#BlinkEightyThree #ComeOnAndDance y'all! #SwingTownDown #KeepOnRockinMeBabyDoll

JUNGLE LOVE, ONE HAPPY MARRIAGE OF YIN & YANG FOR FORTY REVOLUTIONS

WE BE ROLLIN' PLAYERS, @2PAC #THUGS, JACKED UP DOGS TRIPPIN'

God's all be damned monkeys couldn't hang long enough, apeskin RNA/DNA marrow

Skinny boys gang bangin' for the sake of the crippled blood runnin' deep to yo' mamas

Brothers and sisters not knowin' anything but the #Punch or the #Hit, all they gon' see

Penitentiary underground flow for apes even deeper inside, jumpin' jack, apt monkey.

Seeing while blinded by the light is impossible but I'm doin' it right now anyway, Holes

Done in & still in the game waitin' for the inevitable climax of the blackness, unlit scat

Rules of the games on the roads to perdition, it's a final end for a surprise conceptions

Of the signals and signatures to sign your life over to the Man, the Woman, the Ends.

Player or just a spectator, maybe without any referee to keep the peace, it means Sin

Scandal meaning everybody is shocked about the behavior they all covet, y'all be Ho's

Hoho whitey, one that's wide open with no rock starlight, just there for the party gin

Third grade on up to the seniorhood of the high and low schools of 'hood dust bowls.

Bustin' rhyme for reasons unknown to the present or the past, it's all for future shocks

Innocent minds free from the bacteria & viruses of their parental guidance commands

It's never, ever in your time on Earth going to be copastetic, #B, a #Struggle I am all in

First to last breath, I'm captain of dreamin' the Ends, the Alpha-Omega Thing Itself sin.

Rebel or compliant to make the feeling inside of the mean meat and 208 bone chumps

You know it's all about you, your mama & papa told you 'bout cool facts of life trumps

I got nothing but what I came here with at that conception of love or rape, all talk raps

Milk and the dirty water soup, got drunk and high by eight, had 7 peacemakers & Daps.

Junkies & bums up & down the boulevards & avenues where I saw each & every blow

Broken arrows and hearts of stone shattered into smitherreens, empty holes of a God

Singularity is too far to see but it's right there waitin' for a gravitational collapse bang

Quick sand just not fast enough to catch my bones in the middle, sinking of thee I sang.

Three, two, one middle finger up just one last time, you give up the ghost's past time

Reincarnate a soul no more, it's all over when it's over, scapegoats or sweathog slime

He and she dwelt among us apes who ruled this planet, 3rd stone away from the One

Sun above stays hot as the place you never wanna go, you turn to empty ash, "I RUN!"

It comes from bulls not canine or feline, it's why there's hamburgers, thank bull sperm

You get nothing burgers at the King or the old MacDonald's farm, no EE II EE II OO term

Eventually the herbivores & carnivores get together for a BBQ, son of a dirty mom dog

Deadbeat fathers of our ancestors ran wild 'til they died of being morons in a holy fog.

Cut to the chase and everything is gone, there's no light, no stars, no life, no Earth hog

Eating everything, being self-consumed by calling in favors with the Word of Gods blog

Apes without the hair to keep warm, using colors to signify the rhymes of painted lips

Only two flappin' in the wind, misunderstood from the meaning, your gibberishly tips.

Full & still filling the top with a liquid it can't hold, it's overflow down, drone christian

Asphalt, tar or reddish black dirt, the remnant of the Big Bang's cold cuts, leftover lies

Bought & sold the wares of the bands of yoyo's in charge of the passin' out on Slo Gins

God bandit saints on front streets, whitey/nigger stolen valor, players way above skies.

Rockin' & shakin' the boat until the fruit fell down to the ground, victor got fool spoils

In the end the light fades, it goes out of you & back to the future where it always boils

In the middle of the Sun, in California, deep in the heart, in the soul, in the sacrament

All in before you drop your hand, stay & call the bluff, slap the shot in smack godsent.

Tulips or roses bow down to the Word, as it slips out my mouth, lips closed on fatties

Compare the fame and glory to the silence of Gold, a quitude ahead & behind all seas

Of men and fish in the race from the sea to tree tops growin' out the red & black dirts

Stay Classy, don't settle #CALI or y'all, whatever, @2pac alive to die, #PoppinHurts!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, May XVI, MMXXii @ Half Past High Noon

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