This is a 32 bar rap that I wrote probably over a decade ago. I never recorded it.
Baskin in a basket of basilisks, I'm a masochist.
Throwin spastic fits with Saturn discs at these satirists.
Then laugh and shit, devise the pattern quick, with the lantern lit,
Let the clatter in, splatter it, this chaotic chatterin,
Got snappin synapses like twigs off brances,
While walking the lattice with Alice gettin acrobatic,
With backflips and gymnastics, fuck the hatter, I'm the maddest,
With an expanded bandwidth, I'm not from this planet.
I'm just here, stranded, in the land of the conditioned and systematic.
Schematic of embracin the average, I guess I'm a savage,
For philosophy I'm like a magnet, a frantic addict.
That sees existence as an unknowable expansive sandpit,
Of maggots and catfish singing ballots of malice,
That are tacit and I clash with like a hammer and granite.
The bowl, pack it, no lighter then matches, and puff like the dragon.
I'm a dynamic titanic of banished magic.
Nomadic, with no baggage, dissipating like wind and gasses.
I vanish into a lavish palace of depression and sadness.
With blood of the callous in a chalice for my palate.
A grappling black kid with fat lips might get blasted,
By the dogmatic underhanded white bandits.
Using taxes and badges to put the innocent in caskets.
But I'll be damned if I stop to kiss asses,
Of the pallad masses or bitter satanic.
I'm an adaptive combatant until my body is dust and ashes,
And my soul on fire like a phoenix or glass with hash hits.
In the vastness outside the material or organic.
A transit into a gigantic esoteric dynamic.
Like a DMT panoramic in the cosmos I blast in.
The cinematic undeterred by time, unexplained by mathematics.
An outlandish mind, if you're not prepared then get ravaged.
One love
Baskin in a basket of basilisks, I'm a masochist.
Throwin spastic fits with Saturn discs at these satirists.
Then laugh and shit, devise the pattern quick, with the lantern lit,
Let the clatter in, splatter it, this chaotic chatterin,
Got snappin synapses like twigs off brances,
While walking the lattice with Alice gettin acrobatic,
With backflips and gymnastics, fuck the hatter, I'm the maddest,
With an expanded bandwidth, I'm not from this planet.
I'm just here, stranded, in the land of the conditioned and systematic.
Schematic of embracin the average, I guess I'm a savage,
For philosophy I'm like a magnet, a frantic addict.
That sees existence as an unknowable expansive sandpit,
Of maggots and catfish singing ballots of malice,
That are tacit and I clash with like a hammer and granite.
The bowl, pack it, no lighter then matches, and puff like the dragon.
I'm a dynamic titanic of banished magic.
Nomadic, with no baggage, dissipating like wind and gasses.
I vanish into a lavish palace of depression and sadness.
With blood of the callous in a chalice for my palate.
A grappling black kid with fat lips might get blasted,
By the dogmatic underhanded white bandits.
Using taxes and badges to put the innocent in caskets.
But I'll be damned if I stop to kiss asses,
Of the pallad masses or bitter satanic.
I'm an adaptive combatant until my body is dust and ashes,
And my soul on fire like a phoenix or glass with hash hits.
In the vastness outside the material or organic.
A transit into a gigantic esoteric dynamic.
Like a DMT panoramic in the cosmos I blast in.
The cinematic undeterred by time, unexplained by mathematics.
An outlandish mind, if you're not prepared then get ravaged.
One love