Metallik Crow
Yugen Blakrok / Jak Tripper
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Drawing bloody ink from the jugular โ take calligraphic action
Higher magick, dream journalist, the writing's automatic
Hidden mechanics
Greet metallic smiles with nerves of iron,
I stay wired โ broad speaks, spits static
The Black Widow sleeps โ sharp knives under the pillow
When the wind blows, leaves mourn songs on weeping willows
Inaudible noise frequencies concealed in the joints
Travel needle-thin and acupuncture pressure points
I'm all grunge tapes, moody blues and gloomy Sundays
Bullet flows on verbal gunplay, word to my pun phase
Thoughts sit heavy โ lyrically show you what a ton weighs
Purple circular spots behind my eyes like I sun-gazed
Attached to mother-ship like Norman Bates
Twisted necks like circus tricks for you but the victims never wake
Common daily routines like a collective retracing of steps
Mentally dead, spiritually trying to connect
In musical notes hide the most cryptic of codes
Truth is a bitter pill and I medicate in generous doses
Negotiating with the appetite
The human herd bustle over turnstiles,
Concrete jungle hustle hostile
But there's nothing out here, dank alleys and beer
Heads are vacuum-sealed in trap cages, suspended in fear
I'm anti mind-control and chemical warfare
You devils can't touch; I'm like a djin-repelling salt sphere
Whose words multiply like microbes underneath the skin
Prone to capture gamma rays, gather energy and kill
On a whim, expanding like the universe, I'm Artemis
Begetting self in thought without an opposite, the irony
Is obvious but a broader definition's still to be found
Bias taints perceptions like a shroud of clouds
Step into my circus, I transform without a sound
Silhouette against the sun and make a crowd of frowning clowns
The kid's wild, rhyme style definitive, belligerent, militant
Known as hot-headed and the urge never diminishes
Recite the last script from a chest chamber, gaseous
When I blast it, packs the power of a black fist
Far from pacifist, imbalanced when I flex the wrist
Paper-bound like blood to ground how the page absorbs the ink
Leaving footprints on mindscapes that incubate my imprint
Every chosen path is mapped out different