whereuat? from Zen Sectors by Maverick Lawson

Took
A stop
By the green
Botica
Reading
Weird
Erotica
In the back
Of a paperbacks
Off ofsome
Wax
Motherfuckas
Try
To get on to
Ya
I never
Retract
The positive
Mantras
In my raps
Blissful
Sonder
Never
Conform
To the norm

I just transform
Polishin
Nails
Never
Gonna
Fail

In a realm
Past
Fallacy
Found
Myself
Enjoyin
Reality
Metric
Noise
A musical
Mentality
Visions
Voice
The
Youth
Of
Actuality
I am
My choice
Freedom
Is factuality…
(what the fuck, who cares?)
Iridescent
Eyeliner
Rolling
Tray
Made out
Shiners
No stressing
Break it down
Like it’s fine
China
smokin
Heavily
Spittin
Venom
Like a sidewinder
These snakes
Them fiends
Spending
Stay out
My circle
This divine
Files
Of an energy
Bending
purple
Royal
Kind
Child
Synergy
Sending
purpose
To
Collective
Style
Consciousness
Deserving
Of a therapeutic
Mile
Running
Thru the circus
Of the churches
Tryna
Purchase
My soul
And sanctity
Twisting and turning
They words
Of insanity
I hold my
Passion
Burning
Profanity
Like fuck
A reaction
I’m never fallin
To vanity
I’m right
On action
As
I’m solving
The plans
Of me
Like...
Self love
Be the first aid
Shits enough
I’m gettin paid
Everyday
Tell everyone
I’m on a
Chase
Spare change
At the bank
Tryna be
A coin star
Money ain’t
My thang
Though
up first
Like a point guard
Hit a
Free throw
Spark a joint
Pause
Then
We smoke
(Inhale/exhale)
Play
Hit rewind
On every
Release
one of a kind
With the fleet
we up
at rusty's
just shootin
pool
scratch me,
I just dont
give a fuck
im rapping
(whereuat?)
up in the garage,
spitting
a barrage
of beats like we
bringing attack
im just doing
this shit
art is war
like bluboy,
im looking
for noise
like a crew
toy
crouton
sittin at the
sonic
at the car
hoppin
on to new
mantras
of song...
yeah you
know..
I just keep
goin on and on

(In my mind)
(whereuat?)

• Hip Hop
• Jazz
• Jazz Fusion
• Jazz Soul
• ambient
• experimental
• Denton