Breaking Point - I.K.P.

I guess you thought I was looking in your direction, right?

I guess you think he’s eternally damned because of who he decides to love,

right?

Or maybe you think people like us deserve to be scorned, spit on,

abused and maimed

Fuck it!

I hope your ready for my vengeance

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R U READY?

R U READY?

R U READY?

R U READY?

I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point

The edge of madness;

I’ma shake this joint

And be the nigga that you love to hate

My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates

You wanna play Russian Roulette wit me?

I put your groin

In the trajectory

Then I lick the blade

Of the bayonet rifle, as I question your reality

And it’s host;

mental atrophy

You wanna push me to walk the plank of blasphemy

With acrid assassins after me, huh

But, I got the power to put em in my rhapsody

Pushing them over the edge

My mastery drastically has to be

The factor suffocating you in eternal darkness

Because you harness the constant ignorance you taunt with

I bring promise in every sonnet I’m spawning

The tides — monstrous

Witness what I’m launching

I honestly see you succumbing to your conscience

Your evil is pawn to my strongest contender

When times get intensive remember —

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I’m taking the direct approach to give you an effective dose

You besta know I come off like gremlins with Tourette’s Syndrome

I stay abreast of oppressive foes

Such as lesser-known heterosexuals at pathetic lows

How do I address the droves?

I’ll force them to respect the flows

By having them sinking down into a genuflecting pose

Reciting eclectic oaths;

these blessed souls

Express progressive goals borne from my reflective prose

You don’t wanna test the strength of my testicles

My holier-than-thou attitude may upset some ghosts

Bringin on twelve of those extraterrestrials

That cause ya set to blow, turn ya men to sexless goats

For chauvinistic hedonism as the crescent rose

And unimpressive boasts

Perpetual disgrace brings hornets to ya neck and throat

Ha!

Better check ya pulse

Where could you expect to go?

Gotta let em know

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R U READY?

R U READY?

I’m like an anachronism to those that lack the wisdom

To separate fact and fiction under vapid visions

Don’t this mature shit make you wanna grow up

And seek my knowledge like ya trynna unfold my scroll up

I don’t like to deviate;

I rather just alleviate

The grief that seems to chase my feeble state to a weaker place

Slaughter the dangerous minds birthing heinous crimes

The game’s designed to slay my kind;

maintain us unsanctified

I’m over what you saw on Brokeback Mountain

You are clowning in your town if you keep denouncing

My announcements;

pound for pound I’m arousing the interest

Cuz I’m sick of sitting and lounging

All of us can’t be Miss J. Alexander

No disrespect;

No libel, no slander

Never been to jail and I was never molested

Best if you contest the issue with my message

Blame the one that raped you, not a whole group of people

Go read that motherfukker his rights if he sees you

If you thinking homosexuals are weak fools

Go tell her what you think —

Discover if she won’t treat you like an equal

Spitting in your face today

Finding her graces;

engulfing your place in flames

Taking it back to the days of Sodom and Gomorrah

To admonish the Biblical hexes you spew forward

I know what’s more horrid;

The stories of hate never reported that the media forfeits exploring

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