Short Keystyle

On a bike stand in leather and strike hands together
Must thrust throttle forcibly and cruise with plans forever
Produce spark with loose art look my juice marked like
Milk with an expiration date in a complex nation of hate and hype
Ignite the mic by verbal friction on lyrical restriction tonight
For blowing up a dome with dynamite rhymes true and tight
Hell have to duck peers, bells struck my ears fuck now hear deer
Galloping in the jungle of my imagination there’s a bundle of clear
Fragmentation in mind, lot of the scum whack that I come in contact
With, dumb to act all smart should throw tall facts and dart at reality’s back

Wasnt Feelin It