That strange glowing orb is back, Might be Destroyman plannin’ the next abduction Planting the audible waveforms that take concentrated construction Providing rhythm for my instruction for the destruction to come, He’s in the flat black UFO Astrotravelin’ notating battle plans, Alas your flow induced me to play the part of snorlax, no class You can relax but there’s no stool for you to loiter in like Moe Sizzlack Oi pay the tab, pay it on time Otherwise, don’t hit the line Ahoy hoy I’m plenty fine, finding what future This planetary duality holds without a line of friends or fans I can do the dance of logic on my own You can let them know the invasion is to begin Don’t need anyone holdin’ my microphone You can hold this unpinned grenade though You can’t hold a flame to those spawned from them, plus I got the flamethrow-er Can’t front when I witnessed every shade of it in this game bro, First fuck to want me dead was up in sixth grade, Teachers found the blade though You ask if the glass is half-full or half empty, It’s clearly shattered. It’s clearly shattered. The glass is clearly shattered, The contents splattered on the dining room floor, As if it mattered, now patterns matter, If the contents induce you to stagger repeatedly, Pass me three, you won’t see a drop spilt from me. But the glass is shattered, you might want to clean that up, You might slip and cut your carotid artery with that protruding piece of glass, Ya momo, it’s a safety precaution before they drop bombs on us Clean up on aisle Fuck off I’m just yanking your chain, bout time to take off the shackles yes?

You smell the ocean in the IE It stinks of sulfur Sweating toxins from air quality It’s the violet orange radiant pink glow that’s calming me, Calling me to bask in the breeze Plague on the wing of winds Wishful hymns Where’s my worry? It’s in a hurry to carry forward, Chariot charging Aerial Nautic I fall not from the tonic But the gin One too many whiskeys Whistle wet Time traveling really is a thing Watch me spin with an expression of vertigo As the earths gravitational pull lets me go My mind floats away with a plot to excavate dormant brainwaves These days good news is sparse Game of darts we’re the bullseye Almost all our leaders offed, histories cut off, white washed Yet we still rise, Even still strides Even if you’re still blind You’ll feel it now or later like a landmine Well placed, Out of sight Fragments strewn all over your night Look up, look up, look up yea Pass the Pabst so I can get passed the past Get your pisswater Cauterize your wounds with a heated spoons I found happiness from gloom I found hope in doom Exhume my spirit So you’d grow like mushrooms sprouting from earth Embed my essence in each verse Parse words with logical thinkers Empty bottles debate with casual drinkers Play chess with alcoholics, intellectuals Societies animals aren’t in prisons They’re in three-piece suits Supplyin weaponry to make kids go poof I might drone strike the mic tonight Let your crew know to guarantee their limbs don’t fly Sonic waves resound silently or blaring Syllables slipping past parted lips Spewing as I’m staring in mirrors reflecting thoughts eternal I hear them festering as will you whether cognitive or verbal

There’s a trouble, subtle of potent degree oozing violently Doom seeps through seems of Christianity veiled in a politician's speech Upperclass Alabaster bastards laughing seek to pasteurize earth with her poor and frail, bury past like spilled entrails holdin hatchet that oversaw details hacked masking our discontent takes practice, (they ask, who fights back?) cultural artifacts snatched to let you see them for a price, (spiritual tax.) Sully names of our martyrs to push history farther soldiers picked apart by vultures of the Cold War, Fire Starters, Born in Mordor Still intact tactical as Dorner, ready for more war Yo close the door got a Jar filled with a cure for the depression infection sets its sights on the human condition Increasing regression beyond detection Looting polluting convoluting what was left of humanity, that’s that Soothing gaping wounds with acidity, how’s that You’re furious I still breathe, I’m like saucers flying overhead Unidentified but I’ve identified The public is an object, We’ll offset profit prolonging lifelines, nonsense that’s poppycock it’s settled, let them all die, The world’s end is when we decide relieve vehicle of its break-lines Wanna go for a drive? Dreams of times that came to pass But, But I forgot Lucid thoughts of snakes in grass When When all was lost

