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TALES FRoM THE FALL oF ELYSiUM

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Read Time 16+- Min.

I'm up early. my vision's still blurry.
I can still hit my shot like Steph Curry.
Aeshia says... "She's the Chef".
There's was no tech called from the ref.
The three swishes the net. The bucks beats the Nets.
Who lost on the bet ? an offensive threat is

currently presence.

Yes, You spell that...
Flow-er & Flower with an F .

First, let me SEE the Money .
Then we can talk about... What you want.

This is another
violation of the Treaty -
Freestyle Production.

Notice,... Kanye's not interrupting.
Not at any of my functions.

The streets is listening. Cover those bars ;
don't leave'm uncovered - exposed - glistening.

Shining.

Almost too blinding.
as you're compelled to rewind -
before you absorb the next line. i keep firing.

Because the government's always hiring. Conspiring.
And our plans ain't always in alignment.

I continue my assignment.

Freestyling.

The FBI has formulated their profile.

It's all wrong.

I'm Live from a yacht navigating the Nile.
My country-boy's working hands' finger-nails
need spa-treatment & filing.
I wanna smoke a blunt - but
i'm feeling too lazy to roll one.
I'll overcome that inertia. Maybe, time for a girlfriend.

Retain the valet.

I continue to daly-up bodies of whack emcees daily.

I do not fear Slim- or Phat Shady.
I only slightly fear the abilities of the U.S. Navy.

I can't swim.

I launch from eastern seaports.
We love to rock Helly Hansen for sport.

New Balance.

We got the girth of the first commonwealth
to meet the challenge.
We don't want to have to call no ambulances.
the clashing of lances at the royal dances
is bombastically outlandish.

And very unattractive.

I'm weary of acquiring & discarding burners.
I'm actually ready to be a grand-father.

I'll watch those toddlers.

As she whispers to me in spanish -
and i don't understand it.
My lyrics causes more damages
to the pursurer's advantages.

I mind my manners. Spitting parables -because

the turntables are turning. Incense is burning.
How much for a Mix-Tape? I haven't considered it.
Excuse me, she's still speaking.
My vocal wave is riding channel 3.

Thank You for understanding my body language.

I strangle the next chord you're tangling.
Aligning my fighter jet with the corrected angling.

Since you like to tango.

The sweetness of my mango,

Black ass Django-lango's flows...

is providing access
to more watering holes.
I'm thristy. Please be at least 30....
kilometers traveling distance.

Bear witness. Excercise an attitude for
progressive mental fitness.
Kindness is a highly fundamental underlying
necessary qualifying requirement.
No time - at all - for bull,
horse, bird, itty-bitty, hundred dollar shit.

Mic checking. Feels like i'm pulpit-ing.
Pinch-hitting, for my henchmens' benchins'.
A dedication beyond benjamins and championships.
Chips and other weak earthling glitches.

i flip the script of my pass abusive relationships -with
involvement into minding my own hot-ham business.

and live with a quiet finess pioneering out-westwardly...
at a 45 degree angle. It's too cold.
Join someone as cool as you - at the next platueu.

Imma "LIGHT iT UP"

Hand me my Astro-Blaster,
Draw Faster Sensei - Sifu - Master .
Black Ass Instigator Hater .
Hide Darth Vader in the basement .
Repay favors. Return borrowed sabres.

Aid the Man-in-Black's escape.

This beat - will determine my fate.
I feel the weight of the fight - in my mic.
Jake Paul tonight : Try Satan himself.
For the belt. And my soul's on the line.
I'm fine with that. Cause look who got my back.
And my front. My profile deflies the craziest lies.

I won't need an alibi . I hang around to provide...
details. On how -they all fail.
Demons can't make bail. Jezebel...
is still fine as hell.

Jesus,... help me. Thank God for these beats.
Artillery and Chivarly
and BARS glistening
for the one -that's listening.

You missed it . You was outside pissing.
"Missed What?" The first eruption .

Can We Continue without interuption.
The function alt key is my favorite keyboard button.
Next to destruction. Deleting the need for feeding
my ego's insatiable desire for being
ridicously greedy. i mean really...

40 emcees.

You EITHER... Do know - or don't know
Where I can find Jay Z .

in the alpabet.

quit ( ! )

i'm back - i was not taking a nap.
i collapsed in the middle of my relapse.

i just recieved the fax from vader i'm wanted back.

in the lab. in the group of three emcees...
a conspiracy. stop the piracy. plus catch up with Iris.
the eypgtian goddress that jacked the last freestyle
i wrote down on papyrus.
i usually commit to memory.
Meet me at midnight at the cemetery.

Where the first pharoah is buried.

i'm late and in a hurry.
i'll leave your creative vision blurry.
Freestylers scurry.
beating more clocks than steph curry.
Can stephen ever get even.
taste the baked leaven.
i'm leaving you full of nutritional supplemental
fundamental lyrical principles.

My vocalized force-field is impenetrable.

My formula's simple.
Two ounces of pure holy water from the temple.
Mixed with my spittal.

Loaded into the nose of the ICBM missiles.

i would love to continue addressing the issues
of your mistresses' continued
dismissing of your no longer indulging pursuits.

As i bite from the forbidden fruit of the harlot deemed the cutest. No refuting - my mainframe's rebooting -
as my henchmen continue shooting.

Who exactly is 'You' ?

i have'nt the slighest clue from Blue.
I sense the efferevscence of your magnificience .

I'm out on a reduced sentenced. i penned it.
There will be no amendments.
i said what i intended... and meant
every word of it.

Notice... i didn't finch a single millimeter or inch...
when Thanos rose from the bench.

I'll crack his fingers - as i flirt with the back-up singer -
slash - personal assistant killa ninja.

You over there - should mind your phucking business.
i continue to flex with the swag of
the Vampire Hunter's Seasonal Covenant.
While fortifying the foundation for expanding
the Imperial Freestyle Union's
Universal Shadow Government.

Double tax this province. Too quiet like the amish.

My mic needs polishing. My bars are like halogen.
I made them stop Hailing Ceasar.
When I crushed his spirit
in the middle of the amphitheater.
Can i be any clearer:
I'm amped up with hits starring at the theater.

"Come Here, Cleopatra".
Nobody called you.... Alexander.

Stop the incessant cock-blocking.
Mingle with some folks at the function.
The party's rocking.
the alchemists are concocting...
Precious metal blingy things.
Large golden hoops and nose rings.

Ghostdini's Golden Eagle wrist bracelet.

Swing on these.... as i do my thing:
Annilation.
Whack emcees causing constipation.
i'm on my 3rd re-incarnation and i miss home.

Alpha Centauri .

If you're gonna tell the story. Tell it right.

No man relieved me of my mic.
No army came within sight on radar.

How do you like my freestyle so far ?

as i unload the cargo hold of my retro-fitted Death Star.
and think- i left my astral-phone-charger on Mars.
I'll borrow one from Elon. if he's home.

i'm gone .