Last word

Grades of a hood rat

Vocabulary of an aristocrat 

Lookin at that

I Been takin that 

I was bookin lazy chats

Like a Nine life cat

Lived everyday like a hood rat

Coulda been achieved all that 

Project 1,2,3 I ain't doin that 

I ruined people's raps 

Took my own and chewed and spit it out like fact 

Compacted you to give you detachment fumes 

Stopped positin on this blog because I feel I'm not abstract enough 

Distracted by wanting another half 

It's nothing gandolfs staff can't max 

Just relax 

You as old as usin a fax to get your message pass 

Alas I'll smash how You Just talkin but ain't stalkin like how a detached boyfriend walkin

Know this boy named big Liz 

Sold him po boys and a sip of siz turned his mind into a wiz then exploded into shiz

 just feel like a greevil sneaking around carrying what people concider evil 

Contraband, energies, and illegal synergies 

Life is harder then contra its always on the hardest difficulty 

 people lookin at me crooked teeth and tea make me think of English people that decide to keep their political keep they reek of earl grey till they stink. 

Take a second to think this is my last word its a sort of password to pass the word into the world. 

Tandum about Anarchy

I'm living in a vivid got me extra livid screen play as if Vladimir Putin is puttin in on replay
This got me in loose footing so I choose to be off putting
In this world that willfully went into chaos I'd instantly start shooting, perusing and ruining everyone's chances at looting.
starting a fight then dippin outa societys line of sight '
Like I restarted a world that won't get the pleasure of ever seein light.

Anarchy must achieve a veterancy, there fore no mercy, yet Percy bringing his soul for the curse he wants lifted. This perception was not blessed but was gifted.
With a whistle Percy can pull a pillaging pistol that gods will has been instilled, a power he him self has never revealed

 
The pistol resemlbles what man cant handle, anarchy is love's perfect example

Fights are what society gets for being mammals
Man I man handle panhandlers for loose change ill tell you now i won't change
I will just be a rearranged teenager stranger.

 Devilish vibes are creepin like a fleetin' feelin' over the seven seas across expansive amount of territories

But this is nothing that busting a comprehensive rhyme cant handle, please just release the people and take this as an example from someone whos better in writtens.
Kittens beat fat kats who have a rap for spittin egotistical fact, but when the mystic react he made little eye contact and said, "Your race was never meant to have a trace of free thinking factors."

So whats my use, why doesn't everybody abuse the truths that fuck up the image of youths

Let me tie this back to anarchy
Lets burn down congress

 flames enveloping our still developing caucus that mocks us.

So I can show all the congress friends that America is no longer the center for free men
All that place WAS is a place for dreams on parchment and pen to get enacted every now and then.

Congress men, lets take a look at the elderly, line up all orderly, expressions look morbid to me maybe if you didn't take 20% of their check every week it coulda gone to them still movin in the street. 

  

The summer when a bird was taken advantage of, so I took the vantage point of love.

2 kids playin on my play ground that got me territorial
This aint no game, lawyers memorial or in need for a lavish burial.

So I staked out their movements for about a month
I learned  they're best friends in crime, mainly specializing in bad quality back ally dimes

I know they sucked each others nuts and bustted into each others butts with repressed gay sexuality thrusts.

They only seem to spit demonic energies ignorantly striving for fake fisical synergies which makes them my mortal enemies

What they dont know is that my jeep turns into a maroon blood scorched moon when the time is right, never too soon.
Its a six cylinder street accredited but socially discredited creep with energies that loom like every new moon
When its 1:23 A.M. I figured saturdays they're togather again
The thought of killin them seemed to pass my mind now and then
But thats too risky so i grabbed my bat took a bit of Monica Lewinksi that got me ready to be frisky

Gloves on to prevent prints
Skii mask to look relentless
I was ready to leave these kids dead n' missed homeless n' stitched boneless n' whipped 
But my monogamy to the current energy whip got me lookin through a monochromatic moment
It was an automatic uncomfortably static flow switch

It turned me into a agressive agression filled adderol addict

Now these kids are only a block away
Its time to get at it like the adderol addict I say

My louie ville sulgger guided one to the back of the knee
The other homie aint so keen on what he just seen so I simultaneously did the same thing
Put them on their knees and forced them to be relating
Quickly took a mental framing, then finished it.

1, 2, to the back of the head, hit their temple knocked them out cold out of their mental I kinda hope they dead still.
3,4, i was outa there so fast my existence completely unfolded in an untold lore, I enjoy how much they must have abhorred me. 
I herd they went door to door after hospital vistits I know their parents pockets must have adored

Trying to find witnesses for the report of the assailants identity

But in my heart I was gifted with complete complacent serenitity that washed over me, over my eyes, spine, and mind

Then I herd Karmas contract she said, "Cole, for this vigalanity crime you won't be caught this time if one day you write this in a rhyme."

