Shine or grill them focus
The Moon fixed on crescents
Ummah on the night of their visions
Vanilla primitive
A Viking striped bare pon his invasion
I crush you to completion
I’ll scratch your back with the Nextmen
Loco in my ese
Mi vato calo
Holla
Simone!!!
Snuggle your pleasure under blankets
Fact to face um
Mano y mano
Cara ya cora
Yo dude! I’m on it
No intimidation in what you feelin
Wrapped in garments
Dangle from coat hangers
Disembodied
Limbs
Hallucinations
Crawling
Rapping silks of you package
For a requiem
Last exits for lyrics
Blowin bullets
Run a finger along your 5th column
Spankin bad poets
Making bards hard
Cocktails and harpers
Hanif and prophets
Vessels held in recordable cylinder
Loudspeakers for transmuting
All of His message
Come fuse it
Boom
We are two spirits
Zom dom boom
Come pound it to a single
Dom boom zig/zig
4 to 5 degrees
zooom bop dom
Per minute
Aaaaaaaah tchooc click, dom
My Injinn races


2003 Lawrence Ytzhak Braithwaite (Lord Patch)