Miracle

It's post apocalypse

Ghosting on some proper shit

The most anonymous

Spoken of with posture fixed

Stand and rock the mist

Layered on some composite

Smoking phosphorus

Coasting on the bosphorus

Roast the octopus

Toasting on the rocket ship

Boast accomplishments

Polish and a compost mix

They locked the bridge

From the poet with that toxic spin

In a mamba pit

Venom to the tongue I spit

Like a summer wind

Somersaults with thunder blitz

Let the wonder in

Come up with this running thing

I got the clean start

God of my supreme art

I'm off the scene

From the harbour where the fiends part

With the dream sauce

Toasted like the brioche

Lay off the cream

They wanna know how much these themes cost

They broke the wallet

Carved a scar into the pocket

But worth the cop it

I'm merc'ing on this project

Known to rock it with a docket from the cockpit

In the commons dropping knowledge

Throwing tomahawks like comments

Dropped hydraulics

Make deposits for the profits

With homies paying homage

But still unknown for my sonnets

Sustain the moves

Still aloof, chewing hoofs

In a pagan booth

Laying roots

Grazing like a sabre tooth

From the waves

In the galley

Like a slave to truth

Singing praises

To this gallery of baseless fools

It's the starving spook

Armed and in a bargain suit

With the god on mute

And farming on the garden route

Uncouth

Forgotten like my hardened youth

I carve the truth from the carcass of a tarnished proof

Pack the bag and flee

Static like a battery

With bombs over Baghdad, battered

Wearing satin green

In the battlefield

Balancing on ladders still

Hammered with an adder theme

In tatters, on an Adderall

Off ships In Galilee

Playing cards with matadors

Sharks up on this paddle steam

I call and let the cannons roar

Lords' ambassador

Double swords to massacre

Lawman in the valley

It's the foreman with the calibre

Draw Excalibur

Where fallen wore the malice frown

I storm with Merlin

Riding swordsmen in the saddle down

Bring the cattle round

Sacrifices paramount

I'm on the mountain

With a crisis of the tantamount

Running circles 'around my vices like a carousel

Off this Ferris wheel

Drive and hit the parasail

Bearing steel

Leave some ricin in the Paris mail

Then inhale

Grab the python off the baggage scale

Walk with avarice

And force of flux capacitors

Don't fucks with amateurs

Or parasite that flatter us

In fact, the matter is

I'm matterless and mad as shit

Empirical with patterns

Still a miracle and catalyst