Last Poet

Hi everybody I'm briansuperbrian Uh, I feel like the last poet Sowing seeds so the art can grow back Just look and see how My arteries pump From my heart down to the dirt via Both of my knees Uh, I feel like the last poet Sowing seeds so the art can grow back Just look and see how My arteries pump From my heart down to the dirt via Both of my knees I feed the trees The soil The Earth I'm cursed I'm crass I'm gross I make it work I'm like the last poet My collection of notebooks is and גדול it's growing But the contents are nothing compared to what goes on in the chamber Where the pistons pound in my skull I remember I recall the past shitty things that I did, but Voy palante, that's onward and upward Forever Not oy vey I play, have you heard of me? I'm briansuperbrian The rockstar of poetry The homegrown phenom of Line breaks, break beats, prose Written fertility Ability shows, yet I lay low as I can With such curly hair and a big nose I've known such grief and fortune I roam the Earth I don't pose and I talk slow and I'm lacking So I hone and I practice I fracture time signatures and prop them up with brackets And brace 3 Tongues in my face and still counting The pressure's amounting I'm alone and not frowning I'll throw you a verbal preserver because You're drowning in the not-good-enough rappers I smile at the bad news, though It always gets better I grin ear to ear in the middle of the fire Because it only gets wetter from here I see your eyes locked in contact with mine As my larynx cocks back and my mouth shapes the letters I smith vocal bullets Kiln like a gullet Words spark and static I worship rappers I'm an addict I'm absurd I'm lusting I'm seeming I'm busting I'm beeming I'm trusting I'm gleaming I luster I shine You bluster You whine They muster You find nothing can replace me And my words And my aura And my love And that hurts Uh, I feel like the last poet Sowing seeds so the art can grow back Just look and see how My arteries pump From my heart down to the dirt via Both of my knees Uh, I feel like the last poet Sowing seeds so the art can grow back Just look and see how My arteries pump From my heart down to the dirt via Both of my knees Uh, I feel like the last poet Sowing seeds so the art can grow back Just look and see how My arteries pump From my heart down to the dirt via Both of my knees Uh, I feel like the last poet Sowing seeds so the art can grow back Just look and see how My arteries pump From my heart down to the dirt via Both of my knees