Check this spring cleanin summer schemin poets fiendin for it type script… indian winter storm trooper swoop ya from intergalactic sports whips / dodge the avenger eye send ya or make it a night to remember… bet meye front fender offend ya leave ya stained red like legal tender / got busted shovels, rusted ice picks and only table salt left… these snow angels are caroling fables the auditory can’t digest / got seeds ready for fertile soil from months toilin in the basement… foiled again by madre natural seems her urge has grown complacent / standing adjacent to space and time on the grind plow in hand… playin like she ain’t gonna let me hit it this year… eye’ll be damned / flip that savy syllabic delicatesse that finesse like conditioner… make her undress down to her mantle tryin to shoot meye roots up in her / threw in the mazzy starr and by far played the role of procreator… just add water and ultraviolets for this summer’s thirst satiator……


Almost time to break out the white kicks to cross the block and
The weather makes me wanna bump Blackalicious in the walkman
No more jacket no more toque I can undress the fro
Great lakes on the concrete created from the meltin’ snow
Civil war ragin’ on lawns the last bomb’s about to blow
Grass pokin’ through like POWs who’s captors just let them go
How can you be depressed this time of year? That just don’t make Sense to Mo
The sunshine charges me up like I had superpowers
Go out and play some ball I could shoot for hours
Thinkin’ ‘bout employment so I can have some fun this summer
But workin’ on a day like today? Damn that’s a bummer
But sittin’ on my ass in class starin’ out the window at the green grass
The sun glintin’ off the cars that pass time crawlin’ by slow but my life’s goin’ fast
Lookin’ at this bitch at the front yappin’... man I already know this shit!
I just wanna go outside and burn a tree even though I quit
I wanna fill a whole notebook with rhymes but damn... writer’s block is a bitch

This has been a syllabic/jumanji production.

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