You know Karma I'm a habitual liar but ill follow you through this fire

What I really aim with this rhyme is when certain mextures of evil, chemical X, and violence combine its possible for life to repeat columbine so dont start shit when its not the time
Hold those fists until you have a contextual only found inside of definite lines that lead to monumental universal karma given signs.

Hey me too.

Horizontal lines monumental signs 

Dippin through wine & dines

n' dimes burned through faster then criminal records can find

Missin that thing called my mind 

Don't start shit it's not the time 

Yet it's time to give people a subconscious fixing of mine

-that will get you-

Fixating till half past 9

Just remember when I give you the time it's for a reason and rhyme. 

(Sing) 

Meet me at 11:30, I love it when you talkin dirty. 

My perspective is obviously interospective 

Yet a detective gets lost in me, listen to me, listen and see, listen we gon' be 

listenin' for diss that I can dissmiss 

Gettin' to nitty gritty business 

No witnesses 

Witness this

Missin' furious fists of mis-fits 

Ain't gettin' on miss obviously a bitch 

-yet-

Deffinitelly not with miss obviously Snich 

-yet-

My thoughts compact which makes me 

Reluctant to react to any eye contact 

Ain't no tellin when sanity is comin back. 

Maybe when I'm back

to face my act 

Watch me split the question of society's acts

Which is Missin it's own obvious knack 

-that makes-

Your life a wick so I'll lick my fingers and you better get ready to split at the right timing

I'm Scared to be around bright lighting

I'm White n' 5'8 but I'm darker then a Q ball pocketing the 8 

Your games over because you left it to fate 

But my homie nate

 best friend

Helps me comprefriend

What to do to make amends 

-When I'm-

Silent in crowds 

Ducking and dipping through shrouds 

Sellin Shaded clouds that never smelled so loud till now. 

Keaton said

Keaton said we were the ones born to be preachin to the mass that I try to be reachin with poetry 

Jokingly we flow with ease emotions put her on her knees she sees as she pleases  I'm ceasin the releasin of my soul to be teachin tryina fight this feelin to be dealin keepin this kid from squealin 

It was a freein feelin to be lovin accidentally put a bun in that oven from lovin we stuck in this cycle of emotional corruption every second was distraction from destruction randomly combustin still tryin to be trustin but my Lustin got me bustin 

wicked sin we picked it in she was on my whim even after I pinned it in. 

Our bodies can't pretend what realm we still livin in but this lesson I'm findin again about this lucid coma the dust thrust me in. 

From then I see things differnt I felt lifted off of something that God thrifted he switched it I couldn't predict it like C-dog I sicked it now I feel gifted never gunna miss it I put my fist to it

 bliss-ful-ness it was my miss-ter-s that got me on this diss-so-nence rediclous 

pretend it's this I've missed you sense 

Let me tell you miss,

I'm sorry. Again...

My dream isn't about a Ferrari that can't tell you I'm sorry. 

But by now you're too forelorne for me I thought I could flow with ease but this is anything but peace. Give me a peice of this peace please...

I will now release. 

Variant.

A variant of a demon baby well lately I've been conversing and soul searching to get that first spring in this versing we rehearsing 

Yet 

controversy killed his possibility bursting out labeled the worst thing

 all he is doing is conserving his ability to be returning

 home burning 

Stomachs churning 

Thoughts worsening 

But my mind is a sharp ring held in by a spring 

I'm learning  

Unlike bitches who can't speak their feelings 

Class B mistamenor roll downed the widow he smelt it so I pulled it out of my croch "dealt it"

 it was irreverent i was intelegent I was my own clique check it i flew under the radar couldn't compare stars.

   but  he wouldn't stop cryin for a brawl

 I told him come on we all live in the sprawl 

constantly in a crawl to this country we call a free for all. 

 

Tracing crazy

Lately baby I been tracing crazy just to stop this racing baby face me don't look lazy  look into my eyes and maybe you'll see the sky's erase me 

lady let your thighs take me maybe call me crazy a variant of a demon with rabbid rabies goblin babies like my heart won't phase me 

lock out love won't fade me and your heart shall take me....

Wait a second I thought we were makin reference to the distaste in this crescent of distrust and repentance. 

My past caught up with me teaching how thoughts can corrupt me but feel free to berate me my actions have demeaned your esteem 

I wish we were still in our dream. That's where I'm happy thoughts can't trap me so what's stoping me from wanting to live every moment there in your heart is what I bear

 this feeling is so fucking rare 

sorry if I get aggressive but my love is regressive. Like the time I shattered my windshield with my fist no cut on my wrist strength from love's bliss. 

I don't care if you return this your whole crew is society's worst miss you'll never again Caress my my soul while we rest. 

Chain.

The Lie of 1 man panhandled his way to be the lie of 10 friends who stopped worrying about 100's of God's sends.