Warhead Repping martyrs with ACSB All continents sound bombed Each instrument strong armed Strung along the oddest to awe those to be caught in impending slaughter Offer sanctuary I treat the earth as if it was my own daughter Color of the author is irrelevant when you don’t know what spawned the penmanship Pedaled in Petting sin Paternal grin Internal hymns Infernal spins Looking like the drink wins again Lost my friends, found my mind Don’t want you to trail behind me Want you to walk alongside me I’ll be the pal that lit your pallet Passed awareness inside this padded reality Gave you a pat on the back when you met defeat Helped you find your feet I hope we finally get a chance to meet I often speak to the silence of no one listening Sinking into my seat Sedated Reverberation Waiting for revelations of my imagination to take the reigns I’m just a stain of mind but I can’t complain

The internet has globalized stupidity Polluted intricacies of daily living Infinite surveillance Intimate relationship with inanimate objects How’s the advertisement catering to your conscience Everyday I wake to read some morbid news comment section full of fools Misuse of the tools of information To swing public opinion Secure engagement Look a spaceship Did you say tits? Conspiracy theorists at it again An ass filling the screen Machine-learning your schemes Neural networks, Algorithms mapping your teams What’s the difference Between imposed visions and your dreams? Simulation of reality or is reality simulated Oh shit it’s 1999 I’m in the matrix And it’s blatant Portrait painted by the technologically enslaved Tech sedation Text my name if it’s real I’ll see you in the black mirror, kid

I swerved, Saw the blur like cataracts acting up Heard your voice catching up Casual like hot coals on a protruding tongue Sensations all gone Like feeling numb where the blade was plunged Waking up drunk Naked in a slaughterhouse delivery truck At the foot of a volcano as it violently erupts How’s your day going? It started snowing in a 100 degree weather I was tethered to the depths of neglect Searching for credible threats You were there yanking the opposite end of the string attached to my neck Begging for me to let you go as I dragged you along jagged stone Then I found God behind the words of the teleprompter Proper placement Like narcotics CIA stationed Behind the scenes Whispering invasion Those who speak loudest on its behalf to cast the first drone strike Teach you how to dismember mutilate bodies Make them disappear from plain sight Pain will provide intel and insight Then remove the eyes Release the spies into the night Wait until their fast asleep Then riddle them with flames and thunder Its concrete strategy Casualties are but a necessity In a cesspool of soluble peons Begone, Separate weak from strong Strong arm subtly Use language too dense for them to discover schemes Police seem to keep our [properties money making machines Brutalizing the masses at command without question Enter new felon New check for your efforts Its only up from here Clear dissension in your ranks We might equip you with new tanks Gadgets of oppression to suppress and show our thanks We advance at the expense of peasants outward expanse is endless Etched in every edifice destined for the benefit of supremacy no need to worry Acquire any semblance of competitive elements Edit it out, They’ll dabble in doubt Scandals will reroute conversation So many standing out in a dormant nation Then They’ll see God when and where we point Elite keep the keys to heavens gates make an appointment Know God Blessed the wrong states, make note Enjoy it Hope you have mass graves dug for life after unemployment, The coin or the constituent No brainer, Think I’m here for your upward mobility I invest in bloodstains Overseas No sympathy for subhumans trying to live like me I sent your entire lineage to die for capital dreams, Neoliberal schemes, divisive rhetoric that pays my fees In a country whose name you con’t pronounce is where you decease Whose people your people now denounce While your relative bleeds on concrete, I rove Wall st. Fitted suit, Wife fitted with the finest linens too, Imported her from an exotic shithole might have been a zoo a few on standby for when the divorce papers finally go through And I relish in your anguish, World hunger I can make that vanish But where would lie the advantage? I want to watch you writhinng in your filth and madness Managing that eternal sadness Eternally struggling, generational redundancy, Juggling what I brandish. Do you like the taste of Freedom Do you like being free-to-be-dumb?

