Musashi

I arose from my throne in the shadows of coming comets Amid colosseum columns of stone, the lone prophet I kick tones, eroding the tectonics Noble sensei, techniques encoded in psionics My katana composed of honed onyx In my mind it's obsidian, glowing through blown chronic Bionic adamantium bones, electronics And a cerebellum home to adrenochrome tonic And my soliloquy's sick, the raw liquidity drips The laced lips with the taste of the bubonic The most luscious of my touchstone sonnets Even King Tutankhamun couldn't be reached for comment There's no discussion, I crushed those percussives Drum kits whooping like bouts with pertussis Without a doubt the pound stays concussive The ground splits, so drown in the sound but don't rush it I survived by the roll of the die I read the tarot and it told me what Iscariot tried Hattori Hanzo, stories of the legend arise Now I'm living where that narrative flies I walk soft with an uchigatana to stay frosty Recommend that demons never accost me The technique's told in the scroll of Musashi So my mental mass shattered every volley they tossed me From mellow to the molotov, all of it taught me Too many fall to the tanto at top speed But not me, I'm slayin' oni at Mach 3 Like Sekiro, parry any blow cut across me But somehow now I'm left with a half a home Errant thoughts caught rattling in a scattered dome Seed sown, so I reap the serotonin flow Seep the baritone into the feedback of a microphone Paint it black, it's the genesis of genomes The brainstem chemist is kickin' with lone ketones Look Professor... I don't need Cerebro I'll jot in katakana in tomes to hone the ethos Now look, I'm not a Corleone Vito I just spit in monotones on binaural torpedoes But I could snap six Infinity Stones And de-exist every foe just by growin' my own mythos