selfishly indulging down a
structurally corroding Path of primroses, with eyes nearly closed I
suppose you can say barely opened Swaying to and fro, spraying saliva from dead throats Foaming, praying, karaoke choking To me, it sound like yodeling, but it is worth noting There's forbidden, foreboding tongues scolding Which originally OEM designed by Boeing Promoting anal swab probing Exploding from inefficient battery warnings Do the
research, homie, I
ain't trolling My newest CD? Frozen Your skin? Smoldered Overheated and swollen, steaming and smoking And stinking through clothing I
need a
moment to go breathe in the
open Fucking rappers got me sicker than COVID And you know this, still the
dopest Free the
people like Moses Hyper focused with both barrels loaded, 'cause I'm a
Poet And when my palanquin pull up, climb aboard, let's go Bis Peep the
components, Pete Rock, Can-I-Bus bonus Shoulder to shoulder In foxhole with speedloaders Lord Cyborg soldiers Hot fire like Dylan told ya, nugguh
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