flinchin' and skippin'
beats cause brain is
itchin' to spit out
anotha and anotha
comes to mind
pressure pushin pounds
slicing stanzas
rulin' rounds
killin' em
you killin' em
verbally catatonic
ripping verses like
a schizo
kickin' sentences
with
illegible words
on crinkled paper
in white ink
to be seen never
free flow
down the sink
through the drain
its insane
you insane
til' its ill
til' its still
got them silenced
wishin wantin to hear
more of the word play
til' u slay
each and every one of them
killin' em
you killin' em
encore they want more
so you let it out
pushin pounds
still slicing slurs
til' all those words
become letters
then marks
and dots
drop the mic(pen)
done
(freely).
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