Doppler Effect on a soul train: Eleven o’nine Speak heaven on mind Nina has reason to believe that even she might go blind Breath in with both eyes, With every second sec-butyl bromide, Seeps in vitreous humor, with bits of Matt Murdock on mind, foggy in this Young Nelson World, full Nelson her from behind, Wait never mind that vague description still explicit for my, personal taste I never haste what does’t seek to collide, Simply cut the parts you want and isolate in E. coli To grow a colony, que up some collard greens, as I write these words I see I haven’t given up on my college dreams, back when I was 16 in my room, just me singing tunes about aconites. The bane of my existence was never woven inside these tiny things. In some nights the cognac, brings out my insomniac, The black hole sun, Is now a cornucopia, I tap tones ‘till dusk whittles, into an old brush bristle, that struggled tremors, to paint the face of a loved one, Thy cusp one as dust settles so does sun, But this ball of wind grants wishes in one gust, As this camera flash, bokeh shrouds focus, I frame the bouquet to sprout from boca, I spout no profane, I drink no potion, My heart is pro-pain, my mind is pro-gun, My pen is Tolkien, my worth is token, My muscle show gain, my hand is shogun, Aligned in full frame, and placed on fulcrum, My work has no name, I shoot at no one. The sounds from soul train, get louder the closer We get to a location, still far from a locus of control
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Doppler Effect on a soul train:
Eleven o’nine
Speak heaven on mind
Nina has reason to believe that even she might go blind
Breath in with both eyes,
With every second sec-butyl bromide,
Seeps in vitreous humor,
with bits of Matt Murdock on mind,
foggy in this Young Nelson World,
full Nelson her from behind,
Wait never mind that vague description still explicit for my, personal taste
I never haste what does’t seek to collide,
Simply cut the parts you want and isolate in E. coli
To grow a colony,
que up some collard greens,
as I write these words I see I haven’t given up on my college dreams,
back when I was 16 in my room,
just me singing tunes about aconites.
The bane of my existence was never woven inside these tiny things.
In some nights the cognac,
brings out my insomniac,
The black hole sun,
Is now a cornucopia,
I tap tones ‘till dusk whittles,
into an old brush bristle,
that struggled tremors,
to paint the face of a loved one,
Thy cusp one as dust settles so does sun,
But this ball of wind grants wishes in one gust,
As this camera flash, bokeh shrouds focus,
I frame the bouquet to sprout from boca,
I spout no profane, I drink no potion,
My heart is pro-pain, my mind is pro-gun,
My pen is Tolkien, my worth is token,
My muscle show gain, my hand is shogun,
Aligned in full frame, and placed on fulcrum,
My work has no name, I shoot at no one.
The sounds from soul train, get louder the closer
We get to a location, still far from a locus of control
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This too much goodness, remind me of J Dilla with a twist, that smooth Motown D shit, All love and peace, tho I'm raised in the East, traveled the globe, my knowledge too deep, lessons learned from falls so steep, all I could is look up and like good dope, cook up, bubble up amongst the people and like that I'm On, #1 no sequels, reserved, peace and calm, all my guns ghost recon, your forewarned, I was digital since Tron, I stayed young due to good Karm, even my missteps were fluid, since early days, ghetto life observed from the back of buicks, the flow sick, I'm cursed, do it every day, other's would call it a gift, Perhaps..a wordsmith? Nah, honestly, a nigga just talking shit over instruments©️ Imperious
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