Inside me heightening spirits

Bait when I’m on the take like I was a writhing can you bring to the lake

I’m reclined on laws beside no walking signs, writing pad out trying to break

Down words into killable syllables, nailing my deliverables

I minister to the miserable, Apostolic reverence for the reverted

I’m of moronic, apollonic stock, something inside me genie rub

Majnun, none can match me when the Djinn inhabit me

My habit giving them access to my random memory

They salvage like Jawa bandits what they find abandoned

My enemies banding together, always inside like Fatwa called

Secret society, we all told lies, impiety, what that were called

I can’t recall, remind me again what you’re here for? 

Kanye how I’m threatening to smash records

Causing panic in certain quarters

Manchurian Candidate refusing orders

I’m a certain kind, a sort, an author who doesn’t need to borrow

Save from the devil, I am not quite malevolent but what angels

Sent and said didn’t bring me to the next level, Ben Adhem obsessed

How to win my entry, be next to pen in the anpiel’s golden volume

Bound in leather, rose scent pleasant whenever they’re near

My barrel roll G’s make a fight pilot foul his breeches

Breach of contract if you reach out the media 

Broke a gag order I show up tyres scorching mind on torture

Black of night like a creature feature, open back door doesn’t deny

Eye on prize, eye on mine, slap a hand grasping for a piece of pie

Lost my mind but found a new hill to climb, higher than I tried

To be, smoking three before the sun splits the stones of the street

Roman how I make sure my priest cheeks the omens before going roving

Listening to the Gloaming in the motor, reminds me of the old world

Where I wish I was going, runes praising Wotan as king under the mountain

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