I live my life inside an ivy league with poison leaves But I got tenure with a royal steez that voices dreams Believing in the artist cats who hope for mastery My sleeve can hold my heart, tricks, tats and both phylacteries Running for the game, I’ll pass you on all fours When I smile big they forecasted a dark storm Heckle mainstream til the rapper is all horse Life’s but a stage and I’m Statler or Waldorf Wasting time tryna smile with all the new kids I'd rather sniff glue lids, listen to Blue Lips Or soothsay your true fate while hearing shoegaze Went to sleep, clenching teeth, couldn’t eat for two days I got no grace so I’m sposed to try affable Dreams I must chase that most'd find laughable Actually trapped inside the paradigm, oh fuck Daily sacrifices like I’m Maid of Time, Homestuck A thot lives in my head she pays rent and stays hidden And knows the roof of the world leaks and I ain’t fix it Vision’s formless, hear the singing of a liches’ chorus My writing goes on for many pages, Mrs. Torrance Pre-Egyptian like a Holocene anopheline Deep encryption when I spit, kid, drink your Ovaltine Or maybe I’m just blaring gibberish on stupid shit It’s not like anyone would care to Google it (um) Came here to puff and then I blaze the building If beefin ain’t enough, I’ll beat you up and then I'll raise your children Then teach em how to shave and pop wheelies on sidewalks And file fraudulent tax claims and eat pizza and buy stocks I’m on time clocks, a spitter’s what I’m sposed to be And my head knocks only cus my fists are full of groceries Gettin sober, gods can play while insect sleeping Past October, now we run into the windswept season.

No time for Netflix, enforce a stern mic presence Only watching people die and horses learn life lessons Drive at three AM to go where my attention call Cop a fight with Mothman on the road to the convention hall start the car again once I bruise a test flow And shove the winged horse back down Medusa’s neckhole Quit offering, get higher in the forest on placebo While I satisfy libido, thoraces of mi-go Or changelings, I guess, whatever, they ain’t pegasus You wanna be positive, you can give me some A negative That’d be great, also stop defending from me in heaven I’m not a threat, I’m just pretending like I’m Sin7ven But I can cut out cus I’m ace with the cardboard A pale arm floating in the lake with a large sword Victim swim away when they guess that I ain’t Nimue But won’t know who to call upon distressed inside Y’ha N’thlai

Overthought, underhanded Side to side to guide I'm lying candid I know it's not your card, but They never pick it and I like seeing hearts Seeing stars, freedom chars Seeing being's meaning's seeming hard You make gossip, but I do find, the Bouquet blossoms from a blue mind, you're too kind Pull it out your ear and sell it off for twenty bits Money, glitz, sunny sits, funny kids. Pull the cart away in sailin weather Laid with treasure, blaze ahead on paper ledgers Playful vendor, bathe in splendor, same agenda, same attenders Stay together, they remember caped pretender's age in center And how the words went: Lullaby of Lulamoon's-shine Loving eyes on stupidproof nights Fireworks against a kinda terse Line of bursts clouds occluding the noon sky I always show the varnish in my station Shiny spells, tarnished reputation Wheeling with embellishments, And warlock dresser skeletons, elements. Isolation feeling off and stodgy But doctor, I am Pagliacci I may be powerful and great-hearted, But not nearly as renowned as an escape artist Backstage with the last goodbye Yes, I’m like this all the time Why’d you ask, unless the task You seek's to be a friend of mine?

I stamp on squad offers like I’m wearing clodhoppers Even when I wanna make friends - flawed author Most people need a gobstopper, but they’re not bothered And now I’m here on odd blotters as their godfather. Each new summer gotta pounce or break the news to them Newcomers askin what I slouch for - Jerusalem A fisher artist you know Hellebore’s a great thing Less Mr. Arthur more like Pellinore the Maimed King Still Pendragon, cause ruin broad and bite the lines And learn to go Welsh, rwy’n siarad iaith y ddraig. Pluripotent talents nestled in my party tricks Observe the ocean balance, then I spit with hardy wit But no one’s even here to inspect when I make noise Seven-headed, ten horns effect makes a lame choice Nothing comes inside but the tame voice of past birds Some days I want to shout James Joyce’s last words But just the thought is enough of a tragic vision And I got seven hours practice - Magic isn’t Add fame and I’m quotable, honest and snotty A rap game less approachable Thomas Ligotti But more ominous and defense is a poxy sword drawn Postmodernist intelligentsia - oxymoron Autodidact with sfumato in his awful flow Some days I try to make gelato and it’s rocky road.

In high school, I swam home through a dense moat Seeing clouds above me turning gamboge in my trenchcoat Not much for /fa/, preoccupied by FAI In strange eons you’ll find even death may die Don’t say you understand me, bake you with allspice I take the fall nice, cus NASA helped me fake the landing Mystic to-night, I plant the runes of Solomon For cats who chew on pipes and understand the moon’s a hologram But why embark upon the walk to find Unknown Kadath I do it for people on Earth somewhere who would’ve laughed I do it for the artists getting hid in the mist You know most people don’t get to exist, I’m pissed I do it for the redhaired girl in the purple dress Who no one sees ‘cept for me in my journals kept Now the bloody month is over and eve is past And it’s high time I tried a nice reprieve from rap