Wild Kingdom

Hear the confessions of an unrepentant Skinnee

From the depths of my soul in my hole in New York City

I arose from my frozen abode in the north

Came forth on course and write my rhymes from the source

To delight Dr. Lecter I'll recite some invective of my own

Here's my quid pro quo

Omens and portents have come forth in torrents

It's time to realize my rise has been foretold

From the sticks to the streets I built a path that'll last

I came to NYC by the way of the pasture

Naive and pure I stepped from the steppes

From the pie to the apple like Ming it's merciless

But my mastery of majesty brings tragedy

But my mastery of majesty brings tragedy

My insanity loves company

So I stray into the fray ‘cause the chaos comforts me

But somebody in front of me wants to rumble

The fauna causing trauma in the jungle

I be the lion in winter, the hinterland dweller

A Cappella dash fast like a sprinter

Test me like litmus, but witness the fitness

Of my wit quick come get with this

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Due to my ability to flow with agility

I take my place amongst the nobility

But fuck the futility my mobility is upwards

But my cupboards be bare like Hubbard's and it's killing me

Stress make me pound my chest like a gorilla be

Too prove my virility search for sense and sensibility

Like Austen

I lost in Philly, D.C. or Boston so I jet back to Willie be

But trust in me, like Kaa said to Mowgli

I've escaped the snake like Houdini, so hold me

Enthralling I'm calling like the wild

One hundred per cent intelligent man child

Now I'm making ends and I'm trying to made ends meet

Hoping that the enemy ain't lurking where my friends be

To feed on them like a frenzy of pirhannas

While some silly sallies dilly dally like the Lama

Make no mistake I'll frustrate them when they hunt me

More underground than Salmaan Rushdie

My learning's obscuring like Jude,

I want to walk like you, I want to talk like you

So what's all the hullaballoo, we've got the bear necessities

I'll secure your secrets with my opens and my sesames

Effervescently sent to inlay rhizomes like Jim Jones says “hey, cool-Aid”