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Defying physics in lyrics
Acrobatic olympics
My semantics are gifted
With my mad hatter linguistics
Potent words spoken prolific
Escaping the mental prison
Through monolithic hieroglyphic lyrics
My spirit has risen
In the midst among the cynics & critics
Now all I hear is silence with crickets
Because my flaw, is that I don’t speak any gimmick
Plus all my alien visits, my thoughts are acrylic
I spit more that statistics or ballistics
But I get pedantically specific
My brain waves disdain ways of the slaves
So as an analytic metaphysicists
I analyze the specifics
And as prophecies
Many prophets died
When they prognosticated my future visit
Causing the last days cataclysmic
Beyond any ignoble global business of gimmicks

You wonder why you enjoy these lyrics
Probably, because this obvious oddity on an odyssey
Is dropping prose and homilies mixed with the cosmic scientific
And as I hover over the planets geography
Analyzing humanties psychology
Its probably, part of the lack of conscience see
I see movement, even in inconstant seas
No camaraderie but constancy of hypocrisy

Engineering the mechanics
Of gnostic grammatics
Overly pedantic in my tactics
For 31yrs Ive practiced
To prey on the mantis
A lyrical mystical maverick
Never been average
Sought to be disadvantaged
Because what I do appears to my peers, to be magic antics
But Im a manic captain
That preserves the nerve to take chances
Global vocal Atlas
Born as an earthling
When my mothership birthed me
On the part of the map
Near the edge of the Atlantic
Fist is granite, now grant it
I’ve been taken advantage and taken for granted
Because my laws and intended pause
is to be more than scholastic
Which causes mass panic on the planet
Because of what Ive practiced
When from studying all
Now its put into application…call it praxis
Causing fools to speak, act  and react frantic
And as Im HIP HOPPING planets
Molding cold souls like ceramic
Using the geoplanetary language of mathematics
Some call it satanic

But I'm a symbiotic sadist
That finds language to be sacred
Yet others are covered in hatred
Blanketed, by banquets of internal anguish
Thus my lavish etiquette
Is eloquently expressing me
Yet people keep detesting me
Simply for expressing the best of me eloquently
But ah well
Im not willing to sell
My soul is no longer cold
Serpent tail has uncoiled
No more temper to boil
Went from a grammatical lobotomist
From the pit that's bottomless
And became a gnostic botanist
Planting seeds into the my cognitive soil
And that's why I end a message with words that I bend
And continue to tussle, hustle & toil