Vape life, they scream, into the ether inhaled. God's favored child, prophecy in their veins, Perfectly sculpted face, one that time changes, Poignantly, he learns too late: Life is always cloudy when you're vaping, Love doesn't come find you, you chase it, Addicts only love you when you embrace them, Gillette will only love you if you're shaving.
Dodging the dollar I fandangle financially, Result is loss of respect, a market pit. Target direct, managing not a hit. Mockery is the result, and cannabis. Cancel my appointments, I have appointments, Anointment of jewel'd gold on consignment. Appropriate for me is the wealth of a king, Misappropriated funds of those supine, Inappropriate funding given to those who sing. Reality's funnel continues to decline, Continuing to be, as its always been.
A million stars align to begin nothing, Can truly the best begin insulting? A test of love becomes benign offspring. A gentle hand caresses a face softly, Yet with the other casts aside a spade. Cannot the hands of god be unloving? Those wish for pain receive cavalcade, Thinking prayer for cake, not for absolving. Best rhymes touted as insults, Trying to be what they aren't: wise. True rhymes timeless be, no beauty sulks. No man plays games to receive a prize. Cannot you write of greater things? Or still is life consumed with frings?
Poets quickly release material albums, Teachers equate material sophism as equal: Knowledge concrete, belief in Calvin. Topped off dressed in a top-hat and sequins;
Alas, you make like critics predicted. The marathon runner now needs no glass. Condensation enough for a victory. Shock has found equivalency, Just adopt this piece of shit dog. Type? Don't ask me. It would be a vain attempt at breed, Trivializing my identity.
I hear them cat-calling: amateur poet; I see that we have auteurs present. Thank you for your enjoyment. Please come again to show. You all know so god damn much of artistic integrity.
Her fifth incarnation in filth, The first tragic Buddhavista. The last magic singer. The last female singer to open her mouth and not eat since after Christina, The first entertainer to entertain us since the entertainment era entered the picture. Pictures need to go back to the silent era.
I pause for an applause, but silence fills the room's divide; They don't like my lines? Well I'm the new pasty wino, I came here to expound how I... then I left the game to die; Like the game did to me with crack cocaine, Which it turns out I like; You'll niggas don't even smoke crack, viper provides.
Dismayed, they go on to play with more singers, Call girls and you call the band over; Clearly you plan to continue forward; With a drum and bass nobody has ever heard of; Clearly you're like the Doors in the 40's with an in; Misinformed; Just like Jim Morrison; A university student proclaiming to know the way that God would live;
Some live like Musical Elite, in a mansion on a hill of beans, Never to please us with another music piece of relevant release; Nickel and dime me for the deluxe CD, the pre-order must-see, the live dvd, the artwork book, the signed poster in blue, red and green; I doubt I'll buy all that to hear 'Compositions in C',
A virtuoso steps away from the masons of his craft; He claps and they turn on robotically, After lighting up himself; Lightning cracks, He cracks up himself, Robots personify and become addicts; They releases CD's, He personifies the 80's, or the 90's on every single tracks. 8 EP's later he releases the exact same thing out.