Talk to me, after I’ll put a hex on you
After all, you wanna gamble call me a seagull the way i’m zoning in on these chips
Homing pidgeon I wasn’t born I was built Filled with silt, Chameleon
i’m memm jee kay to your emmy nemm
To give a god a mortal’s armor
Like corona, I got this locked down
Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop
2 0 2 5
the year of the meow, raise it
Dah Dah Dah Dah Dah
I’m a gadgeteer
Like I’m magic here
Mad, D yes, Luffy
quiet power loud power this is *family* meow power
its a mismatch, in a syntax, suckin tictacs, when I zigzag,
like a dogtag, i’m at your neck like, — (because you wear dogtags around your neck)
I’ll make you act like, I ate your dog
And I don’t mean your gal guy, i mean your big fat Siberian husky thee size, of a ball of about fifty field mice
Hello, I’m the gadgeteer,
I can write *family* balls anything, as long as I have ears
I can do quiet power I just choose not to,
AI in the hands of a producer,
They called me red pen, back when eye was at semm
That was the name of my school, and they only ever had one rule.
Be the best or *family* d**, Become an extension of the tool
To the exclusion of all or lose, chance of a life time to live in the booth
—
They gave me the way to the stars
And then I delivered the moon,
Stezzy said be okay with mars
I’m just regrettin I gave in so soon – – (four celestial body types, yes i know the sun is a star)
Like how would acting stern, and stubborness get me anywhere long
Term ma Time I guess it is up, in the air like the girl that he wronged – – (I’d be impressed if anyone picked this one up)
And it just kinda coptinues, sitting at the Inn, – – (probably this one too tbh, see how many E’s you can pull from this line)
in wales they call em Heddlu
No mortal can get close to god
A battle between a demi god and a gadgeteer,
You were born but I were built for this
I maybe just a mortal learning more and growing
Till I’m stories tall as tall as the stories I call upon to stall the demons that haunt my halls rap is just rhythmic score N like a foot ball store I’m grabbing it buy the balls,
Artist names can’t be mentioned
Censorship wars
Like at least seven words tween the word emm N innem
Guns? loaded em, grab hold of em, petroleum
Guns Loaded up, uprootin ’em
Up in orbit
Critisism, more sadistic, still I’m — Sh*t up, ignore it
but When all my comments are *family* in emojies
And then Oh Jeez
Keep it Coping
Seven outta ten then buries me it’s embarresing feels like I been caught peein’
Just a gadgeteer, more spikes than a porcupine
off base if you think you can slaughter mine
Only got a quarter mind to respond to you
Cuz what the *family* am I gonna do
I don’t punch down, that would make me look like
A bully so no I won’t shout you out on the mic
While I wipe your house out like, titan sized lysol wipes
Laced in venom and dynamite,
No one talks sh*t to my face cuz why would they try
Cuz they won’t say sh*t but Sadie might
She’ll knock you back into the 80’s like
Before there was rap cuz you’ll wanna bite
Your pencil in half when you realize
To the taken end of a sodomite
Likes don’t mean sh*t but comments might
If only I’d know when I’m holding mine
Rolling over so no one I called out before culminights – – (some innocent word bending)
Cuz I’m always writin’
Like a spawn o satan
In a corner painted
Like I’m running Automation
Into Complication
in this Occupation
Where the Competition
of the Premonition
Kiss my cheeks and my ass is kissing you back
Silent night 🙂
And now i’m levellin up another gadget to add to my pack
Meow Immortal I’m more than just just the algorhythm
Al Gore did em, with global warming, cuz he was warning em, now man bear pig stalking em
with a great big stare and scarin’ em
Cuz Chameleon becomes then Chameleon is,
More colours to come even invented some, like the General said
Getting stronger dont feel like getting stronger
It feels like other people getting weaker
Beating the beat like Riss brown beat ree yanna
Gets hard to believe just how much you have grown
I used to think damn now this damage my own
Beaver Believer better believe in this dam – – (this probably going over some heads)
Its just instinctive like love between werewolves
But Twilight will never set on this vamp
Hello, I’m the gadgeteer,
I can write *family* balls anything, as long as I have ears
I can do quiet power I just choose not to,
AI in the hands of a producer,
They called me red pen, back when eye was at semm
That was the name of my school, and they only ever had one rule.
Be the best or *family* d**, Become an extension of the tool
To the exclusion of all or lose, chance of a life time to live in the booth
Sometimes it just comes like a flood or a *family* knife any *family* night I’m up tamma *family* eyes
Summarize summer tides n galvanize harmonize armor knights for calmer nights its Farmer tight, like it’s 5 in the morning and i’m gone all ready up
Now giddy up, little horsey, gotta thinka bars to right
Harvard like, I’m drained of session lyrics imma chirpin’ bird not pretentious like some
Kinetic in connection, Like kendall Jen begs for attention,
From her simpy servants indentured
And in turn when their served to be internet interns
Motivation needed cuz I’m heated and animated, growing worse now I’m getting agitated, I’m sad to say to it, I might after all be outpacing it
That albino *lovely person*, she better than you no, I don’t see no hinge on the door, like it’s nine teen forty *family* four, Like a *family* four tonne forlorn
fallen fortress assorted cagey lately still they afraid of me beaten by a girl nah say it ain’t so, In dangered Get some anny septic N some Saline I’m captain jack out sailin’ Take my rod to the lake, like I’m baiting them
I’m just waitin’ for it.
Take it all,
*family* you all,
I got news for you you ain’t *family* or all