City Lawless

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My flow is flawless.
Do not be nervous to be exposed to my vicious verses.
Like an ancient Moses, I carry your crosses.
I relieve your pains and wash off bloody stains
From ripped clothes,
And subdue fires under sorceress.

My thought processes are miraculous.
Palms develop rough calluses
When I slap you tirelessly.
My bravado is comparable
Only to a Russian grizzly.

You cannot squeeze me for additional rhymes.
Just be polite.
Do not ask me twice.
Do it only once,
And I will spin you in a word dance.

My smooth moves and easy attitude
Will make you mute.
I will glue you to the screen.
Face me directly.
Restlessly test me.
You cannot impress me.

Your mind is mundane.
Mine is superior.
It fills your interior
Like hard liquor.
Swallow me fast.
No blinking and no hesitation.
Taste me with oxygen deprivation.
Gift me your admiration.

Your profuse perspiration is revolting.
Be tactful.
My artful ways please His grace,
While malice is still leaking
From your mouths.

So stop speaking.
Pull up your trousers.

And let me go on
With my first song.
Nothing now can go wrong.
I need to stay strong
Until the final sound
Of the stage gong.

City lawless.
Limitless.
Opportunities
For those who dare.

City lawless has many stories.
In its dark glory, we play many roles.
Masks on faces bought at Target and Macy’s.
Many places of domicile -
I change hastily.

I keep my garbage in check.
I leave carnage in the wake of my actions.
There are many questions left unanswered.
Many prizes left unclaimed.

I am still rising,
To your surprise,
To reach the top without disdain.

A parabola of reality
Projected by Colmes and Hannity.
How do I keep my sanity
In the midst of calamity?

There is no clarity on where to go next,
So I lay down my axe
For a session of paid sex.

All other women trigger the wrong switches.
They are like leeches,
Sucking out what should remain untouched.

Get ready.
I am fighting my first death match.

I have put everything on the table.
I have shown you my aces.
Sowing seeds like a farmer,
I arm you with pride.

When our worlds collide,
Russian-American or American-Russian,
It is all mixed up like snack bars -
Kashi.

Mushed and grounded.
Pushed and molded.
Like hot iron, soldered.

My soul is that of a soldier
Fighting in a desert.
My lips are cracked without moisture.
This is my true nature.

Give me your mind and I will stretch her.

And I will continue
With my first song.
Nothing now can go wrong.
I need to stay strong
Until the final sound
Of the stage gong.

City lawless.
Limitless.
Opportunities
For those who dare.

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City lawless leaves you clueless.
Served under many sauces.
Many layers.
Many flavors.

Maiden names lost in translation.
Let us begin the transition of power.

In this final hour,
I am mature and more clever.
I climb to the top of the ladder,
But not before I push down the lever
And flush you forever.

I fry your brains.
Have you not realized?
I break all stereotypes.
Generalizations do not apply.

You have no choice but to comply
With my demands.
Fill your hearts with meaning.
I welcome critics,
But do not be cynical.

Or I will go belligerent
And call you derivative
Of my retrospective.

I am your debt collector.
I show up on your doorstep.
Let me in and I will mentor you.
I will touch you with my scepter.

Accept the fact.
I will drive you from your den.
Plain and simple.

I mingle with gringos.
Uno. Dos. Tres.
Are you not impressed?

If you know less,
Read about me in the press.

My words bite like bullets.
I drive a Stang - Bullitt.
My Glock is cocked.
Do not screw it.

I want you to know
Your sister’s beauty is blooming.
Luminescent like an LED light bulb
When she twerks in a night club.

But stop.
Let me finish.

My first song.
Nothing can go wrong.
I need to stay strong
Until the final sound
Of the stage gong.

City lawless.
Limitless.
Opportunities
For those who dare.