Lyedecker

Yo, I had a dream I was Ballbeam -
A rather blunt, less tactful -
Scare-O-Dactyl
Back when black babies was gator bait and
What hogs ate -
Chronic flatulence explained the stench
Of my fake funeral home burying corpses
In my backyard and a jar filled w/ hundreds
Of teeth w/ gold fillings of these
Max Schreck - biting no clue tracksuit
Nosferatu who -
Sold tickets to stimulate their taste receptors
On my testicles - as a prize offered in raffle -
A word weaver wizard w/ vitiligo -
A man w/a lion’s face
W/ ears and head of a watеr buffalo -
Then I woke up but it wasn’t
A dream -
Evеrything was as it seems -
I’m from that Luke and Laura era -
Angie and Jessie era -
Ted and Dixie -
Erica and Dimitri -
When love in the afternoon -
Becomes intolerable again by 6am -
Fried like the wrong end of a crack stem -
The thing I hated about taking the 1st early
Morning train to Poughkeepsie from Grand Central
Is sharing the public bathroom w/ the dead living -
The sight of watching the dead living -
Specters- w/ their tissues almost liquefied
And mummified skin and tendons
Making their way towards disintegrate -
Bones that will soon break -
As their soft collagen inside them
Begins to deteriorate -
Leaving nothing but the brittle mineral frame
The personification of the blight of MAN
And we’re comfortably callous to the
Casual indifference - we’ve
Developed a tolerance
The dead living -
Bathing themselves in the sink
Nauseating the scent of the
Unbathed ungodly becomes visceral -
As if the stench was an extended limb
Tapping you on the shoulder -
Demanding your undivided attention -
None left unscathed -
The fumes which emit from these
Ass wretches of hell demand that
You finish your business as hurriedly as humanly possible -
Just to evade contamination of their filth through proxy -
A stigma of illness -
BEANS is just that crazy uncle of Hip Hop -
Kept in the attic nobody talks about -
Outside -
It’s humid but his teeth are chattering -
He’s sitting in a chair teetering
And we were told not to tell -
Putting GOD on mute -
The uninitiated grew weary as he
Murmurs quietly in a corner
A mantra over and over to
Himself -
Skull sizzle -
It’s skull sizzle -
That skull sizzle -
So skull sizzle -
BEANS is a spider w/a scorpion’s tail previously
Encased in amber -
Assigned gender and race to GOD
So do you -
See the deity in you?
Roast an ox drink rum
Administered oath w/ drawn blood -
Mixed w/ gunpowder and grave dirt
Distribute the mixture to drink
W/ the promise of protection -
And capture a bullet w/ bare hands -
A venomous ulcer that threatens to disperse
Malignancy -
That’s what it means to me to MC -
Infectious and crafty insurgencies -
Share words in a collective dream like film -
Fluently musically a nightmare no leash
Agonizer insurrector no gas mask
You ain’t Garett Morgan you gassed -
Never ask permission to make change -
Ask for permission it won’t change -
Balance disrupt orator special overtone
To the ordinary through auditory -
Fertile territories vast to cultivate images
To connect one piece @ a time creating
A storyline -
Through a journey writing my way out -
Write - to shed light start a fire w/a lemon -
Took a nap in a morgue got cremated -
Molecules ripped apart at the subatomic level -
Air arranged in rotation -
Like a babysitter tying a toddler
Suspended to a ceiling fan centrifugal -
A fan enthusiastically devoted to
Persona -
OH, ye of big dreams and low result -
What a vast vault of insufficient funds
You are -
Bitch Macho y’all be rhyming like y’all gender swapped skin suits -
Beam voices in your skull w/a telepathic ray gun -
The voice tells you -
Weep now -
Your lord hates you -
Relax, and worship me -
This is disinformation -
Invisible radiation -
Malignant -
How you claim you rhyme you benign
You fake news tsunami -
I aspire - to be a bonfire -
