I’m a fire breathing dragon that’s carrying a Targaryen Canary yellow eyes, a sword parrying My claws is a joke, i’ll reduce you to smoke Melt the Jon Snow with the Tron glow while i flame throw Spread my wings and i brings the pain flying by, spitting flames at your window pane stay in you lane that’s something that doesn’t effect me, check me you can try to throw me in the dungeons and suppress me but i long to feel the wind in my wings so i swing my talons at the chains and break myself free the dungeons dark, but my flames light the way i got to say it seems like a perfect day for me to say “Hey” so i knock on the door but it’s more like a massive boulder that’s dug deep into the floor I inhale and proceed to create an inferno from deep within my sternum to melt the rocks and eventually burn em And that’s how i broke free You could never keep me down, haven’t you heard my roar at the end of movies, and it precedes the score, or at the MGM coked up PSYCH Behind these tall walls i lead a dull life I’d like to lead a cull twice on these human parasites i was the king of the grasslands now i perform like i tap dance for these children and cat fans my mane was once a sign of strength a crown but now it’s just a dirty mop, muddy and matted down i heard a shrill sound, one of my cellmates must have snapped i act surprised, knowing that me and the lions had a pact they go for the zookeeper, and i climb the tree leap using my back legs, and then i’ll be free all the people are distracted, so i exit stage right i’ll find the perfect hiding spot until the fall of night once the sun has set i’m speeding out like Nascar Running for freedom like the movie Madagascar And that’s how i broke free see this heat is beat i need to flee away from fake rocks and away from fake trees i need the antarctic, north pole is my target i hate coca cola that’s a misconception and we didn’t start it easily the most ferocious land predator, 1,000 lbs plus running at you like the Tekken wrestler but i am no Panda why can’t a Polar bear run down the streets of Atlanta I’m looking for the snow between my toes i don’t need plants to grow, i’m waiting for a whale to blow and then i’m diving in for gold Whale Blubber, Danny Glover I’m too old for this shit, been living in the zoo complacent and i’m ready to quit i heard a story of a lion who was trying to conspire plotting with some tigers, jumped over the wall and hit the road hail to the sire but i’m kinda tired, my handler approached, slipped and broke his neck the door was wide open so guess what step comes next

One time for the flavor of the week, Jean Grey in the sheets, but Mystique in the sheets Such a freak, say sheek want her legs in the air tonight just like Beans She stays in my mind cuz the rent is cheap Orora with a storm brewing watch the tempest peak It’s tongue in cheek use my tongue to speak a speech the Cypher couldn’t read nor teach is it a reach, to say i’m mr fantastic had her seeing stars like we’re intergalactic Supergirl could knock my world off its axis with the way she threw it down on this mattress Tactis, that she learned on Krypton the description of her plan was what i tripped on Slipped on and fell into the bed and only time will tell like diana Prince, she entered the room Wearing nothing but the Lasso of Truth This ain’t an opportunity to be wasted, What about the Wonder Woman bracelet? I’ve been pursuing this mutant or metahuman so she can keep doing what she been doing but Dan said “quite the contrary man, the girl you’re looking for is a Thanagarian” god dammit How is Hawkgirl from another planet but as a Green Lantern, i understand it i just landed the welcome party arrived they look at me like “who invited the green guy?” her name was Sheira or Kara it was then I woke up i’ll dream about it tomorrow Jim Gordon recording a track for Barbara Down to just chill but we can even take it farther like diana Prince, she entered the room Wearing nothing but the Lasso of Truth This ain’t an opportunity to be wasted, What about the Wonder Woman bracelet?

i’m reminded of this chick i met At a Hall and Oates concert, she was smoking cigarettes She had menthol, and you know i had my white grape game so i hit mine, and asked her her name she said “it’s sara” as she smiled i kicked a freestyle as to holler at her for a little while she said she majored in adult education out of touch with giving fucks and a knack for hesitation you’re a rich girl, and you’ve gone too far but it doesn’t even matter anyway and your daddy said he wouldn’t pay, so now once every thirty days you pay your bill to sallie mae what felt like seconds, was hours of talking conversing, learning, while we’re round the venue walking we both hit the blunt, now we’re laughing and we’re coughing say it isn’t so, cuz this doesn’t happen often Not to take away from the show on the stage I was 27, she was less than my age which was strange you see the crowd was kinda old, this was a Hall and Oates show, you know Blue eyed soul which was fitting cuz her’s were blue too like a new view of a harbor in Oahu I got you a spot to take a load off oh you got some tattoos? why don’t you take your coat off I sang all the songs too, yeah you know i showed off she said “i got plans but those get blown off”
i said “yo, you’re the shit, and now your kiss is on my list of the things i need to experience before i hit age of ninety” she said “fine, so i got a lot of time” as she stared deeply into my private eyes when the show ends, shall we have a night cap she laughed and said well i can go for that M-E-T-H-O-D-O-F-L-O-V-E i rolled up some more weed and asked her all about she so i could try and learn it all like i was taking a quiz i asked her to wait for me so i could take a quick whiz we hit the car, then hit the bar, and we closed that down got home, got stoned, then threw her clothes back down now i checked it off my list and we are one on one she said “i got some ideas on what we could do for fun” fast forward to the sun creeping in, laying in bed and you know we’re sleeping in music playing softly, feeling awfully calm sing a wrong note, that’s a costly, off key bomb i realized she was up to something like joffrey’s mom cuz this was all a dream, i was happy falsely and she was gone i was an eager dreamer who wanted to meet a maneater but i can’t go for that, so i’m happy i was just a sleeper

