#SoulPerfect #SinInAPin @JimiHendrix & @IsleyBrothers #2022SuperBowlLVICommercials

HE GOT YOU & DIDN'T HESITATE MY LADY, DON'T TOUCH, AD INFINITUM

Gold in the water down deep in the uttermost echelon of the pit, look out below

Where it's at is the same place it's always been, where the action is, stiff upper lip

Simple as a complex solution to no problem you'll ever solve, you must be on a trip

To be in the game without any foresight or hindsight means no rules to me, yo yo.

Screaming without the Words of the magic you believe is true, silence of ALL dead

Nobody gets out of here alive, you will see soon enough that there's nothing said

Pushing on the fading mental awareness, painting the fat, skinny bones of a face

Red, blue and white in hues never seen before tomorrow, next time in my Space.

Yeah, I knew you, I saw your face again, by the window's front door line dance toll

Cried and laughed for a New York Minute until it waned and it was over in a B-roll

Bums left the smells of the food they ate and liquid they drank behind, broken kids

Couldn't comprehend the ABC's & the 1,2,3's in the K-12, no diploma or degree bids.

Smoked you in the sheets of tree pulp, leaf of the weed grown for the magicians

To change the things themselves from what they would have been with cousins

Songs of the bands, melodies of the orchestras & sans solos of Ones with nothing

About this, that & the other things that have the Time to burn, she got a D ring.

Bongs been blown and passed around the clock until the mind fell downtown

Mississippi to Montana, Washington to Florida, Jersey to California, am I wrong

Animated the 208 bones, let the watchers see what they saw, return a f' frown

Heard more than a moron, less than an idiot, I've been gone too long, so long?

Marshall Tucker or Mathers can rhyme the roamin' repercussions of a rappin' Id

Deeper than known by the conscious, below the sub, above the super, ah, The Kid

Plans of misunderstood eternity and a temporary lapse of reason's certainty scree

All over when it's over, now it's over, all of it, harmony to the finale, it's my gravy.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February 15th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST

{ Jammed to @IsleyBrothers #ThatLady - Soul perfection 11:27 rockin' link @ https://youtu.be/nHp4Nk7fS0k}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WOKE #TRIGGERS #WAR & @Marshall_Mathers

MMXXIII, INBREED TIGERS & RAM GODS AGAIN?  #Mn'MHO

Most probable outcome of a whole year of non-pandemic NFL to & fro, it'll be cool bro

Possibility of the WORD of the players to fashion the world around them evil angels

They do whatever they like, anything that can be imagined to experience sensational

It is the nature of this beast, the One that I am, you decide your own ilk, I know, I fall.

From below & above this rock and deep within it, my hooved metatarsals cover miles

Kilometers & actually parsecs of the matrix inside God's invisible mind, come on man

It's not easy to go from an innocent, crying infantile baby into a role of all too human

I will, I decide, I want your Kissin' today & every day, dawn to dusk, a werewolf cries!

Culture enculturation and a publication of an anthropological ethnography, free pass

Tyranny is ready & willing to go deeper than the blue sea of the Earth's orbiting mass

It ain't my fault and it's for you to find out what the nature of this Substance is, Man!

If there is an origin to this systemic universe, it appears to be hidden in occult cosign.

Alright three times, I ain't repeating the WORD, it's been said and all that's left is fun

Mover of infinity, finite immobility call the Void, the Yin & the Yang, target of the gun

Laser or lead both enter the wound until stopped by an equal, opposite cosmic force

Drums beat, strings strum, horns blow, we're rockin' it, all too human, phuqin' Horse!

There can be no rational conclusion to arguments with false premises, it's impossible

I did not invent the art of deduction, maybe Sherlock Holmes or Plato but not my hell

It's below the crust in the middle core, hot rock magma that pumps your grave above

Below the black or red dust left above, Rams of Angels' gold water, #hiphop HO Love!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 611 AMPST

{ Captured these words out of the #Ether, you could have but you didn't, I was listenin' to a 'long version' of @RareEarth #GetReady on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/i80_N8CPWHk & THE @SuperbowlLVI @EMINEM blast link #NOMASK #NOMAS #HowBoutDaRiotsInLAEh @ https://youtu.be/Ze6glUDyGN0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#LIfeAintALock #KillAWordOrTwo #MarshallTucker #BattleStarGalactica #RussiaInvadedHoodlumMecca #PurpleRain #Prince @Beyonce

#LVI SUPERBONG FORGOTTEN, SMOKIN'  RIFFS TO END GAMES

Did you say something important, I don't think so, what do I know, nothing

Sure it was a superbowl but an anticlimax to the huge swarm of mastering

I am in charge of the masters and their sons, daughters do the bidding too

Among the few who will be left at the end, I am one who you think is blue.

Yet the happiness within cannot protrude outside of the skin's form, it's me

Don't allow the power-fire escape & immortality isn't exposed, y'all be free

Like it or not, it's the way it is, the way it is is my way or the highway ramp

If you can't get off then pull over to the soft gravel side of the road, champ!

Winners and losers get busy when the game is on, the end is near, it's over

Quick as lightening, ain't no way out without being One, nothing but a blur

Fly away without the wings you thought you needed, can't walk or breathe

But flying is not a problem for the smoke, it's gone, already up, up & away!

Got a risk, got no way to get out of the way of the train, it's an A-Train fade

Tracks from one coast to the other, many people were screwed & killed so

Keep it in mind when you're happy, many people died for our splendor too

Game starts & ends, can't recollect why it recurs ad infinitum, a bug RAID.

Watch the atoms split & fuse, bombs away for the drunken, co-idiotic bum

Highlighted mind but ain't no daddy on two feet at ground zero, HoHo slum

Ready the arms, aim your armless weapons, arms, legs, finger & toe bones

Meeting & greeting all threats, introducing peace & love, it's over, it's over.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Saint Valentine's Day, 2-14-2022 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Liquidated from the #Plethora & produced while listenin' to @Foghat #SweetHomeChicato link @ https://youtu.be/bSiTg9QxxY4 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?