A halo of barbed wire -
To fold you like clean clothes you -
You past due took aim but misfired
Ate MC’s like toenails -
Made enchiladas out they entrails -
Mr. host a bake sale to build a bomb -
Pyramid Scrawl
Flame out a scroll -
Impact of stepping on a Lego -
The point of contact painful -
No unicorns to jizz rainbows -
Frigid as if the anal probe was an icicle -
No wonder your attitudes be so off tempo -
So angelic -
Even my poop has halos -
A decorative garnish -
This is pink Himalayan salt
On fried fruit -
Wuhan bat soup -
Y’all sturdy like Trump’s border wall -
I’ll huff and I’ll puff then a gust
Of high winds blows down all a y’all -
Forward momentum of your trajectory in
Deficiency - lyrically estranged -
But my BLACK MAMBA ASTRA -
Is a non-conventional propulsion mass reduction device w/ vertical
Electrostatic lines charges in each corner to generate a force
Per volume combining lift and propulsion -
Comprised of an inner resonant cavity wall
An outer resonant cavity and microwave emitters
Electrically charged outer resonant cavity wall -
Microwave emitters create high frequency
Electromagnetic waves through the resonant cavity to vibrate in an
Accelerated mode repulsive gravity -
My BLACK MAMBA ASTRA -
Flown through a void
Air resistance reduced generating a vacuum -
Sails smoothly the void within vacuum -
In a triangular hull -
I traverse -
Flying around - making friends w/a cloud
In a wonderful view -
Hovering over you -
For simplicity -
My BLACK MAMBA ASTRA -
Is a black Dorito shaped flying saucer
W/a hole in the middle -
I’m James Banning moving @ speeds that exceed exceptional -
With all the excitement of blank paper
I’m Lyedecker - Jim Brown’s obsidian cowboy
In 100 rifles
Fucking Raquel Welch -
Fucking Raquel Welch -
In a frenzy, ecstatically, enthusiastically -
W/ all the savagery that he can muster -
A plague of locusts -
My pen no pleasantries -
The bulb @ the end of the tunnel extinguished
This is coronavirus w/a splash of lime and cauterize rappers rapping -
In a premenstrual fashion
Running your mouth ain’t an exercise
Another fill in the blank fuck rapper who never fails to fail
All blunder and all breadcrumbs to hell
Infertile w/ word spawn and the beats you on is stillborn - they don’t move me -
Unrealized - I am SARS West Nile
E. Coli Bird Fly Swine Flu Ebola
Zika - through your speakers -
Pandemic - I am fear -
That periodic epidemic that happens -
During an election year -
Wash my hands of your fate -
I’m Pontus Pilate -
My aura is violence -
The 2 plus 2 is 4 undisputed
Brute audio abnormality cool decimator
Rappers bought toilet paper in bulk
And got shitted on -
I’m a 365 days of the year bad mood -
To your parade of ineptitude -
Choked and manhandled -
Playing small is cancelled -
Social distancing myself from MC’s hurt by their own expectations -
Rappers grew arthritic -
Trying to hold onto hope -
Bleak - a hopeful idea that died in its sleep -
Your pain is my wine -
Let’s feast on your grief -
A worldwide recession -
A poor lack of immediate response of the imminent spread of a virus -
Brought on by a worldwide display of idiots -
Reinforced by the lack of visibly adequate leadership -
A global disaster Voltron -
I write this -
Quarantined in my house slippers
When holed up failed to hold up -
But this ain’t a party and if so -
Blow out the candles, where’s the cake? -
Unemployment
No income
Out of prayer is enough of a reason to celebrate -
Up the stairs -
On the door to the right -
In the bedroom -
His body hung by a noose made of his out of office neckties -
Looped over a crossbeam -
No broken fingernails -
No wavered decision -
No lacerations -
No hesitation -
On the floor -
In front of the bed was a kicked over chair -
Urine on the rug underneath the body -
As the smell of excrement wafted
In the air