1/28 jc and the knights of the round table present: excalibur

When Jesus sat down with his disciples did he know they were some psychos? Sword weilding madmen moonlighting in lunar cycles?/  
a verse from the book of Michael says christ'll reclaim the throne, pull the sword from out the stone, praise the lord welcome home/
my zone? so excalibur grinding between the calipers, tryna space shuttle Challenger to increase my calculus and algebra/
outstyle a mathematician, brick of hash turned ash in minutes, the first one to lash out is usually the last to listen/
i'm crass, laugh, just spittin blunt splittin my mission worldly, meet my respective collective  at an undisclosed location somewhere in jersey...
(to be continued)  

1/27 M is for mallet, matador, maze, myringa (eardrum), mambo, muse, malpractice, megatron

Alarm sounds, trim my M head to work hope I make it, at a red light with my muse bumpin Maze in a Matrix/ made a makeshift microphone to make the masses up and dance, while she spit marengue in my myringa till i felt movement in my pants/ i mean a mallet  that would impress the most maniacal metallurgist, I'm like macguyver with these words bitch, bullshit matador I'll merk kids/ mister perfect someone tell megatron his motherfukcin leg is gone, we'll sue his doctor for malpractice my man let's get it on rhyme marathon/ all's said and done, make millions murdering mc's with my bomb flow, make a meal of mammaries I'll take mine sauced with mambo!

1/26 a thousand words...

Remember that time yoda dressed as Gary Cole and beat his chick? It's like that time I went in a Capella screaming "this beat is sick!"/
believe this shit? Arnold Drummond abusin and battering women, am I the only one that saw this coming from the beginning?/
I mean, look at his life and the way it all transpired, former child star - must be the way the man's wired/
imagine a white father, slutty sister, coked bother, now imagine this Naploean NOT chokin his baby's mother/
not to excuse the behavior but if I looked like a second grader I'd prolly have some anger and pray for a fatal favor/
to put me out of my misery beggin my man like "shza please!", cut my wrists with scissors please or noose me from that little tree!/
ninja please! I saw that pic and knew I gotta rhyme, they say a picture's worth a thousand words I hope you got the time... 

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... 

1/14-1/15 unbroken chain... Figure it out

Remain collected cool and calm, calm as breezes through the palms, palm the ball in my hand, hand connected to my arm/ armed with rhymes to punk posers, pose for pictures on roller coasters, coast through life hoping hope's enough to get us over/ over under wonder daily if the path I walk is righteous, right just sometimes seems so wrong, wrong turn into the hypeness/ hypest cat you ever met, mets got nothing on the yanks, yank a bitch up by the bun, bun and beans with ballpark franks/ frankly think it's funny how most mc's sound the same, same game new players, play to win how I remain...