Stonehenge from Booster Shots by Khemmeta

pass me a calendar, i’ll translate that to Stonehenge
scratch the days off on the wall you can’t keep time with grown men
my hourglass is every cloud with shadows floating
i’m counting down the minutes to the second when we gon win

a nanosecond from the instant when i go in
no protective armor just the visage of the war’s win
game face chiseled, i’m Achilles off the boat, pissed
Kahless swinging blades through the deities throats, it’s no big

deal with the real and never the real fictional
still resisting genocide overtones from eviction notes
still surviving Plymouth Rock villagers tryna douse our lives
making moves that humans can’t replicate right cuz we outside of

space and time, taking rhyme to the infinite
pass San Cha that Sosa Cream if that’s what’s on her Xmas list
meanwhile back inside the event horizon we militant
planning how to retake San Zuckerburg for the misfit cliques

my life insurance policy promises IT’s lifting bricks
working round the clock on the Anti-Imploder Pyramid
and i’ll collect my investment before i cease to live
and i’ll cheat death by proliferating this speech, ya dig?!


i got this!


hand me an abacus a duct tape, a match and some wire
with adequate pliers, 30 seconds, i’m apt to macguyver
a hadron collider to attatch to the rims on your tires
watch em spin until the black hole collapses your fire

you can’t see me, your vision is what a bat be on
only way you’ll catch me is if you can track the tachyons
defiant class warship with cloak and a flux capacitor
silenced sniper rifle’ll muzzle your wack ambassadors

no more mics, i quantum teleport this info
directly to your skull, infectious triggering your lymph nodes
euthanize the leukocytes, of any crew that choose to fight
viral insurrectionist, take fascists to they true demise

lock and load, stop and go, there’s a lot to know
but not a lot to slow my impossible plot to stop the globe
with Operation Drop and Roll, extinguishing the flock of trolls
tryna plunder all the crops and torch what they not control

as for the rapture, i’ll catalyze Boehner’s citric tears
sculpt a Christ statue for every dollar they print this year
then have em march on the factories that distribute fear
and flatten the dementors distributing ignorance in here

i got this!

metamari damacy, ain’t nobody can stop the flames
i’m way beyond a prophet i’m gospel incarnate, boss of fate

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