vii. Fruits of Babylon

Teach a man to fish, reach his hand and handle biz
Animists ample with respect get disconnected hand and wrist
Hammurabi's code to mind and body, soul
Caught with amethyst-colored cannabis, get incinerated like Gotti's throat
In a maze of all these throes, inner rage make me explode the way that Nagasaki blow
Diminish tuxedos and street clothes alike, my ethos so gray like the coke trade in Quito
Give heat stroke, I reap, sow and write like Tariq go, repeat the process
Knowledge deeper than Loch Ness
Conquest a tough pill to swallow and even harder to digest
Is it luck or skill preceding progress that's following false Solomon
Obsessing over charlatans
A part of them sipping water from brooks and flipping oxygen
Rob and sin, burn economists' books and dodging penalty from the parliament
What a heavenly homonym, it's like the fall of Ottomans
It's autumn and it's hotter than arguments bereft of common sense
Can I borrow a dollar? Pence? Swear it's not theft that's horror-dense
How much it cost? How much is lost shrouding merits perished in the dust and lost?
Like Lara Croft, raid and start to sob, lash, it's combat
Brash quarrels torturing mortals, all that paid to place florals on the grave, remain formal
But not forward, it's backward, capital has assorted sordid actions attached it's palpable

Rotten, the fruit of my labor with the paper-chasing toxins
In the brains of the disdainers and the heinous they've forgotten
Thought I'd make it but I'm trodden, keep being beaten deep into the bottom
I'm caved in, Souk, Kaeden, nothing can save him
From poison souk-sold grapes made forsaken
With whines and cries, the fool's gold, the pyrite
Is it a krait or highrise?

Vagabonds looting fruit from the gardens of Babylon
Hang with strange, shoot it, shine light like Nunavut at the crack of dawn
In the summer, summon the others, from Avalon come the drummers
Dawn of Capricorn is upon us, goats, rice crops, and livestock freeze
It all fall, broken, snapped like some tight locked springs
No cap I'm low-caliber, capping those patterns of capital ex-factors gassing those Saturn's Sons
And dominion, though I'm still one-in-a-million, for real man
Freedom rings for no civilian, canopied by the shanty facade's pavilion
That collide with the evening, spill the ink and the shadows onto the meek and the cattle
The food is tainted, making crazed the sadist dude at the gallows 'till he fainted
A paradise infested with parasites, progressing the paralyzed
Making less deprived ticks and pesticides, vicious
They terrified 'cause they pupate and mutate to live in the citrus
Accumulate crimson under the litmus, roll tide
Seas of the lime grass is tall, seasons, time pass
Seizing the lives, grasp the reason the lilacs are even in IMAX solely
It's unholy biz how the odious sully foliage, controlling it
Starving them like the Soviets, shine the field's pyres, stealing oxygen
They liars like, like Brits and China with them opiates
The brightest night fits a form of loneliness, dismissing those associates

Rotten, the fruit of my labor with the paper-chasing toxins
In the brains of the disdainers and the heinous they've forgotten
Thought I'd make it but I'm trodden, keep being beaten deep into the bottom
I'm caved in, Souk, Kaeden, nothing can save him
From poison souk-sold grapes made forsaken
With whines and cries, the fool's gold, the pyrite
Is it a krait or highrise?