ABSTRACT
Theopoetics is a dangerous task. It is the marked departure from the safety of what is known to that which is foreign and chaotic. This rhyme (which was released by UK label New Records on May 20, 2016 as a part of my all-vinyl album called Peaces of War) describes my descent into the abyss from safety. It’s an anachronism written from my perspective of a scholartist. I guess I just accidentally created a new word. That’s for Finnegan’s Wake.
An “x” marks the exit sign
So I play tic-tac-toe against death with the O
So far, two in a row
Hopefully I pull thru and clear the ogre guarding the door
Torn by war but still strong enough to throw me on the floor
Blood divine
I wash your halo with the same flow I drowned your angel
Keynote kicks ‘gainst the pricks of your label
I victory against the same tones like ohms
‘Til Saul Williams sports a crooked neck in the Lyricist Lounge
My grounds of removal of dross from gold emerges in tremors of earth
Mother Nature’s pussy bursts
In orgasmic exclamation
My education is decimation of every metal you’re praised in
The metal their caged in rearranged a brain glitch
I’d rather Feuerbach my hip-hop until deity becomes me
And Yahweh moonwalks in the sun and is scorched by tons of them
Ancestry connects me to Shaolin
Temples of crystals where kata is copper
Not to fight is diamonds
Translate my demons to fossils on the parchment
I spar with scarred windpipe
With the alchemist
A catalyst of damage
‘Til I burn his head and teach his metallurgy to the Gods
Cross seas with obeah and death becoming life when I ejaculate a corpse into your wife
Naughty nice
I sound like no one
Like even the absence of a whisper
Ghetto Gil 1
Wager …
