Not a perfect performance, but just wanted to get a rap fix amidst administrative overload Words what up subscribers, welcome to this one man cypher where I attempt to decipher the science of the signs behind finding myself a survivor of the arrival of the divine incisors precisely timed to slice us in twenty twelve and bite us inviting us to finally perceive the force inside us and breathe in feeding off all that inspires us taking a long view of the constant progress up the core of the spirals outpacing the four apocalyptic horse riders I'm rhyming after arriving late in the scene But with a high level commitment entering within my brain that even if I kick it at three fifteen in the morning I should still be able to call in a sweet sixteen and just drop it over a beat that you can vibe with And give you updates about how my human life is how in the last 14 years I flew the sky with a spirit akin creatively to some do or die shit I began buried in the bedrock with fossilised trilobites in but kinesiologically cracked my psyche like psilosybin a trajectory from the very depths of these suicidal tendencies to the summit of the Newton Spiral igniting a bright light behind both eyelids with the type of heiroglyphic writing that woke Isis getting ready to resurrect and reconnect like osiris dialating my whole being, extending my soul's iris until I beheld the enlightenment I'd never seen before and then I died, causing a dose of DMT to pour but when the getafix wore off, my body brought me back through a ouija board and I began the life that my third eye was squeejeed for allowed me to look deep in my core and perceive the reason I incarnated in this physical form the river styx became the stream of my thoughts a stream of consciousness that became easy to ford I began to be more honest with my parameters composing odes and sonnets in dactylic hexameter every character suffused with assonance, consonance constantly shifting mosaic rhymes in metrical patterns ta zoom in on onomata-poeia, a single tear, my aim to pull classical epic poetry forth, rekindling my flame to full needing to erect defenses to hold at bay a wolf I entered the cave, with a sword, and realised I was part Beowulf part Grendel's mummy, part kamikazi part idiot savant, part grammar nazi part ghandi, part Richie Cunningham, part Fonzi part shark jumping part Red Sea, part Dali participle, part invisible, part monk, part avenging mariachi part principal, part remedial class, part tamagochi part of me's the one sober god at a bacchus party and the other is playing pan pipes, swigging back bacardi And when I recognised the true soul balance I could move beyond just some pseudo talents get all my rhymes flipping in line like a judo phalanx and truly become who you know as Hugo Farrant so thanks for listening to this missive sent from my ink and pen, transmitted via interwebs til next time I find time to rhyme and represent I've given you twenty five opinions, my fifty cents

• published: 12 Nov 2013
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