Free-Writing Exercise - Open Mike Eagle, Nocando

They wrote us a plan

They dotted the I’s

They wrote on our hands that this is not a surprise

Every line is a lie

Except that one above

Keep an eye on the sky through to the back of the sun

An immaculate pun

Or immutable truth

Don’t believe in the game

If you can see it’s the same

We don’t need us a plane

Pretty wings or a saucer

All the early adopters

On my whirly-a-copter

Rockin' dirty gollashes

Torn hospital gowns

Them locking us down is mission impossible now

There’s too many to count

And in any amount

They’d rather be dead than trapped in a pattern again

Burnt to the surface like ashes scattered in winds

Return to the earth as matter and mass

We shattered the glass

With this animal jazz

Then we jimmy’d the lock off of the idiot box

Rappers will die of natural causes

Some will be born with cerebral palsy

They better be really clever and ballsy

Goals better be lofty

If not I’m terribly sorry

Thought I’d ride in a fast car ferrari

With TV screens playing jaguar atari

Dreads in my head that’s sans rastafari

I’ll pretend to smile cause I can’t stop the party

I think the lithium caused that lethargy

All that lethargy can’t be a part of me

We used to get it in like a hypodermic needle and syringe

Now we’re just sitting on the skin

Pissing in the wind

With shit eating grins

Sipping gin and juice but who the fuck likes gin

Wild as an East Oakland side show

Now we never let that side show

Unplug it shut it down cut the power cord

Push all the buttons and break all the levers off

Unplug it shut it down cut the power cord

Push all the buttons and break all the levers off

And if the sky falls go on ahead let it fall

Cause everything we could lose don’t belong to us

We just holding it up

Going through the same motions, doing a dance

I’m here to ruin your plans

I had a dream when the night ended

Drake and Com was battling for who was the most light skinded

When I was young I had a pair of white denim

Jeans I rocked with a holy girbaud shirt

I should get a degree in biology

So I can name a flu the Mongolian Throat Hurt

Don’t date on the scene

Cause some of the young groupie girls ate blowedian yogurt

If you know what I mean

The crew is respected and held high in local esteem

Technical like Francis Ford Coppola scenes

A bad analogy cause I really don’t know what it means

I rap good, cover my face with a black hood

Cause guns couldn’t fuck me up like hair from a cat could

Allergic

Like when you gotta use lambskin condoms

Cause a girl’s got a sensitive surface

Open up the cabinets

There’s canned food in the panview

There’s creamed corn, there’s sardines, there’s corn beef and spam too

I’ve been all around the world, now everything is feeling closer

See my neighbors live in safe gated villas on my shoulders

I double lock the deadbolts, nobody’s coming over

Like that bad bitch who breathes easy when I choke her

Let’s freefall

You know I second guess a free lunch

I fill my quota with a freestyle

So now I don’t give a free fuck

You want something from me for free?

Nowadays I freeze up

All you get’s a free bag of freeze dried these nuts

Yeah, this little trip to the vet was fun

But fuck this shit, nigga, I’m done

Hellfyre

Unplug it shut it down cut the power cord

Push all the buttons and break all the levers off

Unplug it shut it down cut the power cord

Push all the buttons and break all the levers off

Eh, you know what fuck putting a chorus there

I’m half chicken and half brontosaurus bear

I know the portions there could use tweaking

If I was Johnny Gill, I’d be mad at The Weeknd

I guess shit’s different when you market it to white folks

I had a hold on my hate for the R&B

But god damn it the string to my kite broke

Eh shit, I guess I fucked off my Drake collab

I’ll just take a bath a watch some more Breaking Bad

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