Assumption of Guilt vs Delusions of Grandeur?
Opposites? Somewhere, yeah
My home? Somewhere, yeah
It’s called nothing
It’s not clever
Well it is
But isn’t meant to be funny
Like calling your dog
For ex,…..and so on
What up ra
What up pa
Got u there
Releasing anything? No?
Then I’ll never know where u been since the master
The game? Whatever. I came in with Horsebox, I released iller than illness
Somethings wrong u say…
Like been fucked up
In o poetic way
Well I wrote that bit
And after the last one
Between the start of the sentence and the end
Where my mind created something
To fuck yo shitt up, pa
And the intention? Well read it
Why was I thinking of u
She’s been fucking my pa
In her head
Something seeded by my impression of my pa
She thought it was me
Recog antelope house, so ton picu
Am I in shit? Look at my first thought after the new leaf
Talking about leaf…
I neeed a new doctor
Cos mine thinks he’s the godfather
He won’t give me free weed
Says it’s not here
Not concillierge then
I wonder if she planned
It was my idea as if it mattered to ya
I don’t own her
But she’s no rainbow
But she’s close to it
No rain in a rainbow
No bow either
Like forget me
Stop playing u off ok
Stop putting me off
What u want me after hearing Goodbye?
What is this assumption
Fucking….fucking…like….like your fucking fbi or CIA
Trying to put everything in a relationship
Well everything in the universe has a relationship with everything else
Yo fat momma
Oh tennis is on
I know the problem
I want to go but you won’t let me
Then I want you but I can’t have you
That’s not the real problem
I mean we’re going to die
I mean you might
I don’t know
I woke up during a seance
Oh, you too?
Like, endear 50
Would turn this into mad alphanumerical with the pharmaceutical, competition pitiful, thr potential pitfall sadly minimal, negro I’ll turn this lyrical like powerfully trying to impress puffy, attempting to impress an impression of myself into him, then he comes and rushes me with his hype man…man.
Are you Horsebox?
Then u got nothing I want
That’s how it went.
Is that all?
Did he mention big?
Then something strange happened
And he bought my pa
Did he abuse me?
Well your still here
Did Keith abuse me?
Because I think someone did
Or I’m wrong
That’s what it’s called
And what I’m a victim of
They say I’m guilty of
Like Kurdt was saying
Slack died with you
Can I write to you?
Well try and stop me
Suicide? Well I tried plenty times
So I’ll be the ideas man
U be the straight man
Jeez get it together
I haven’t seen someone take so long to hook up a cup of tea
As in what
I sense you
Asking me if I’m trying to get lyrical
Well bitch do u own words?
Cos u act it, or your boss does
And you’re thinking copyright, and that copies, right
Well I copy, right, and copy copies right out of my head, then gets an intercept like that mad motherfucker from 49erz, whoever…I can only guess. But u can only intercept if I release…that’s nice, you’re good,it’s an honour, huh u treat me like the hero from The MRtian film at the end. It’s an honour, Sir. You’ll go a long way saying that type of shit. Matter of fact kid, I need someone to…artefact it? Is artifice necessarily artificial? Fuckin krs I reside like artifacts . Type shit. Anyway kid, I need someone to type my shit up.
Hmmm but that’s long term
I need milk
I got what I need
But I don’t know what I need
All I can do is what makes me feel better
Cos I got nobody else todo that
What do I need
Well what do I need for what
What am I attempting to accomplish
Like my voices say?
I just published, the books out
Reminds me of someone I never met
But represents…I like pac too!
Fake? Whatever. If you want to bring it lyrical, well
For example, well you could look at the original Freestyle Champion
The 15 minuter the lyrics are in to blag avSafe forever
Whoever the fuck that is
I’m sure u got lyrics too
I’m sure this is like a breakthrough for you, too
Whoever that is I wish they were by big bro at school
Whatever, I’m proud of you too
As I…accelerate, purify, condense, enhance, a hundred bars is just an entrance, put you in a trance like you like mar mite well your ma might be a deuce, your ma might be yo fuckin momma well she might be mine dude I wish she was cos after she came out after the smoke was all sweet smells. Iridescence. Can someone help? Think a lost soul wants help, some mad sociologist. For real.
And I get help. Yes, I’m high, but it’s a maintainable high.while you write about….well whatever, son, what up? Nas like whatever, don’t go to Dublin or London ……whatever! Still like Nas though.as a person or lyricist? Like…as a spirit. Anyway, I’m writing about achievable heaven and you…you writing about a million dollars. What’s the difference? Hmmm
Maybe you become a millionaire, but I doubt it, in the short to medium term. Later it’s achievable 4 u, I think, if u care what I think. Why would you?
I’m busy showing people what I’m capable of. I’m not 20 any more. I am not obsessed with Canibus anymore. That was over twenty years ago. Why would I even mention it? Mention men? Remind me not to battle you, the way you get with the lyrical, also u not going to the dentist like jack not going to the barbers, I’ll warrant! Now we’re all up, no doubt Americans primed for Super Bowl, dunno, what late sat nite, what up ?
Here is a list of people I have thought of since 1st feb 2020. Should I do this? I’m ahead because it’s the assumption of guilt…you say it’s assumption of innocence? You would not list people in the same way. I’m not saying you’re guilty like the American court system do. Presumption of Guilt? No thanks, we don’t want that shit in England, keep it. Look what it does to the paupers. Oh we have a presumption of guilt? Do we? Why should we? A presumption of fairness ? Yes, can we have a presumption of a fair legal process please, or, actually, a fair legal system. No? Do I need a lawyer? Because I can’t afford one. I can sell some blood I guess.
Back to it. I guess slack is somewhere between hippy and tramp, caner, idealist, yeah aggressive perfectionist asa weakness. Grunge? Dunno. Is that what pearl jam do? Eddies cute but I wouldn’t fuck him. He’d enjoy it too much. He’s a sexual being, he reminds me of Dave Eggers in that respect, someone that…fuckin…reminds you, aggressively let’s you know that He Has Sex lol….lol used to mean lots of love bet u too Jung…young…
I said that to the automobile representative at the Peugeot garage after a test drive. I had prepared fully, I had purchased some driving gloves and had sneakily got high in my car, sneakily in a thoughtful mood. I must have given off the impression that I could afford a test drive because they offered one. Do they let tramps test drive? Well obviously, or not. Sometimes the richest look like the poorest, the vibe, like aids victims look the healthiest. Butch. In my dream last night a man kissed me, right on the lips, and it felt nice. I turned my head when he bent , offering the cheek but no! Butch. Lol. Bob, yeah lol cough cough. Ackleff?
Oh, btw my shit helps get people out of trances.