The New Transistor

The boy is Indigo
Man, don't you see now?
Indigoisms inside
Of Indigo freestyles
Shootin' through the spectrum electrum
With flows that tickle your rectum
My Patronus is not
Something you can expectum

No planning for this anarchy
No damming up this malarky
Bite'cha face off like Shark Week
The zombie is feeling snarky
Hark! Now the dead is walking
Don't honk and don't try to cross me
I'm ballsier than a Trump supporter
In a Compton Walgreens

Praise Gawd! For the kid
The target is getting hid
Give me a raise for getting
A rise out of you bitches
Surprise! I'm back again
Each time, with vicious sin
If sin is even a way to
Describe Being off the hinges

I'm senseless, when I wanna be
Honing more than six senses
So excuse me for the occasional
Break from being the illest
If I will it into existence
Believe that I always get it
And if I am the one you're watching
Stay tuned for The New Transistor



Credits
Writer(s): Myles Optimystic
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