the rumination from ruminations by PREZ

(yeah)
head nod
sound waves demolish the grod
turning stone towers
into fine powder
that’s the word's power
woe betide any blasphemer
who howls laughter in the face of the
ghetto blaster pastor preaching
they just wish they were eking
a small fragment of the wisdom i’m speaking
the word wizard keeps the reservoir leaking
to foil its over-boiling
but maintain my aegis
i’m so taciturn
yet make tympanums burn
on triumphant return
with yet another toe tapper
ain’t a banger
it’s a snapper
red shell kneecapper
blowing out the patellas
of these wack trap rappers
they some one hit wonders
imma keep my druthers
drop stone cold stunners that’s smother these suckers
sounds brash but
i bring light to the dark
i don’t spit palatable trash
this is actual art
don’t make me start
how you come from despair
and glorify the same factors that keep you there
spray lead without a care
and wonder why your drinking water thinning out your hair
(yeah)
i spent time in the wilderness
just building this
ain’t know what my worth was
still don’t know my purpose
and what i got left
hidden under the surface

might be
could be
is it?
well

my heat tap feet from Northeast to Nice
might f*ck around
and have the album release in Greece
I mean greek
I can’t translate it
but the nerd got geeked
and his old foes faded
underrated til my bones cremated
my estate prorated
imma keep on baking
hanging from a chandelier
deadeyeing any mother f*cker that draws near
way i hold my tongue like a gun
yo, it cause fear
who knows where the pen might career
burning like Sherman in Atlanta
making my way to the seaside savanna
(yeah)
you gon hear my sh*t
bumping out the windows of a runaway whip
as it sideswipes sidewalks
and rips up bricks
the flame inside never dampens
might flicker
but it comes back
i ain’t changing up my angle of attack
what i got is ----

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• abstract hip-hop
• afrofuturism
• psych hop
• space rap
• Pennsylvania