There’s no break to be had when time begins to crack, At last, I’ll have my blades sharpened in tandem with an hourglass, Outcast, outlasts the cats that made attempts to oust, push passed You can call me the Past cause I’m always catching up, The Pipers appeared to collect his due, Paper trail leads to you, Penalties to be paid in full You’ll pale in comparison, Send the last in your barracks and the garrison to see a million men in hysterics under the sun No I’m not done, Bumrush the punks like I got bloodlust Pelvic thrust into your birds guts accompanied by mine You should be a pantomime You’ll probably have more to say Safe passage through this world of moral decay Mortals enslaved to their wages Pay attention for the ones who express self-hatred, Settle for nothing but the attainment of liberation Remember the ones who came before you the aim and intent, what they represent, no instant gratification when proclaiming your integration into the thread of modern society, Always eyeing me, These civilized folk provoke the need to put a stranglehold on traditions of supremacists, Malevolent, The threat is endless, It sits in the highest benches of authority Ignoring the totality, Distorting our reality Get the court ordered lawyer to cover your imminent shame Discrimination reigns in a system run by those who fled its subjugation, If these fucks couldn’t hack it in Europe what makes them think we’ll put up with the same shit Not an indentured servant or A number to run concurrent sentencing Sent to be menacing for the assembly of elite interests That enlist the dimwits to do their every bidding It’s like watching children Spinning in a swivel chair at high speeds, Walking the spins off near a busy intersection, Blind folded, Looking for a purple building called Three, Pardon me, they say, you don’t deserve to breathe, I’m calling police, flag them down if you see them please, I’m being harassed by a man that appears to have two felonies, come make America great again, bring backup and weaponry.

I don’t speak how I write Don’t write how I speak Code switchin in My sleep Can’t seem to keep the peace Can’t seem to find release Easing tensions just to breathe Dreams keep me on my feet Sleep keeps me in defeat Deep-seeking makes me reach Intuition takes the lead Innervision with a treble cleft Introspection settles internal debts 12 steps to self-discovery Uncovering Serotonin bottles Buried beneath debris deep muddy banks Anyone asks I never drank more than I found Being sincere, Thought to help those from lower ranks ascend Found myself on the same tier Fuck it, Who’s got the beer? It’s unclear where we advance from here Outdoors with the indo If I’m going anywhere it’ll be skillful An earful of ill flow I build slow cultivate growth At my own pace Mind your own Before destroyman sends the Outside portals with the instros If I’m spittin over Destroyman’s Existence ceases tenfold Ten foes per square feet On their tip toes Sneaking toward the mic Hoping we don’t know

Como sabes y andás en la jugada camarada Luchando cada día pa tener un poco de esperanza Hijo de pueblos armados con ideas Ensangrentadas Ahi viene la guardia, Descubri que sufri En ciglos pasados pa’ regresar de nuevo en este cuerpo, para lanzar mi objetivo, With my people, best believe my tios didn’t die in civil war so I could sell weed fool, Pa donde vas I’ll take the road cops less travel Backroads sound dope Fog in my lens, Through the window, light glimmers Trickles in real slow Watch the movement outside for the popo Trying to steal water, Best to po’ more’ Looking more like a shadow than a human with a pulse You know you know Under scrutiny whether abroad or at home Border patrol snatching souls Origins traced to Aguilares Y Guatemala Donde nos exilaron Te sampan preso por tus pensamientos, torturados paisanos Te capturan y dan la mano dura Bajo la Luna llena y estrellas brillando, Seguro que te matan al medio dia o te desaparecen en lo oscuro Un Futuro pintado sin paz Sin tranquilidad Vivimos en La edad de la deshumanidad Por ahi vamos sin miedo A la jura, y gobiernos cual nos quieren eliminar, Les saco el dedo, Te derrotamos con nuestro sonido y ritmo We reap control Todo en su propio tiempo

