red-stylez
I’m the Inja starts with a double G.
First ones genius Blue,
next ones redness and
Green, too.
I don’t roll up in nothing
but my goddamn feet,
I walked here like Nietzsche
and Hardy before me,
See, spot, Run!
I set off topics like you pretend
to shoot guns, rapidly
and at my best lethal.
I count up my references
and citations
you balance & multiple accounts.
I worship no altar but truth,
you bounce around in a
souped up coup,
and
trucked -in jumpy castle
stadium’s for angry teens.
I disinfect the herd and
re-place with new spleen
every line gets a second and third screening,
every fourth has hidden meaning,
each pedestal is just a staple in a stack more
like the first,
a haystack of Forster
a forest of whores
a showdown?
Maybe with my Shadow-run
maybe with my shadow, and son,
maybe for a battle summons.
But never for mere money alone.
