In the holodeck

Christened and baptized, purely canonical flow
With a swap meet where the swami go
In pajama clothes
It's that negro Bartholomew in the holodeck
With a kaleidoscopic view of the future tense
Pitch a fuchsia tent
Wave the banner of the dunce cap
Preach a sermon once the blunt's passed
I done that and I did it
I done that and I did it
Spit the ill flow and he's so quick, quick witted
With the misgivings for the misguided young pupil of the disenfranchised nothingness
Bluffing with my other fist
Bluffing with my other fist
Bite back like Marv Albert
The lightsaber carve a mark in the coward from a place where they still scream black power
Y'all try to barter with captors
My Cleopatra verse the starting five of the Raptors
Catch my eye, how it shine in the rafter
Postpartum pardon boy ugly-beautiful like Javier Bardem
"No Country for Old Heads"
I smoke line, twist dreads
Half your Soundcloud plays is feds you fucking pin

The tungsten turbine turns slow
My wife look like Ororo Munroe yelling five-fifths from the balcony
Falcon sword alchemy to protect a couple Scorpios that's bound to me

Hey
Simple machine designed for two tasks: convert and translate
I divert the grandstanding fakes who seem to only ever mirror my lower self
Hoist your hell like a personal banner
Thirst spread like a murderous cancer but the view from my speedboat
But the view from my speedboat
But the view from my speedboat is wonderful dawg