Memoir of a Real Nigga Time Travelor From a Proud and Silent Future
Memoir of a Real Nigga Time Travelor From a Proud and Silent Future.
A Monster seeding pre-grammatical,
Oscillating pivotals,
Octaves hit the matter I’ve created known perennial,
Posture spun the spineI I spat I knew would foster generals ,
Combusted thoughts/thots I waivered now the situations genitals,
I’m staying metaphysical,
cus if I don’t console my soul its metal to your physical,
I met the one we love above the 3rd that nurtured visuals,
Met her made her drizzle cus I meddled with her physical,
Meta grossing hella medals mentals poke centennial ,
Au revoir or Art of War I’m peace and me conditional.
Meet a maniac or two,
Meet an ani-maniac who kama sutras every tune,
With a flow that was dope like heroine residuals,
With a flow that was known like Moses in peripherals,
Who behold to the pope was heavenly habitual,
To the throne of plutonium-
colder than the absolute,
Nastier than karma su-
Faster than that thot you knew was coming for sabbaticals,
Passing conscious passive Pontius pilate was indebted to a flow so dope it’s known to choke the smoke inhaled in heaven tune.
In all of Hell and Heaven too.
I poured a potent bowl of 69 or higher residue.
Copyright © Michael Magee Ii | Year Posted 2021
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