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Infinite Ammo 22 (Secret Origin)

skin that’s near mint wait that’s just your breath tone
reciprocatin roman hands like romans when in Rome
our faces look best though when they go “O”
body by yoyos, apathy and chokeholds
finger comb my halfro, verse silver streak faux
foxy.  Moxie bubble tingles in the toes.
“lone gunmen” rerun while I work by the stove
“which one’s your favorite one?” “the one that doesn’t die alone.”
Was it train tracks or radiation orchids?
Tell me all about your secret origin
pry the pylons from your old porches
I’m shameless and I’m soaked in
christmas carol key gap sapped
got your back on my back
but we gotta  make a pact
that we’ll stop the air attacks
blonde on blonde on blue on back in black
black on black like violence stats and facts
finessin’ the numbers like I’m Goldman Sachs
but it stock moves, flatlock grooves, and comebacks
Murder for marker stripes, fly spider-man steez
hence the packed verbiage and the nerd-ese
I got this poor excuse for knees
premonitions about bees
you say you got a poor a excuse for knees
Cave diving, hive minds and PG-13s
rickety pissant fandoms, train track seams
red flag webbing and wet neoprene   
they got the tapes you’ve got the torque girds
they made a fortune off your secret origin
pry the pylons from your old porches
fortunate that we’ve got fielded forces
stoopin’ to lowercase loop solder scorches
They’re gonna kill themselves with what we told them
Don’t gotta convince me of the muscle twitch prophecies
solder senses pinch time in like splittin species’
soldiering on against the soulja boy coinage creeps
when you got the prescient powers on circuitry
try the chrismas lights again
are you in or should I recruit
a pro bono dom who don’t question when she could shoot?
say you see the outline of the Samsonite loot
blooms of brutes
Malicious Mr. Suits
green light like Gatsby
the place closes soon.
no I mean it…  no I guess you knew