FLU VERSE

Wind your Casios, Count down that borrowed time.
What’s not to like? Light your Tally-Hos,
Think pieces disguise the battle prose,
You played yourself like a cameo
Survive the catacombs, nah you ain’t have the stones
What’s in your attic though Doomsdayer no antidote
Now cats are cautious an unplanned vax to go,
It’s backwards forwards a drunk-tank talent show
Billionaires plotting these modern day Alamo’s,
Dead stock anyone can get got ask Jackie O
Meds got folks in slow-mo hope parliament,
Realise this shit ain’t no joke like Arthur Fleck
The broke bow to architects, they stressed
Hearts with stents and the feds stay tapping phones
Blindsided to die a thousand deaths
They took their pound of flesh (and stay stacking doe)

CIECMATE VERSE

Your foresight it didn't see this coming
And hindsight isn't really revealing nothing
Don't ever try to make the shit what it wasn't (Don't do it)
Your numbers up, one digit extra from a quick dozen
Don't call me brother we ain't close or distant cousins
You ain't got my back it's odd that you're even fronting
We see you're fixing pipes but we know that you ain't plumbing (Pip head)
You're not the king of pop but gotta be starting something. (Hee Heee)
Put you to sleep no Propyfol or Divrivan
Your uber home could be an ambulance or divi van
You did your dance even though you didn't put in leg work
Keep doing damage from your armchair amateur expert
No energy exerted, shot's fired I'm like Boris the bullet dodger in snatch, crisis averted.
Beethoven, keep playing like you never heard it. The waits over, your wakes underway I'm at your service

DIALECTRIX VERSE

Angels and the Devil, man of many faces
Sitting through my punishment, standing for ovations
Walking through this runners race to front and face the music
In an age of information brining modern day confusion
Where they use your illusion here to raise bars and bench marks
Take charge and bend arms to break hearts or mend scars
I stray far to get past, the same paths I’ve embarked
While night skies will shine bright a grave yard of dead stars
Yeah, still there’s beauty in the darkness
Trials in the triumph, humour in my hardship
Time’s a flat circle, every minute that I breathe
Is on an infinite repeat, and the loop of it is karmic
Cuz my kids are just a younger me, I’ve turned into my Dad that’s gone
Crying coloured tears cuz his absence got me rapping songs
I carry on and battle what my expression feeds off
Life or death ride to the next step and then beyond