Piece together puzzles of clay mortar mix, disordered, cracked and quartered, re-quartered and chipped,
to unify my mind state at a single space in time, the fabric is ever changing in line with,
analogue models which induce acoustic supersonic regions still an inconclusive,
model for a black hole.. Some finna spit or swallow but im thorough with the rap bro,
loyal to uniqueness, the cliche beckons,
but C's straight questions the light vacuum,
so stop sucking dick and might @ you, got me sneezing at your bullshit just like achoo,
I gets at you via contactless electromagnetic melts with acoustic presence,
the cue is weapons of mass wave lengths... fam stay stressed when I press my tongue,
up against the upper mouth to discharge FMS's at a blistering array from a biological gun...

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

The flow is there. Would like to have journeyed a little bit longer though.