Bounty Hunters and Raptors

I was bootlegging Ketel One on Kessel Run I'm a vet,
bending around black holes for 12 parsecs just to settle a bet,
I meddled in some nettles, just for the effect,
And reveled in my nest back when I was conducting my field tests,
I'm amped man and going ape shit at the apex,
I hate to flex but I got a new project up in the annex,

I'm a verbal acrobat I'm asking feral cats to behave,
Acting like Batman with a sampler just locked in his cave,
As if Willy Wonka only loved drum machines and bass,
And Einstein rhymed and spit fire bars and flames

Lyrical squire all the same, with a self-inflicted tempo to tame,
A timeless threat to the lame and a gifted gap in this game,
Wreck all your walls, y'all, with that perfect cursive,
Stencil graphics in your gaze as you purchase your surplus,

I give bounty hunters the slip and re-rig their Booby traps,
I'm Han Solo with this flow yet, dressed like Boba Fett,
With a headset in my helmet, black velvet in my stomach,
And a live Dead set in my cassette deck with respects to Pig Pen,

I'm well-versed in these venomous rehearsed verses,
Best check, man, I see some feet underneath your curtains,
I think this place is cursed, shit, best invest in hearses,
At first you crave the thirst and now you're drowning with the serpents

Slithering with the snakes as you call out to the nurses,
Your muted mouth shouting out about how you were once a perfect person,
Now I'm hauling around your coffin cause you wouldn't heed any cautious,
Scoffing at science, perpetually the masses are devolving
I'm steady dodging goblins, got a solid doctrine in my noggin,
Brew in my cauldron, blasting flip-mode squadron,

I'm in the kettle, catching thermals with my broad-winged brethren,
A peregrine and a sharp shin, stirring in this cauldron,
Tilting whirlybirds, circling, just catching a whiff,
Passing past the turkey vultures, splitting clouds as I lift,

Awake, a sun bathing buzzards, just plotting the grift,
Starlings chattering about which way they might shift,
Back at the raven's den, there's a murder of crows,
Whippoorwill in the roses, he's just spilling his woes,

Parliament of owls asking one question nobody knows,
Who killed Cock Robin and where'd that sparrow go,
I got a feather in my cap, two birds with a stone,
One in the hand and two pheasants in the bush to show,

Like a duck to water, I'm foul with these rhymes,
Graceful as a swan with that golden eagle eye,
I'm crazy as a loon, coo like a morning dove,
Listen like a nocturnal owl to this hip-hop drug,

Both the night hawk and the early bird catching worms,
No albatross around this neck, check, I've taking my turn,
I'm awake before the rooster, I sizzle before the bacon,
I'll be back through the gates before most waking brains leave the station,

I'm playing MC Escher level chess, at best the rest mess with checkers,
That's checkmate mate I'm blessed in fate and leveled up in my lesson,
Expressing my confessions, dressing like Sergeant Pepper,
Consistently checking the weather and flowing in any endeavor,

Never ebbing, catch me sledding or mixing drums in my dwelling,
Record player still spinning Blind Willie and Led Belly,
Got a Howling Wolf so watch your T-bone around this Gatemouth,
Slow Hand, Blind Boy, Keb Mo, Sun House,
Shit you must be kidding me, you don't know Diddley,
Once you get started in this shit, yo the slope is slippery,

I'm no average joke kid, and yo, I'm not joking,
Wake up with this wave and I'm steady flowing in this ocean,
Floating in my potion, still potent and slightly corrosive,
Double check the dosage, look alive we're approaching some commotion,

Keep an eye open for bogeys coasting and gloating over crooked notions,
Poses roasted from the roses and choking on my smoke,
Rodents foaming and searching for rooming cubs to poke,
I hope you find mama grizzly bear holding a club and a rope,