Chelovek Shedevr

Red lights, end of a long flight

I wanna float like this all night

the city black and bright

people look

so much better from the skies

glass walls

my eyes re-size

as the plane falls

elementary particles

filament and party girls

neon worlds

sounds swirl

and drown everything

everything is a reflection

the ground is an exception

a lonely colossus

     sulks lonely -ly past

no place for him but years

     past gears change and ears pass

and lastly before he turns in

yet again

   he asks with a grin

if the kids heard a him.

no socks, stick forts and pine needles

I roam, without payin for it

a sagitarian

in your home

forest creatures, aware of this new beast

gossipin

while i’m blossomin like Maurice Sendak over beats

occasional tweets

of blue birds on my shoulder

the birds are real in this cartoon though

and I done climbed a lot of trees to get here

sounds and colors so clear

the waterfront dive, a tear

nickel highs and skies of blue

Frazier and Disney, I can waltz to this tune

black jokes and green fumes

red dirt and red man tombs, extermination

grows dark yellow in the afternoon

blood hungry birds ate my crumbs

no way back to where I came from

so happy here I can hear the drums

short shrift, fo fum

get this sick moskvich a thermometer

your sapogi best not step to me

unless you get a pedometer

hope vladimir brought his shagomer

cause i’m an ice cold cubo futurist hit man

and my ice pick stick from kazan to here

fuck the atmosphere

lets blast this tajik weed like baikonomyr

hangin way up now in the corner, iconic

ironically they said im unorthodox

they aint feelin me cause I refuse to wear socks with birkenstocks

I eat my bloody buckwheat in reeboks

my muddy feet still kick like a beat box

knees lock as I step back for a clear shot,

like the fugees in vladivostok

rhymes hit you out of earshot

So many hollywood mcs

from welton academies, getting buried

like a dead poet cemetary

I slam boots, party secretaries

20,000 entirely different leagues, you underwater

fuck your alma mater, I’m walkin on the moon like Gordon Sumner

Knock boots, kutsu, cahoots

this shit ain’t for googles and loot

it’s for giggles and poots

Jones got me on the edge but that boat propeller don’t bother me

My soul is prepared, clique tight like the priory

i’m joint chiefin and stayin quiet

like peter pace

my competition is ephemeral I don’t lose face

my trailer parked ozark

I will always have a base

don’t do it for the grammar

i just do it for my mammaw

to stay out the slamma

eat chow chow with my ham and find a bad mamma jam

and…. i’m…….

They got a great wall all we got is wall street

a billion hungry bellies and they all wanna eat

black president but he still aint free

from Black Rock to Gold Man they still elite

So it’s time to do the math like Rakim and B

Robbed us of the vote now all we got is a tweet

so take the streets back ya’ll vote with ya feet

straw in a needle stack

needle broke the camel’s back

we like a bad omen

for fat cats and white old men

99 and one

ask ya dead masta where the strength come from

so experienced and so damn young

the math ya’ll

yo I aint the first to deliver the message

Grandmaster Erik B and Jeru wrote the preface

It goes back to the days of the fall of Rome

You wanna conquer the world

but you broke ya own home

Fuck man, everywhere I look

it’s Brutus and Judas and Captain Hook

Killin kids’ dreams faster than a crack fiend

is no sleep better than that dream?

Wake up America, recognize the time,

History don’t repeat itself, it rhymes

I got rhymes like dimes and nickels you rap like tommy pickles

met a girl outside penn station said can I borrow five dollars so I can call my kids?

I said i’ll give you ten if you can prove that they exist she said who that is

so I gave it to her with southern diction

i’m half of jules and vin from pulp fiction

i’m jules and jim from a classic french film

used to be juice and gin but now i’m juelz and jim

from fred doug to doug fresh to sugar hill i spit poems

like a white lil kim but not fem

enine, like a black eminem without valium

now she know the ozark valley i’m in

and you know how the rest played

like madison square i’m lookin over there

wishin she was out my hair and she had welfare

but she spent it elsewhere

save the fuckin story i’m the fuck up outta here