Slingshot The Moon

Pfunk, Underground Hip Hop, Experimental funk, Oldschool Hip Hop, Heavy Bass, Abstract

My thoughts get to swarmin’ like locusts in opera, they singin’ in Latin while feastin’ on files.
You floppin’ like flip-flops in blizzards of data, I stomp like a mastodon crushin’ the dials.
You tappin’ your pen like it owe you a verse, I tap into mainframes and drain out your styles.
You penny for thoughts while I bankroll a brainstorm and thunderstorm rain on your freestyled trials.
Your lines outta service, they beep at the tone, mine spiral like falcons with talons of chrome.
You countin’ on luck like a deck full of jokers, I shuffle dimensions and gamble your soul.
You whisper to beats like you scared they’ll explode, I holler at snares till they shatter your bones.
You claim you electric, I summon electrons and overload stadium lights on my own.
You stuck in a loop like a carousel creakin’, I’m breakin’ the orbit and slingshot the moon.
You draftin’ like sailors in turbulent waters, I draft like a jet stream that liquifies crews.
You look for a hook like you trawlin’ for minnows, I hook like a harpoon through digital flukes.
You fishin’ for streams in a drought full of spam links, I’m floodin’ the net with a typhoon of truth.
You grind like you stuck in a rusted-out gearbox, I grind like tectonics in motion for sport.
You type like you scared of the auto-correct, I autocorrect with a flamethrower torch.
You sprint for a trend like you trainin’ for nothin’, I train like an archer who snipes in the dark.
Your fans hit escape at the sound of your demo, my fans hit replay while it’s meltin’ they car.
You orbit around like a moth to a flashlight, I orbit like comets with apathy scars.
Your cadence is ancient, it creaks like a drawbridge, mine sizzle like meteors crashin’ on Mars.
You post in a panic for dopamine hits, I post like an oracle carvin’ the stone.
You buyin’ up bots like you buildin’ a kingdom, I build like a hermit who sharpens his throne.
You riddle your verse with emojis and typos, I riddle like Sphinxes with plasma and prose.
Your streams are a puddle that leak through the servers, mine burst like a geyser that fractures the globe.
You cling to the mic like it’s payin’ your rent, I swing with the force of a catapult’s rope.
You flex in the mirror for digital praise, I flex like a panther patrollin’ its zone.
You draft like you waitin’ for fonts to align, I draft like I’m redesignin’ your dome.
You stuck in a beta while callin’ it final, I finalize versions that detonate homes.
You shuffle your playlist in hopes for a hit, I shuffle like blackjacks that bury your loans.
You lookin’ for crumbs in a vacuum of silence, I cook in a vacuum with galactic control.
You beg for a mention inside of a comment, I comment like scholars engravin’ in gold.
You hang off a thread like you knittin’ excuses, I thread through dimensions and stitch up your soul.

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My thoughts get to swarmin’ like locusts in opera, they singin’ in Latin while feastin’ on files. You floppin’ like flip-flops in blizzards of data, I stomp like a mastodon crushin’ the dials. You tappin’ your pen like it owe you a verse, I tap into mainframes and drain out your styles. You penny for thoughts while I bankroll a brainstorm and thunderstorm rain on your freestyled trials. Your lines outta service, they beep at the tone, mine spiral like falcons with talons of chrome. You countin’ on luck like a deck full of jokers, I shuffle dimensions and gamble your soul. You whisper to beats like you scared they’ll explode, I holler at snares till they shatter your bones. You claim you electric, I summon electrons and overload stadium lights on my own. You stuck in a loop like a carousel creakin’, I’m breakin’ the orbit and slingshot the moon. You draftin’ like sailors in turbulent waters, I draft like a jet stream that liquifies crews. You look for a hook like you trawlin’ for minnows, I hook like a harpoon through digital flukes. You fishin’ for streams in a drought full of spam links, I’m floodin’ the net with a typhoon of truth. You grind like you stuck in a rusted-out gearbox, I grind like tectonics in motion for sport. You type like you scared of the auto-correct, I autocorrect with a flamethrower torch. You sprint for a trend like you trainin’ for nothin’, I train like an archer who snipes in the dark. Your fans hit escape at the sound of your demo, my fans hit replay while it’s meltin’ they car. You orbit around like a moth to a flashlight, I orbit like comets with apathy scars. Your cadence is ancient, it creaks like a drawbridge, mine sizzle like meteors crashin’ on Mars. You post in a panic for dopamine hits, I post like an oracle carvin’ the stone. You buyin’ up bots like you buildin’ a kingdom, I build like a hermit who sharpens his throne. You riddle your verse with emojis and typos, I riddle like Sphinxes with plasma and prose. Your streams are a puddle that leak through the servers, mine burst like a geyser that fractures the globe. You cling to the mic like it’s payin’ your rent, I swing with the force of a catapult’s rope. You flex in the mirror for digital praise, I flex like a panther patrollin’ its zone. You draft like you waitin’ for fonts to align, I draft like I’m redesignin’ your dome. You stuck in a beta while callin’ it final, I finalize versions that detonate homes. You shuffle your playlist in hopes for a hit, I shuffle like blackjacks that bury your loans. You lookin’ for crumbs in a vacuum of silence, I cook in a vacuum with galactic control. You beg for a mention inside of a comment, I comment like scholars engravin’ in gold. You hang off a thread like you knittin’ excuses, I thread through dimensions and stitch up your soul.

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