1/22 blueprint of life, mlk

Life is like a race sometimes you jog and sometimes you sprint, feeling lost there ain't no map but relax, cuz there's a blueprint/ a nuisance, at times cuz my rhymes cross the fader, borrowed time and verses from speech to seventh graders/ eff minors, we're majors, kings like Martin luther, spit game that y'all ain't used to with more styles than Kama sutra/ leave you stitched stapled and sutred on my path to independence, know me as a menace put tools in your mouth like dentists/ stay ahead like lettuce got a fetish for spittin good man, so long as when it's said and done I know I've got a good plan.. 

1/20 Ben Button and back.

There's so many ways to say what's on my mind
I try to fit it all in one rhyme
Some know that I'm, sick of wasting time
Gotta shine in each and every line
So everyday I stay up late
Make sure noone's still awake
Doing whatever it takes
To be great
And escape
Blatant
Hate. 
I'm straight
Up and down
No more fuckin around
Think I'm saying something now
Line em up, buck em down
So this is how it gets done
So many styles we'll leave your head spun
Just know that when my books are read from
I'll be charged with word murder cuz this is redrum!

1/19 ctd: bisect diameter quadrangle half-life rhombus Pythagorean theorem hexagon fraction axes hypotenuse divide

Divide competition, my division vs. your faction fraction smash it
we're fuckin rap addicts addicted to mathematics/  
an evil centered axis I'm leavin your squad strangled
my hypotenuse has got 'em loose, they're squares like quadrangles/
hit em from all angles, then fill em with truth serum
then break it down alphabetically like the Pythagorean theorem/  
see, if you bisect my lines you'll see Ive lived more than a half life
hat cocked to the side, slanted like a rhombus on my head-that's right/
we pass pipes, get complex like hexagons on amatuers
my lexicon's mathematical if you step in my diameter...