i’m a gold digger tired of the glitter go figure bigger flow spitter fire on the trigger (pen slicer) I’ll bet’a forty-second war epic that ya hit-writer couldn’t take a day In the ranks of this empire – props to the fangs of this steel trap chatter-box settled in this lemon jelly grey matter pushpop, I represent the head crammed underneath the kid’s van-slammed by the Dodge Ram down by the bustop, honey in ya crunch spot never felt better since you let me sip the elements hidden in ya cumquat another sleep-spell feet down beneath the sink/swell, a string ray’s tip dipped in ya body’s inkwell, a category 5 cipher live with a street smell – makin’ wigs flip to the spin of the pentip, fiddle with fire ‘til the rhythm expires and the instrument dies over ambulance tires, from the analog dawn ‘til the arms crash land I’ll bronze every palm to the very last fan, blaze up with the brain trust, opposite the grain’s cut try’n to pull the strings of a laced up paystub brain stem melon mush, lungs red chest black havin’ no rest ‘til a castanet cracks an’ the feral marionette with the painted black pants makes her way to Big Jac with a rabid lap dance no rest ‘til I innovate a blazing debate & bring it straight to the ring to incubate in your face, with a cynical sound and a syllable change I can bring the place down with minimal strain, I flash full frame no fame just straight-laced banged-out breaks from the brain bank’s think-tank, back in the basement the critters get anxious, thinkin’ it’s time to deliver this facelift, high-stakes same as a gang-plank laid straight, gold don’t float but the sharks say it tastes great, boy don’t spit just because you got two-cents, old wax with a new wick, same blue print, foot to the spade face to the blade diggin’ this grave for the newsprint killin’ this music, Cadillac galaxy, Pentium fantasies, ride to the strength of their cadmium batteries, blind to the fact there’s a once-upon-a-time when the Valentine girls weren’t Al-Anon wives, this Barbasol–flooded melonball lost cause when the claws of Alzheimers’ cut a couple crossed-wires ‘til the chrome had caught fire, higher lobe in dark fog prior cause of all the cogs the thoughts clog, I’m raw as fuck dog, got my wrapped-up hands in the smashed-up glass just waitin’ for the ten-knuckle scuffle - don’t trip, let your arteries pump on my Sauconys once and forever be stomped on the sole of my kicks, I break shit proper this solar eclipse in light of my poetry’s an opening skit, ... what

GoldDigger - My World Premier contest

I got a lotta melodics & sweeter piña coladas
 I pop a bottle of olives with collards greeNer than dollars  
Scientology Kabala yamakas & the products  get the bollocks 
I'd rather read a bible scribed in Ebonyx 
you wanna call it but comment behind my back & my wallet
you're all involved in a problem you aren't want in to start-in 
I wallop polyps & mollusks have women blushing in bonnets  
I've adopted & bottled hypnotic tonic to pawn it
anabolic, carotid cannot be chopped or C’lotted
how ya wannit I got it I grab ya neck & I knot it
 I’m just supplyin’ ya knowledge 'cause I’ll demolish a comet 
I’m volunteering all I’m hearing is a volumous sonnet 
I’m unsupported unrecorded once deported  - aborted
 it's the warden that ya thwarted waterboardin' ya morning 
-	Wally got em goin, shit - isn't ya knowin
turn a poem into potion leavin poetry moaning 
 proven to breakin' & flowin  movin' the weight of a Boein'
 I'm on the break of something beautiful consumin' a poem 
might fly to Bahamas I drop fries in Impalas
 mind altering commas try callin the lawyers  
I feed a ferret a marmot an armadillo apartment 
a couple parrots and varmints I'm always vacuuming carpet 
I make the green with a putter  I take the cake and the butter  
I cause a stutter and sputter ya mother's atrial flutter 
 I touch jungle & tundra rain buckets & thunder 
 text Twitter & Tumblr brain’s lumpy & dumber
in the cut like Harry Connick with a tonic & ottoman 
swallowing a rapper that a half ya are followin  
I model economy (with) lava highly my hobby  
to highly boggle psychology ya wanna frontal labotomy  
drop a wallop a dollop, a pile of modest melodics,
I got a lotta mnemonics to nominate me the hottest 
 demolish knowledge hypnotic  I walk in Modern orthotics 
feed a million hungry people with the money in pocket 
quick to rip ya definition of a rapper & knowledge  
I keep it rugged cause it's nothin but to make it be stylish

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