The Acrobat
It’s topsy-turvy, loopy, droopy, kick back as I fast forward this movie.
Whoopsie - I found the code for inducing the lucid feelings from the lunar movements.
Truth has been sent, yet, we forget its presence again and again.
I’ve seen a butterfly pimped.
I’ve been in the 36 chambers.
I’ve witnessed Madvilliany.
A commonly asked question is what happened to H.E.R.
It’s a blur, a blah, an undelightful montage transformed into a wicked ménage à trois.
A glimpse of a mirage that had us sprawled on the floor, of course she went off to war.
H.E.R former self a bore, so she goes on tour to allure the capitalist in endeavors others missed.
Twisted, S.H.E now becomes, in the art to become the one.
What was once the sun has burned down to the ground, foundations now crumble.
S.H.E stumbles while bumbling bystanders take advantage of her new image.
Photo flash, bullets clash, blind sighted by cash.
Hip-hop in Essence Rebellious is now Satan’s Hip-Hop Essence.
What was once sweet and evanescent is now diluted and desperate.
A mourning departure from the authors of the culture that had motion to define the moment.
Has chosen to be broken for more lights, glamour, and decline to be open.
So yes I breathe fire, desire to burn the idol pyres that inspire the worldly hires.
I’m no hero, just a voice choosing not to be reduced to zero.
Feel the sting in the ting of the ring that I sing in between the ears of the forgotten dreams.
Here I can be the thing that uplifts and swings in the absence of the beats, truth flows through cosmic breath of air.
I’m not Hip-hop, I’m not Jazz, I’m not classical, I’m not a fad.
I’m just this one chosen to spazz on this pen and pad and release the pressure of the drag.
Tag me in if you know this is how art is supposed to spin, you picture a loss, I declare wins.
Bend rhyme and incline the head nod, call me Bob the way I'm building this groovement.
So, shoot me down clown and parade my body through town.
Drown in the sound that has me renown and proud to graduate with no cap or gown.
Around me your devilish ways have been bound, look at me now as you gasp on the ground.
Get down, sit down, break ground, stay bound, make rounds and fade out.
Imagine a middle finger -
Flip scripts in fractals, factual fictional rituals, rhythmic initials,
Spin visuals, syllables spiritual, miracles written in digital signals.
Metaphysical intervals, ink invisible, think pivotal,
Link cymbals, blink critical, sink cynical, drink lyrical.
Breath to beat, I meet infinity literal.
Acrobatics complete, I am the pinnacle
