Above Your Clouds: The A.B.M.Treaty has been Nullified

In judicious funeral parlors of justice 

You receive equal rites through amendments of death       

Stand and salute your president, peasants

Resident bonesmen of the synthetic

In self-evident cities of hell you dwell

With star-spangled hotties

With soft mangled bodies

I see cratered chests through Plexiglas breasts

Compressed in jest by killer clowns 

With Gatling gun cocks that pummel the flesh
Inhale my Green Garvey

As fresh as parsley

With fragrant rhymes that awaken the mind 

Like sunflower baskets brimming with thyme.

No time

I thrive outside of circles

Standing alone in my own zone
Father of Understanding in the center of the pentagram

Clenching microphone missile drones 

Spinning 

Blue beam war clones…

Hashtag dome hoes…

Meat cleavers

Phone receivers

E.T. has phoned home
I’m a Stellar Man with the munchies 

Feasting on light codes in star mode

Blasting through wormholes that burn slow

Withdrawing stardust from supernovas 

Splurged from Milkyway billfolds 

Cash cosmic

Can’t stop it

I blast rockets from Hamlett’s Mill!!!

Conducting distant melodies with pomp and reverie

I’ve slowed my flow down so you can savor
The Djedhi Knight with no light saber

Just life savers

With nice flavor

Toroidal verses

I don’t rehearse this

Finger popping portals that are worth a trill…ions are negative

Sometimes I’m repetitive

When broadcasting live from the stars of the Pleiades

Ejaculating constellations

From my Third Eye chakra

When I harness the stellar power of the seven luminous ladies
Yes girl, I’ll tumble for ya honey graham cracker Goya

But this ain’t Culture Club

Just an alphabet thug

Spitting vowel-tipped slugs

Raising continents with consonants

Blasting gingerbread bums to crumbs
Zesty Adobo flow!!!
Spice mics like rice with the passion of Christ
Crack open the bass like a safe
I think this rhyme is a heist
Or better yet it’s a tryst
I bone the beat, I go deep
These nuts are empty tonight
Behold my force, I come forth

Baboon Thoth with Ogun thoughts

I toppled Rome, through my dome, while adorned in Maroon cloth
A wroth underboss Cyclops
Who raised Lazarus from a pine box
Flooding the earth ’til it bursts with ink spills from gold quills
A Seshet cadet
I write for the chill of the thrill
Loose thoughts connect
My light burns from 93 mil
’Cause I’m endowed to move crowds with sounds that astound
Raising the stakes on flakes with new ideas that abound
The voice may be blurry, but the image is always loud
I'm a rising star above your clouds