honesty is the key...
did i get crossed out? absolutely,
everybody's etched in a little piece of themselves, we're sweating though.
fountain of youth like isabelles and jesabelles, no wedding bells, queen elizabeth.
holy [bad word] smack your gauntlet into a labyrinth.
escher [bad word] seen through walls hand carved puppets
don't make a madman out of god's gifts.
x marks something magnificent if it's meant to be,
and i'm meaning daddy kev, well [bad word] to my odditorium.
let's make molehills of insecticide what dreams are made of in and about
with all limbs dancing as one it's a masterpiece and you're invited, who's sweating?
wake the waves we throwing [bad word] who's catching this jathan vs the spicegirls
ideas thrown at random time is to waste and i'm an archangel.
slaying every cliche i've ever thrown where's the diss in that?
i'm dissing languages, whats the point? everyone is called out.
numbers in everything, decode my [bad word]  i ain't linda tripping this is my stadium.
another gift of gab i suppose everyone oughtta change their clothes
oh these girls are angels apparently god lives in seattle.
jathan is the ceo in a desk of air, salute the aliens before they melt omega6.
i've been sacrificed to a volcano check it out,
i'm a big word paraphrasing moments of genius.
imagine my eyes burning every time i'm reading this,
if it's meant to cry, and i guess all people are meant to die.
what is it you're looking at? there's a hole in my chest call it heartache.
sole's a ventriloquist, antagonist, wanna be soothsayer, rhymesayer, so the irony is whatever.
oh look i slit my wrists so i'm supposed to be a lantern landing in animation abandoning all my human traits.
you're all in bondage, bon voyage we keep it in [bad word] 
suggest professionalism, throw up your w's ask questions.
this is a questionaire what you've abandoned your god, where we all godforsaken
in a makeshift writer's workshop all alone,
we in a makeshift writer's workshop all by myself.
where are my planets we are all planets in plain clothes
walking in line where's the irony in that?
this is my office who are you yelling at?
drink your santa [bad word]  take that smart [bad word] elsewhere.
i'm practicing being dumb, don't tempt me. i can take off my shirt,
black and yellow photographs that [bad word] is dead.
sole is my epitath that makes this the farewell slash entrance
like never before so do whatever.
everyone is on the floor this is a stickup you're being raped for your innocence,
so i'll rob you blind for what that's worth.
i love my mother and amanda's dreadlocks it's over, take your picture leave me alone,
this isn't even me.
paint tim holland naked, read it and weep.
wipe that thought off your face i'm on an ego trip.
so where's my trophy who wins humanity 1999 1200 hobos those numbers make sense.
we make up a percentage a defense brainwashing pestilence.
it's all about advertising, can i rent space in your mind?
it's all about merchandising i'm so underground everyday i wake up at 7:30 and i still ain't dead.
it's all about if i [bad word] down up off of this [bad word] off hard,
one thousand ideas of sympathy. let's dance,  symbol symphony time for ambush.
eight twilights in a frame, all eyes on portland, maine m.e.
this is my [bad word] and you're all shareholders.
hold hands, can i get an om, or a loan?
i'll pay you back over my dead body resurrected, still torn and stillborn,
i'm still adding names next time it will be more like "dear society."
i'm a live poet still fermenting and ending any explanation on an expedition
we call hiphop and i think it's the greatest waste of time ever shat.
where's my sarcasm, it's actually sincerity when i rap it's what i do.