Track 106

Last cleaned out lunch of the Kinder-Year &

it amazes/confuses/surprises me this someone who sometimes misses big moments & some big signs & then some little something like a last lunchbox somehow sums it up.

Markers in time that slap me up.

It’s fast. It’s crazy out here. It’s summer.

 

 

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Track 105 BOOM-RANG BATTLERAP

Hey look- check it-

You probably never had it, so let me explain
I got tap-able strength fills each vein,

Jab- jab-   to left hook ya’ exposed brittle brain
get comfortable with pain      & see
I’m main,
You’re way much earlier in the card
with a soul full of lard
left charred, dismembered then barred,10 count.
Finally the realization sinks in
I’m tasty even raw, you’re just a used plastic straw,
A hole in your center a meaningless stripe-  all hype,
People suck you then chuck you
forget you      & remember
I’m the only keeper,  Sleeper,You’re always late but like fate
I’m always on time,

Like sunrise
I’m the perfect rhyme,
Junk you spit classifies as crime
in my ear,
My-Self expanding this sphere,
piece by peace,   little by lot man I’m huge.Your concept the size of a gnat-
splat     your will is not fat,   spirit rings flat,
Worse than a lab rat->     see   not  a  maze  ing,
Then they get a glimpse of me the mad/rad scientist
blazing,

So saddle up to my class,   oh wait! you can’t,
You chapped, lapped,  in North Cascades without a Map,
Curl up take a nap &
dream how sweet it could have been to be Free Me,

Then never wake up,

Juicy, that’s what they call me when superlatives run out,
Got to start using other tongues in fact,    globally stacked-
Noblesse,  Grandeza, Forte + Estupendo   =   Asombroso  you loco
to think for even a minute you win,

Subtract you
any where any language any time
every line
it’s a sign
you(s) mine

starting now,
Ending never.

BOOM-RANG.    My Time.

White Dessert Sun