Yuh.... Look..... You know what it is..... yo nullus on dat nuu shit, do shit, pull shit, boom clique, doom drip, tune shift, bruise wit the mood thick, newsprint glued to the shoe grit, fumes lit, room twist, tomb tickin smooth in the womb of a rude myth, move quick, chew brick, drool drip crude slick, voice like a fuse lit in a bruise pit, truth spit too sick, I’m that ooze drip alumnus of the sewer school, lunatic linguist chewin voltage like it’s noodle soup, crude loops bloom from the bruise like proof that I still groove through ruin with a toothpick, doomsday in my 2 step, monsoon breath, crude rep tuned to confuse death who next? slime text scrollin on the lab wall, chantin in capslock, “ain’t no gods in the code, just feedback and asphalt,” “ain’t no gods in the code, just feedback and asphalt,” I laugh wrong, half-gone, crack jaw, blast songs from a mask made of past wrongs, gas strong, flask bong, trash monk, patch funk, act dumb but the math strong, count scars in Morse, course bent like remorse through exhaust ports, report reads “broke but immortal,” nullus like “yeah, dawg, that’s the sport,” import chaos, export noise, deploy joy through void coils, Pure Joy of the noise lords, coin flip wit the void’s voice, moist choice, no decoy, hand steady in the solvent, polish problems till they solve wit involvement, talk slick to the cosmos it respond wit a cough and applause though, I’m awful lawful, crawl through the caul of raw thought, jaw lock, bars spark like carpark heart talk art rot in a sock fulla off clock trauma uhhhh.... shit.... “watch this wrist, bruh,” twist this mix like friction scripture (nah no church talk but the diction viscous), pitch glitch in the mid thick hiss of a midlife misprint I’m the rift in the system’s whisper, fist fulla splinters, grin sinister like dinner on a broke stove flicker, rich in rhythm but the rent still bitter, sitter of the sick spitter littered wit glitter slick scriptureless vigor, finger on the trigger of a bigger picture but the frame bent sideways, driveways flood wit the tears of the Fridays, highways hum my name sideways nullus, nullus, nullus echoed by the static gods in the drive bays, I’m off this office logic, profit gossip toxic, I toss it in the mosh pit and watch it oxidize, operate odd, oscillate raw, fabricate law inna flaw, jaw wired in awe of the drawl of the sawed off thought bomb, I’m gone long in the fog, wrong strong, song drip thick like pond moss on godmode but gone rogue, slime tone monochrome unknown, I clone zones wit my low moan flow stone cooooooold bitch I'm cooooooold bitch.......
