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