Two verse version of an earlier pella…

Oh yeah
you better run
cuz I
am coruscate

I breath smoke now it’s time to spitfire
take this toke and light up like high wires
I’ve got a cast iron lung to empower my tongue
while you’re as done as bad puns in reruns

as I huff and puff and prepare to explode
You point the gun to the side reload reload
I got more credit than a pocket full of quarters
I’m over the top like acts from Blackwater

Earthly gyration California earthquake
Got you hooked like girls on choco cheesecake
this good vibration doesn’t need batteries
It’s sweet and sour just like strawberries

my birth sign is ths fifth in line
burn enough power to refine what is mine
so don’t doubt my control of the ether
You’ll get blown off like smoke from a cheap reefer

—— It’s time to spitfire I got the gasloine
—— Let’s turn up the mic wire in this canteen
—— Bring up the heat up set off life alarms
—— As I open my mouth and spit fire bombs

Got you subdued with subliminal effects
like cartoon characters during breakfast
elemination rounds with these def sounds
like musical chairs except you get down

on the loose like corporate fugitives
but in the booth givin all I got to give
stretch my voice to reach a new plateau
there’s no choice if I want to flow

I study disco, punk, rock and roll
To blow open like cans of hot petrol
Yearned for the fire through the teenage eyars
burned my desire through pain and tears

A self taught protest lyricist with
Super hot limericks from the west
the best of the best cannot be bested
never ever stop because I’m not restive

Coruscate of The Incomplete Orchestra
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