Onto a space shuttle Russell ¿Que? scuttled ready for today’s struggle, to see the view from the Hubble telescope he still can’t tell if it’s dope because the force of take off had his stomach in his throat ready to vomit as they grazed the tail of a comet initial boosters fell off, and this worked to calm it grab the wheel, he said it worked like a car they saw some shooting stars spar, and debris fell to Mars Good thing that’s pretty far from where we are and i ain’t going there, that really shouldn’t be hard i heard there’s spiders there and i ain’t saying that the writer’s scared, but okay man, i guess i kinda cared what if they’re rhino sized with Albino eyes and a dino’s appetite that’s some shit to keep you up at night back to the flight of this bungalowlife and this point the third rock from the sun was outta sight

A wop bop a loo wop, this wop brought boom bap rap to tilt back your snap back cap so retract your dap, and put your hand in the sky, cuz you know just like the song, i need three high fives we’ll drink a little wine, and we’ll be feeling fine and when we’re done with that, we’ll twist up a little pine and i ain’t talking pine like an evergreen, i hit the game and feel hunger like i’m Katniss Everdeen you never seen an emcee of my pedigree strictly business bout my sermons like I’m PMD on E I remember when i had the curly hair like Eazy E vis a vis i can’t see defeat, from hitting these trees i got you babe, this pair of skis the rarest breed i scare emceees and i guarantee to carry these wary frees til they bury me deceased and i rest in peace but i’ll be the age of 23, until the day that i day cuz it equals number 5.

With great power comes great responsibility giving powers to a mortal’s a high liability many people would turn bad in a blink but i like to think that i’ll keep my head above water and never sink i wouldn’t have to worry, if i was Arthur Curry holler at a whale like “yo bro, we gotta hurry” hop onto his back and now we’re headed up to the surface so i guess i’m a good guy with a hidden purpose as a porpoise swims by and says “hey guys, i can’t believe i’m seeing Aquaman!” So i say “hi” and he understood my thoughts, see i can talk to fish and i was scared of the ocean, now i make it my bitch got great white sharks doing what i request so i low key think that his super power’s one of the best he has super strength and he’s invincible but Aquaman is considered so lame based on the principle that Superman rules the sky Batman rules the night and Aquaman’s out in the sea cuz he can’t do nothing right But i came to prove you wrong with this song, Me and La’gaan flipped on the last son of Krypton J’onn J’ones ain’t like my mindset when i vent with my trident brought my power to the watch tower saw that i was pissed and that shit got sour i let loose on Bruce like dude look at you you’re a psychopath in a mask and a cape too i hate you, and your sidekick, see my shit has the combined wit of Diana Prince and the CPU on Victory Stone now i need to be home got Captain Atom in the bomb that can destroy the globe, an evil superhero, there’s no greater paradox known so Barry Allen hasn’t even hit the road yet he needs to run back in time and hit the reset he saved his mom, now armageddon i’ve planned it so is one life worth the lives of everyone on the planet the wars begun now the whole league is frantic i’m hidden in a tidal wave with an army from Atlantis then there’s a flash it’s changed i’m back in the sea i wake up walk to the balcony to see the city a weird memory like deja vu but of something that i would never do

All in all, i gotta show gratitude to the musical group that gave me my attitude had a bad day, then sing a song plan a getaway if you can’t get along let’s groove tonight, in this boogie wonderland understand i’m the man with the plan bringing all the elements like the band during the last days and times, i would still be down to jam take a ride in the sky, on the ship fantasy it’ll be just you and i oh and this Verdine White guy who’s known to kick high like tai bo on hydroponic chronic it’s pleasing in the realm of sonics earth, the wind and the serpentine fire i’ll write you a song and tell you what transpired play the kalimba while i tell you a story an anecdotal allegory, normally bout me and Cory cuz that’s where my rap roots are, skid row to park, showing devotion to the art open our eyes, and maybe we can see after the love is gone, will we be free you’re a shining star shining bright to see and on saturday night, when it’s time to leave you can catch me outside i’ll be throwing up the peace sign and i would never decline any safety meeting, of any meaning as long as it’s teeming with friends, then i’m all about deceiving duck down behind the car, lets sit on the curb, if i’m gonna sing that high then i’ll need a little herb helps me get a handle of my nerves that’s the way that i incorporate the earth the wind comes from within my lungs and the fire’s harbored in every word that i flung you can’t hide love, and for that there’s many reasons i just learned that during a prewinter season i don’t remember the 21st of september but i’ll never get over the 22nd of october and i repeatedly told her, but i ain’t saving breath tonight, i got to get you into my life and i’m mighty mighty certain that would be so tight and the beat is now curtains, goodnight

