3 Pages / 6 Sides (Words My Brain Provides)

I write whatever words my brain provides
Let's see if I can do a piece
Consisting of tight rhymes while listening to beats
The fear is being pumped out again
Some in the air masked up to their eyes
Will the world come to a swift end?
Or is it Tomorrow Never Dies?
I've already wrote about death pies
Know where my loyalty lies
Always some sort of scandal
Forever motherfuckers flying off the handle
Try to keep burning bright like my tattooed candle
Scope sees too many savages like Vandal
Dislike wearing any type of sandal
Is this reality really tangible?
I'm staying without hair like Kurt Angle
Daft Punk really re-released their last album
Without any drums?
Think I only listened to that original LP once
Every new rapper out is a pink pants wearing ponce
Pretty sure the Royal Family harbouring more than one nonce
Some of these creatures need a seance

Things are towering but I'm not from France
This life is some sort of spiritual dance
It pays to have this type of awareness
Stay away from the happiness disturbers
I feel for those who feel nervous
The truth is this planet is a huge mess
Sodomites too quick to undress
Even in the days of Wyclef and Hugh Hef
Weird things were going on in stealth
I'm still leaving the negatively on the shelf
Just the best thing I can do for myself
However not oblivious to what is going on
Left this world for another like Tron
Don't be forever guessing where I've gone
Ready for the journey to the great beyond
Each human body is trapped like a fish in a pond
Evil cannot escape and abscond
Maybe we'll see Nolan make a Bond
Resurrect all of your intellect
TikTok streams leaving that brain horrendously dead
Too late to change clothes as there's no launderette
What will come like a thief in the night?
Tip toeing to see it with my short height
Batman Begins my favourite and not The Dark Knight

4 sides left but I'm doing alright
Dumbing down the kids?
You'll pay for all of that shite
I'll laugh and float as high as a kite
Overseer - Slayed
Plays on my mobile phone display
Losing worldly possessions will leave you dismayed
Sacred souls will be paid
None of us choose to be a debt slave
If you ask me the elites are not brave
Fucking cowards want us to behave
Just wait until the final stage
Won't be turning of another page
A whole new book
Completely different outlook
Like Mobb Deep billions will be shook
Corruption finally fall on a meat hook
Tyrants becoming unstuck
The Beatles sung all you need is love
But put Aleister Crowley on the cover looking at us
How many hands are covered in blood?
I'm tactical but also ballistic like a Scud

On the second to last page turn
Brain is on fire but I hope to never burn
Don't even bother putting me in an urn
Or be throwing me over a ship stern
Want to cut down on meat
Doubt I'll ever quit chicken
Trying to be good can be an impossible mission
But as DMX said live and learn
If I really have to come back here and return
Never want to be another sperm
Reincarnate me as a tree fern
In nature I would rather stand
Guess I'll await whatever command
Society slowly becoming Sin City
Nothing is all it's cracked up to be
False idol worship is such a pity
They get paid big bucks
Not paying attention to their stuff
Soon to be going down the drain like suds
Fee-fi-fo-fum the Nephilim thuds
Dinosaurs on display but giant humanoid skulls hidden from us
Fallen angels and dark sages
As we just chase clothing labels
The past is written as fables

2 sides left
Not sure if this is one of my best
At least uncertainty I can confess
Still I feel blessed
Now to talk about being tested
I feel hesitant
Not what everyone will accept or want
To hurt the righteous I just can't
Peaceful as ever but don't start
A man can stand on a bridge
Contemplating to jump the final inch
Passers by film the situation and don't flinch
Out to cause some literal damage
With my letters and not hammers
Bullock's and Stallion's
Megan's and Sandra's
Some so called females look like men to us
The spotlights are like blinders
80s had Ultimate Warrior's and Sgt Slaughter's
What really happened to the family of Chris Benoit's?

R.I.P. to all the fallen stars
I don't just mean celebrities
Bright lights dulled in small towns and large cities
So many need to heal
Losing a loved one will never be the same
JLo calls herself real
Seems as fake as Lil' Kim's face
Look at the reactions Ben Affleck makes
What's with these arranged marriages?
How can radioplay tell me what real talent is?
Especially when the artist getting pushed is bullshit
Recollect Mortal Kombat as their tracks belong in the pit
A Swift uppercut to the Taylor slut
I mean figuratively as her music sucks
The brightest are sitting ducks
Pass me the lighter as it all should ignite
Can't stand Travis Scott alright
No interest if a Jenner becomes his wife
How do these record execs sleep at night?
Waves always come our way
Who ends up turning the tide?
Thank God that I never died
This has been 3 pages and 6 sides