W O R D S MOTHER EARTH Hold it down Mother Earth cuz its worth it. Everything is perf...
Swerved and unnerved til its blurred...
Its rehearsed infinitely across the seven seas.
Receive these suns from another sunburst, clouds lightning bringin tons of deadly energy.
Think the devil's won for a second,
but the battles just begun at a new place in time with the same function.
Mother Earth is the conjunction and will not be the luncheon for a robot in a plastic dungeon.
Nor junked slow like Spungeon for the conduction of a necessary rebirth.
Earth might recall the Human prototype afterall.
And so we all must stand tall: The cities united all working as a unit with impunity setting the agendas for the increase of finance for working families, Job Training, Peaceful Treaties to set free the dream and stop annihilatin species.
No speculating. The truth will be known as the truth is known:
never overblown.
Reborn and reborn over and over...
...unknown.
The inside is only known through the root over the crown into the zone.
Crooked flippin nasal tone early cave intelligence.
Cro-magnon of the microphone unemployed from the ploy, employed by the joy.
No longer boy.
Man: To generate music and not destroy.
The traps get deeper and deeper but I awaken in my sleep, defeat the reaper, hung out to dry, needing the final sleep, grabbed the spout gabbed it out my mouth.
A word feeder feeding and feeding the believer. But it's all just a dream,
and who is the Receiver?
Who is receving the messages in your soul?
Seething to see you be free: A being to be.
Oh Mother earth, do the changes hurt?
I don't wear no hairshirt, but I can empathize with a Burst of Creation on another level called Rhyme Proliferation.
A blood spurt from the spout, internal bleeding, desensitized mouth healed with shouts from the sexusplexusnexus reinventive.
Sentence deconstruction of your complexes Medicated Rhymically...
Metamorphically...
Ascending core from spore.
They choose to ignore it but it can't be taken for granted.
The expressed rhythms of the ranting chanted:
"Did somebody take a microphone for granted?"
"Did anybody listen to themselves?"
Yes indeed, I die dee dead.
"Mr. Devil-headed I fed you reluctantly now go ahead: Take back your circus tents from whence you sped. Back with the cheese for the bread! Back with the disease of greed that you spread! Back with the need to lead those who should've led; Who should've could've would've been freed fled from under the blunder sucked inward and pounded like thunder to your brain!"
Cleaning the stain...
Changin your Frame
You can never own Wacking the fleas with my snake stick
I break bricks in the wall of hatred.
I meditate oracally / metamorphically in pigeon feces,
Release with ease excreting one in many pieces.
Stories increasing and fleecing dust through the creasing in time.
No pantomiming or 2-dimensional whining.
I'm busting 4-dimensions, memorizing,
Making connections, then gliding.
From city lights to burned countrysides, can't hide from the truth
Like the face popping up in your sound proof feeding you profound juice
Healing disputes between the forgotten son and a tripped-out youth!
Don't pollute the path to peace and truth...
Laboring days in the cave as a mute...
working toward being absorbed / re-thought / reborn...
Guts torn out:
To get the doubt and scorn out.
Resounding mound of chameleon karma creature:
No criteria.
You're sneering, you're fearing plebians in delerium.
Back to the cave bursting
As the beat drags on word murdering...
Won't languish in the anguish; keep furthering:
finaigle foes who wanna own my fable / get the label / feel the jones.
To all you capitalist cretin crows
Creepin in my window in my zone on my phone; you can never own!
You can build a system, but you can never own!
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