What light through yonder window break i will not placate your misplace hate to save face and remain in the same safe place i feel like talking to you is a plain waste so i’m taking the high road like the one plane’s take 23,000 feet and ascending new chapter starts, then one must be ending no pretending this is coming straight from the heart i’ll let it out like how Preacher starts to use his ability, but the liability lies in his responsibility to save the souls of those lost in god’s senility if you were willing to be apologetic to me we coulda fixed it but that’s something that we never will see, one of the hardest conclusions there ever will be i don’t see your means justified by the ends when you lie to my friends time and time and again when i was willing to bend but i never broke i never spoke up now i get choked up when i show up in my comfort zone and it’s so fucked but you know what? it had to happen like this, so i’m in luck my days are numbered in this zone of comfort bubble’s been punctured now i’m feeling unencumbered to retreat back into slumber no more Boy Wonder now i’m Nightwing writing at the speed of lightning when the boom of thunder follows i know that it’s frightening but also enlightening and kinda brightening a temporary light on the path while searching for greener grass i found it in a future yard while you try to dig up my past so i laugh cuz you lack tact and the sad fact is if you reenact that you would see that you were never that Bat Bruce Wayne, Usain when i Bolt you’re just a hurdle and i’m ready to pole vault all your insults so if you have nothing nice to say then just close it asked for an apology but you’re hopeless i’m focused on moving forward and you’ve said all i can take, i don’t need more words

I feel the weight of my eye lids increase but before i go to sleep, i’ll put in some elbow grease to try and make a masterpiece bout a young Greek poet found a muse by an olive tree with a river below it she brought him out his shell, a previous loner now he’s writing bout his Odyssey you see his name was Homer a poem, of epic proportions full of simple distortion of the facts to make it mythological and of utmost importance so he wrote a series in blank verse some dank words designed a plot of a man who had to traverse across the land to return to his woman on a boat he made that was wooden and who knew it would make the perfect bookend the Muse helped him write it down, he sent her bits daily and she saved it in a note pad while she played the ukulele eventually the story was complete he kissed her on the cheek and proceeded to cheese cuz she was the muse that he needs I feel the weight of my eyelids increase but before i go to sleep I’ll put in some elbow grease and try to make you a masterpiece The Greeks had nine muses, so mine must be the tenth influence my music more than booze of any hemp her mind is most fluent, in tongues and dialects helps me to move through it, and abuse the alphabet no time for stress you see she makes it seem so easy “Write me lines everyday, Russell, don’t go an leave me lyric-less” When i fuck up she spells my name wrong so i write my words many times before i send the same song some times it only takes one word and I’m Bird Person Conversing in third person so basically i take a verse and rehearse until i make it work, and leave a beat in a hearse in forward motion or in reverse i’ll shift into first to get to the destination the space station orbiting planet earth i’m an eager beaver when it comes to five liters adjust your receivers and please turn up your speakers I feel the weight of my eyelids increase but before i go to sleep I’ll put in some elbow grease and try to make you a masterpiece

Walk in, remove my shoes now i’m standing in the prefrontal lobe of my muse what a wonderful place, how’d they fit a chandelier? there was a band playing over the drums i couldn’t hear my own thoughts, which is crazy to happen in a brain i see some boxed wine, and i’m level headed again you’re playing all the characters and such that I see the singer is my favorite cuz she keeps looking at me you behind the bar pass me the cup of wine you know the genie cup, it’s kinda small but it’s fine cuz i can get free refills, here i’m a regular in this brain bar the concept is so irregular but tvs play memories of why you’re you it’s my favorite spot i grab a seat with a perfect view i wanna learn it all in time sitting at a bar in your beautiful mind Sitting at the bar in your beautiful mind While i was sitting at the bar i was approached, by another you in a ball gown and a sapphire broach it matched her eyes, she said i’m happy that you safely arrived we turned the hypothalmus off, don’t worry bout time okay cool, what’s up with a tour? i know i went yesterday, but i could learn more like rewatching your favorite show to catch what you missed, that’s the way i replay every time that we kiss first room long term memory bank, she asked if i’d like to make a withdrawal, i said no thanks i’m here to make a deposit been making memories, i see the time when i had to vomit all the rhymes i wrote for you bout space travel and comets and the stuff i send you on daily topics I’ll never stop it, and i’ll be back just to let you know and later on we’ll take a stroll to the occipital lobe the occipital lobe, where we find the optic nerve it processes your sights and makes your mind concur so basically a movie theater showing what you see and today’s feature is me in IMAX 3D playing guitar in your bed while simultaneously watching from inside your head i asked “what you wanna hear?” cuz fiddling is getting old “you know what’s stuck in my head? Cupid’s chokehold” Well say no more cuz that’s a favorite of mine c minor is the key and i remember most of the lines during the song i lock eyes with you which is crazy cuz i’m in here with my eyes locked too the song ends and the credits play without a pause a room full of you stands up proceeds to applause they all left but i hang back and pretend that i’m not here, cuz movies these days have easter eggs at the end