a keystyle (it amuses me to write these)

(written to Alec Empire's "Riot Beats: Side A" )

i be callin down meteors with feats of metaphor
a better war beckoning the reckoning won't be ignored
keys to doors opening the so-called king's treasure store
kid roguelike rocks mics like set type inked with gore
it's the score: plunder wonders that these numbers can't approximate
i'm confronted with the real that these math models imitate
i jack in to infiltrate, the wrath will initiate
the pathfinders, craft rimers, after I innundate
I'm something old-school, like ... antediluvian
took omens and signs as designed to clue me in
dude we in the last age next stage is where I rule again
got the priest-warrior arts and I don't parse boolean
i'm a what if invasion, two forward one adjacent
blink steppin ... effin weaponized incantations
occult sun illumination, father-son-interpretation
you actin like you didn't know that the kid flies inFormation
goin ballistic with heuristics of mystical madness
statistical badness, i'm rollin loaded dice at this
casino slash prison where the mission is practice
for the collapse of the system cuz Im shiftin the axis
of this centrifuge isolating elements of enslavement
my faction scratchin off they serials in the basement
get rid of pyramids, enshrine divine flow as replacement
it's the magnetic anomaly callin all of we spacemen
i'm in a state of grace when I'm bobbin and weavin
these worlds with words, tapestries for the heathens
sucka M C's in season , like you needed a reason
for believin the acid kid did preach some treason
breezin thru the data, from the ripples grok the pebble
babel tower buildin, but they can't predict the rebel
i put in my silver washington, proud like the devil
playin on enemy of the president difficulty level