Some are dying for red Some are dying for blue Some are dying for red, white, and blue Some are dying in droves Some are lying in open holes Some are lying to retain control Some are lying in hospitals Some are lying bankrolling foes Some are crying with cuts in verticals Some are crying to nourish hope Some are crying from losing it Some are crying from psychological abusiveness Some are frying, both hands bound state sponsored execution Some are frying, both hands upon the steering wheel, Some are frying spam all three meals looking for solutions Some are dying from drinking in chemical pollutants Some are timing the perfect execution, Some are tired of being the point person Some are tired of illusions Some are scarred mentally Some are tired of confusion Some are murdered left unheard of Some are martyrs for a new script Some are forgotten when deemed useless Some are targets for the Market and its interests Some are victims Some are victors Some are disturbed Some are Kissinger Some are listening in Some are not and never were your friends Some are fixated on trends Some are preying on your innocence Some are displaced Some are evicted, Some are many Some are Some aren’t ready for the coming century Some are ready to die for a notion that makes them scrounge for pennies Some Erect the great divide Some are ideological enemies. Some are ready for war Some are ready for bed Some had a mortar for breakfast Some are readily riled Some are resting instead Some are rioting now Some are sitting on trial Some are resisting arrest Some are renewing their debt Some are investing in death Some are instrumental in our neglect Some are sitting in positions of authority haven’t changed a thing Some are poor some are rich Some are Deconstructing their existence Some are numb Some succumb Some are scum Some were once young Some are meant to stay Some are meant to leave Some are taken Some are missed Some are not Some are stripped from their bliss Some are bliss for this reality Some are adhesive keeping madness discrete Some are easily subject to indoctrination Some are not making it to the end of this statement. Some are marked for greatness Some starve for fame Some aren’t worthy of being named Some are opportunists Some are without shame Some are unable to think outside themselves, one track mind Some are in hell internally Doing just fine.

Inches away From inching away into the day Outside, where there's parlay Where I can partake Part ways, grab a parfait In the car with a desire to carve a W into disappointment and heartache Starting pay better increase, 'Fore I find a way to get imprisoned Bail set at no release Every now and then the peace will cease when fools OD on the E-G-O Succumb to testosterone You're not my bro I hardly know ya Character tends to reveal flaws as the story unfolds don't they? I don't owe anyone shit Except the government Racking student funding for guns and clips Cutting social funding to silence lips overseas Private interests drone-striking enemies Child-separating, mind of the cavemen Casual glance at casualty rate The causal hand pens documentation Forging hatred I can relate Voted for assassination as a pacifist As I pass one fist after the next to rhetoric I won't spend one second of my time discussing what's irrelevant It's irrelevant. I been hearing bombs detonating deep inside my mind I been hearing moms calling out crying Trying to find their minds I been screaming out loud in my sleep Having nightmares of a world that's ceased to be I been hearing bombs detonating I tend to write in darkness The heart stops and starts like a spark Cause for alarm I stay strong Externally calm Internal earthquake Sanctuary is all I seek Purgatory reaches for me Storing love and hate in the same place creates a new compound Can't quite find my way out of the mixture. I been hearing bombs detonating deep inside my mind I been hearing moms calling out crying Trying to find their minds I been screaming out loud in my sleep Having nightmares of a world that's ceased to be I been hearing bombs detonating

The North American public is a commodity Bought and sold, For shares and revenue, Thousand dollar plate dinners, Fundraising for our plutocracy Training state agencies to see hate in me, can’t afford food they say at least you have an empty plate to fill, hypocrisy Can’t afford to snooze on a sick day, Can’t afford the loss of income, We be some wage slaves economy outweighs our value In the scale of life and death Become a patriot, your economy my needs you to Die for it, Lie for it, Kill for it, Steal for it, Your next meal is important But theirs isn’t, Exquisite the taste of individualism, Is it not? Steel barricades, riot control for those who ask for a change in ways, Courteous gesture, a vouch of good intent for the aggressor, SS emblems in full display, Who the fuck you think you’re fooling today? Ah I see your base filled with naïveté Red flags but you fly the star spangled, Watch it wave like whites in 19th century postcards next to mangled men, Seems some haven’t forgotten their lineage, The visage of the vile villain Veiled, Revealed when victims become pale in the face Remorse lacking in the assailants Still getting paid, Still getting paid though huh? A decade has passed The future rests on our laps I find the urgency of past lives Resurfacing, Churning for the burning of police precincts I was conditioned to hate my height to hate my eyes to hate my life to hate my mind To hate what’s right To love what’s white To fear those like To fear those like To fear those like I keep a level head with the devil in my chest I keep my head low so as to avoid arrest I keep my blades sharp you never know who’ll test You never know who’ll test You never know