Suspense stretching tension,
Cain and Abel kinda fable,
Said "keep it at the hip
or I fade this whole table "
I step stacked.
Feet so sweet in the ring.
Teach you ropes, like a dope
who don't float n' won't sting.
Make space, abate reaction
Danger close claps at my back and
Some cats map what’s happening
That’s when slides go rackin'
Earnings come in dirty
Rinse & spin before spending.
That flop rocked my top,
Stock of a man’s venom.
All hands on deck,
Next round on trigger,
Thirsty ground, fam.
House digging gravest figures.
Winner knows the way through,
Bug-outs are wishes
Run wrong track
twisted, smacked, jacked, twitchin'
Table side petrified,
Wooden hands stiffen
Pre-flop pot top
the drop zone dizzy.
Stackin' and crackin' the
mint all day,
i gets most.
Crack a bottle, tip and curb sips.
To fallen, toast.
Found a way to know out.
Route, undercover
What a way to bow out . . .
. . . what me, a sucker?
Schoolin' heads of parties.
I gild the lamplit pack.
Snatch unsavory fellows
let 'em flame broil in blowback.
(oooooh)
Justified, sound as soil
and you know that.
Table games and wheels.
Chance and truth.
Chaos and loss and loot,
derailed, no reboot.
When frontier greet me gleeful,
the we, the royal clique-POW!
Sins for citizens
all in season now.
Rated NC-PG,
roads of guilt true and far
Wagons outbound!
Caravans!
Onto the stars.
Customs are clear,
fire stoked and kept wild.
If proper-full,
it’s possible
friction finds you riled.
I straight clip the regime,
roar like a kraken.
Schooled in the wild, still I'm pretty picture snappin'
On the 'down'
let straps leave palms,
A syndicated truce
Turn it loose to know dawn.
