nullus wake up in a jar of reverb, teeth hum like subwoofers dreamin of syrup, clock melt slow in the corner yellin “who dat? i tell it “it’s slime time, relax, i’m superb.” mind made of noodles and nebula gas, steppin thru puddles that remember my past, every bubble got a bassline, every drip got a task, and the walls whisper “nullus don’t ask.” portal in the sink, toothbrush start preachin, said “you too slick for them dudes still reachin,” i said “nah slime, i’m teachin,” grabbed a beaker full of bleach n peach skin, mix it til it grin, now it’s speakin yo the potion said “spin again, spin again, wrap them vibes like cellophane, let them lanes try comprehend,” i said “nah i’m too transcendent for trend.” hoodrats in orbit playin dice with stars, every roll explode like used-car parts, nullus just float with a trenchcoat scar, pockets fulla glitter and an unpaid bar tab from mars. his thought stream mumble “yo keep that calm,” every step rewrite psalms, every arm swing set off alarms, whole club smell like cosmic farms. microwave buzz like “feed me sin,” oven wink once like “cook again,” he stir that pot like a time machine grin, out come ghosts that look like kin, they say “you good slime?” he say “always been,” then vanish like smoke with a paid-off grin. portal in the alley start to bloom blue, old gods peek like “is that you?” he grin like “yeah, it’s overdue,” then step through smoke with dat coven crew. YUHHH he sip static from a red cup, speak math to a gold plated duck, laugh when the fridge start throwin up, open the door, get hit with the funk. he talk to the mirror mirror talk back, says “you too rare for a simple track,” says “bend them bars till the beat collapse,” so he raps in math and the ceiling cracks. he stir that mix like ritual math, alchemy born from a dirty path, the light flick green, then split in half, truth spill out in a sulfur laugh. he say “no stress, I manifest grime,” “turn pain to a loop and loop that rhyme,” “every scar in the code is a sign,” then float through space straight drippin' yo… it’s Nullus in the glass jar dream, slime prophet of the fifth moon ring, floatin through a puddle that remember what i said last week, hummin in stereo, brain blink green, heart leak petroleum glow, time skip when the beat burp, i’m still chillin though, ain’t no mission, just intuition with a gold tooth listenin, starfields talk back in code like “you drippin again son,” i told em, “yea, but the drip eternal, slime don’t burn, slime just learn,” it’s that cosmic hustle, infinite bubble of grind and grime rustle, all them clean folk try scrub my name but the suds turn to mud when they touch this muscle, every thought i ever thought still circulatin under the floorboard, each regret a fossil wrapped in resin of past cords, so i keep flexin, stretchin the membrane of what “self” mean, a galaxy built outta green lean, no conscience, no scheme, just endless dream nawmeen?
