• I speak in the tongue ov the ancient ones
    Exhale from lungs blackened suns
    Whenever I walk I forget how to run
    So I devour the hours before they come undone.
    The world is a stage n’ I am in a venomous rage
    A tiger out ov his cage can’t even step to my face-
    It’ll dart away with its tail between its legs
    As I scream a thousand verbs n’ turn the hellvens a crimson red.
    I am the snake in Eden
    I am a goddamn heathen
    A lord of treason
    A scribe without reason.
    Poetry is dead
    It was murdered by the ghetto beat
    Thugs on the streets
    Wearing their damn pants down to their feet.
    I will win in a rap battle
    Sin as my tail rattles
    Kill a man before he tattles
    Spill the sand before the ground shatters.
    I am the beast ov the east
    The pest ov the west
    The horrifically unblessed
    The sadistic n’ psychotic mess.
    I must digress!
    Must confess!
    Speak about the weak
    That can’t reap what he sets-
    Upon notebook paper
    Between the lines
    My words are obscure
    My rhythm,
    Perfectly timed.


    K'rimsin Krowley scream