ima start this like i bought this
all the reason like final season
raps be chilling make me villain
i complete shit like i sleepin
yo
cant believe me then see it
cant be easy then fucking grieve it
no truth under this roof saw
yall thought it safe to troll and hate?
naw
didnt realize i remain
one of two here with a brain
my superflux tectonic neurons
like metaphysic cosmic pistons
pushing out eternal visions
not that any of yall listens
look:
im the last to keep this place alive
pretty bored here tho i barely try
fuck it’s no concern of mine
when moods can spin out on a dime
my truth is pure a lesson learned
the meaning capped
where values mapped
a path compact
the mind retract
indecision never listens
ever hectic dialectic
spill the edges
eat the lettuce
walk the lattice
ice the bandage
rock the landing
stalk the fandom
pass the hand off
crush the stand off
last one laughing
last one blasting
first to macking
death retracting
im the captain
capo rapping
we clear
all here
no fear
blind steer
'vette veered
yall cheered
bases loaded
easy goaded
cheesy bloated
titan showing
mac glowing
sac bulging
fact knowing
all holy
stack fully
cash holding
back to basic
doubt erasing
mind complacent
yall retracing
without vision
cannot listen
stuck in prison
failed the mission
keep on trolling
ever boring
i can’t be bested
final lesson
@PZR
Yo you broke through something, this is super sayan indeed. Alright.
Fuck me
With the creeks
And the trees
I’m holy
I believe without believing
I’m knowing
Rap don’t flow loike before
Because God’s vision himself flows into my fore
I spin the lore
Inside a thought within a glimpse inside a moth
And spin it back a thousand years a piece between
In a split second
And laugh like I just farted and I’m skipping lessons
Smith and Wesson
Who can fear me who can see me who can steer anyone when they see God
When you feel the goodness of the stars
Which isn’t Goodnmess no such thing lawrd
Transmillenial travels to arrive at a micro
I never shot up but I did smoke crack though
Ain’t no stopping a fiend of nature like seeking El Dorado
I’m the jungle that laughs at them holding swamp mold
A millian ways to die, a million ways to be brought to
The never ending reality of that you just don’t want to
You or anybody else I just don’t want to
Get into it it’s a long story like Elton John crones
I’m just joshing I’m jonesing for tobacco
Nothing stops me cause I live the moment in steep staccatto
In streets and castles
The eyes are wild and they don’t know me
You are not fatter than ten milliones
Ahhh… shit son
Times a rough we bouta run
dont get me started on jonesin
my fiendish cravings started the town then
i blow up just to show up
Elton got none of these millennial woes
threw up then grew up
shit my pants then fucked the last
so whats up
i
Magicarp no ET like spielberg but without the VD
im the man jamaycan man shit all accent
like poke ur mom with no more bets
locked in the basement best sex yet
what we rapboxin why even bother
i got irish whiskey and an epic Tool cover
may nerds from gay turds cant differ this
just repeat this shit like Deleuzional crosswords
or 80s Crows all darkly glows
my voice gives away spark the verse then all know
i dont really know a thousand years rather trees or what
bees or moths but stars sure look like gods huh
its time to bother brother
we hit the best shit inbetween lovers
cant recover
need the softer side of an inside cover
no rubber all steel
ceramal grip at the heel
first sight picture is the grip
bitch shit
split second
shit son sit and reflect it
done
'cause I am the epic
tho didnt ask for it
cant retract knowing
you got one question left homie
no millions in castles
just ask it dont pass shit
my books speak truths like rooks
and im here to mate crooks
forever lonely without stories
stolie fuck the rolly polly
then ask real questions
with real lessons
max respect i pass it back then
go hard no retard in this shit
like vmax charizard
we gonna hit
BLAM<
@PZR
Yo I hit hard like I’m retarded
When I cum the forest thinks it’s Friday
I say
What is all this shit about burning and looting
I am in the medicine most lucritaviley showing
How the mowing down keeps toeing down lonely crowds bemoaning shouts against their indolent soul throwing
I’m ethereal like the morning
Blessed be, I almost see the start of the next story
The gory picture presents itself with full glory
I beat the pesos now the wolves start peeking
The only fear I have is that it might be addicting
Self overcoming is what I do for dick pain
Strict lane
Martial attitude like Vic Rames
A loner in a forest with a black vane
Shadows crow before me
I seek pain
these are the products of my conception
neva gettin nuthin but a harsh reception
my life be chill but soul be waiting
for something more than the boredom and hatred
vent the arrangement
cant seem to place it
blame the language
when i cant escape this
