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Lost (Space)
by Javelin
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Extradited
For many old texts I writed over lofi, melodizing
In a show poet method, I been
Holding my goals close, just beside me
Old folks stressing Kyle
Cuz I'm next to be over-the-hill as the seconds winding
Over the pills & the mess that I'm in
Soaked in the chill of emotions wilding
So I'm writing many entries
Nightly dying in REM sleep
I'm a typist & a sick freak
When I'm rhyming I am Schlitzie
Like Robert Angier in The Prestige
Electrified Spear is to the umpteenth
Too many minds here this is Bodhi
That I rhyme here in this poetry
Soul of a quote unquote "rogue"
A ronin with no-doz close, so I don't go into a coma
Loaded over the quota with the quotings of Homer
Odyssey into hotter preach like Kenneth Copeland's dogma
Lopping heads off causing a raucous
Copping cred offa mocking celebutantes, his seven gods bring him positive karma
Monster with chakra to clobber, Kaguya
Calming the storms isn't gonna be simple
The rock that we living on, rocks to my hymnals
I harbor eleven shots for you, better drop all the crystals, I'm robbing you wimps, take it off of ya
You berating God? You a commoner
Got the maker's mark on my conscience a
Case of making guap offa pop & the
Label on moi is that I'm awful or
Saying shit on bars that isn't u-nique
Playing his guitar but only critiques
From player-shaming fucks that wanna see him beat
You hating on a star cuz you ain't twinkling
You ain't got an inkling of how I ink this shit
Bitch
Extradited
For many old texts I writed over lofi, melodizing
In a show poet method, I been
Holding my goals close, just beside me
Old folks stressing Kyle
Cuz I'm next to be over-the-hill as the seconds winding
Over the pills & the mess that I'm in
Soaked in the chill of emotions wilding
So I'm writing many entries
Nightly dying in REM sleep
I'm a typist & a sick freak
When I'm rhyming I am Schlitzie
Like Robert Angier in The Prestige
Electrified Spear is to the umpteenth
Too many minds here this is Bodhi
That I rhyme here in this poetry
Soul of a quote unquote "rogue"
A ronin with no-doz close, so I don't go into a coma
Loaded over the quota with the quotings of Homer
Odyssey into hotter preach like Kenneth Copeland's dogma
Lopping heads off causing a raucous
Copping cred offa mocking celebutantes, his seven gods bring him positive karma
Monster with chakra to clobber, Kaguya
Calming the storms isn't gonna be simple
The rock that we living on, rocks to my hymnals
I harbor eleven shots for you, better drop all the crystals, I'm robbing you wimps, take it off of ya
You berating God? You a commoner
Got the maker's mark on my conscience a
Case of making guap offa pop & the
Label on moi is that I'm awful or
Saying shit on bars that isn't u-nique
Playing his guitar but only critiques
From player-shaming fucks that wanna see him beat
You hating on a star cuz you ain't twinkling
You ain't got an inkling of how I ink this shit
Bitch