rap the dangerous
but i break necks in basements
metaphorical of course
like the hoes lines at my door
ready to score
for some more cosmic wisdom
aint assuage the brain late to the game
paint the wallflower walls with
the last man’s final days
what do we accomplish
when everythings addicting
isolate the effort
into feels and dick swings
i think we can do better brother
i think this game is ready for another
new kind of player
cross-breed eraser
mind bending container
of rage and insanement
pain and funny new places
in the birth of the night
like a nietzschean glory
historical orgy
brought tears in the morning
new fears for the story
when philosophy know me
in the spirit it reach
back to teach back
features you cant map
retract
or take back
i know time
it moves in circles like winners
future is balled in the past
in all decisions
present doesnt exist
thats the funny trick
we live without knowing
cause we cant materialize
in a single moment
minds and hearts spaced in time
spaced out safed out
drugged to reflect life
hugged to protect hype
mugged to project time
into the now like aging
like god made us frail
and weak cause he hates us
or maybe a lesson
on not being lazy
our time aint forever
kid you better not waste it
you better go face it
this vibe and arrangement
i side with my main hits
my life is a shit list
but i am a mission
to take all the points
bring em together
stitch em together
in a map of forever
inside of my mind
the pure truth comes alive
and i see everything
clear like a bell ring
copper on gold
with the silver load
steal the show
bask the glow
fly the low
high the know
empty pockets
wage the rockets
taking offers
making coffers
fuck division
i am decision
taking hoes
raking glows
making foes
and staking bros
we got this yo
this time our story
aint no ending
till we glory
say that again three times forward
there aint no ending
until we glory
Not talking to Hum.
Humanizer is dumb, I’m wiser
Talking to pezer
geezer sneezing teaser
tiglath pelezer
weezer pleaser
Hum prolly a geezer
if not now wull eventually
and always is, just essentially
not just theoretically
but mos evidentially
rejected by the titizenry
as unfit for consumption by the gentry
etc etc etc
This, that, the other
Titties guy, titties father
Titties rap, titties fondler
Like the ass
Of ass I’m fonder
Ass and titties
Titties and ass in a morass
A morass of titties and ass of that I’m fonder
lol nice
Something for the OGs among you.
That was his last post.
It was the titties & ass morass that killed him.
Hey Pez better give me that shit you was just smokin’…
to be long is no trite matter when first blown
out mean not to scatter
to get short stick of it
hart hart ward of privileged
admissions like it jams the butter
toasts the fodder
used the smoke to swallow time
tables turning time belches the big brother,
spaced out monkeys to treetops
hart hart craned necks elevators plunging down the shoot, outward onward now time
Is to come to the country aid
not what it do can you
but you can
can
While another perform of ninety gay and swing
Swing ha ain’t sick slick graced like more mild
It’s like bitchin zappa girl valley
let’s go west or key in craning neck forget
me did o, but not me fate.
what? Ever.
no no
no one
no on
what
natural like Denver, john
be sides,roaches are not
like they used to be
no fear of swallow
time
and again
the killer
fear
NOT!
Oh word?
Aigh’t.
Where is Pezer? We may even miss him dearly, I’m not sure.
You know who i can’t stand? People who do the Pezer thing any time some weak-ass communist bastard or anarchist complains about his job or his medical bills. It’s such amatuer analysis.
The pat reply is: be a man, you pussy, get a job and take a loan out!
Lol… as if walking around the kitchen of a taco bell for eight hours or hopping in the mini van with the wife and kids and heading off to the bank to get a loan is being a man, is something difficult to do.
Here, the doer of the Pezer thing takes an unnecessary thing for granted. He believes that mastering the circumstances one is in and taking advantage of them (become the capitalist!) is the only way to express one’s strength and supremacy. This can be true once in a while, sure, but it isn’t necessarily true. The same quality of strength and character can be expressed in someone who wants to overturn the entire thing, not become something of it.
Those who do the Pezer thing commit the equivication fallacy right out the gate. If you are a communist bastard, you are a lazy bum.
I’d hardly call a Lenin or a Che Guevara a ‘bum’. Tommy the transgender homosexual overweight wokie who couldn’t make an eight hour shift at taco bell if he tried, has never read a philosophy book in his life, and who spends his angry days downtown protesting with pictures of Marx on a sign, on the other hand, is a bum. That’s the communist bastard the people who do the Pezer thing mean.