BattleRhymes Vol. 8 - Pandemic Tales of an Uprising

By Armin Mitchell

From the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic of 2020 ahead through the failed polices leading to an uprising against racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, Islamophobic, anti-Semitic and hate filled bigoted oppressive plans. They're meeting strong resistance in the halls of Congress, global protests, city councils, police departments, t

• Language: English
• Publisher: Koldbluhded
• Release date: Jul 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781958956175

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22 million jobs disappear

A culprit is completely clear

Drunk on dumb sans a beer

Idiots stand up to cheer

Things said breaks the ear

Economic progress on veer

Stupidity’s in a different gear

Many just refuse to hear

No one should want 45 near

Way too stupid to be a real peer

Everything he does bring up the rear

Crashing out because he can’t steer

It’s sad but I won’t shed a single tear

Astronomical fuckups in an election year

#TTST

Rhyme #8

Moscow Bitch McConnell got his wish

Went in the kitchen & broke every dish

Like a bigoted moron smokin that ish

Out of water gaspin for air like a fish

Broke opportunity in everyone’s kitsch

Always revels in hatred like it’s delish Bitch make me a Dagwood sandwich

Rhyme #9

Once again back is the incredible

One whose footprint is totally indelible

Fighting him is mortally regrettable

Every move is always unforgettable

Up & down the block is 100% credible

For the record his will is indefatigable

Methods of your destruction are selectable

Complaints are dismissed as heretical

Imitation fails since originality is perfectable All exploits grow in size but they’re still veritable Helps those in need because it’s good to be charitable Always in the driver’s seat because the mission is prophetical People want a piece because greatness is always collectible Rhyme #10

Never played the game but I’m a verbal tactician Hex free so far despite no connection to superstition Comin at me instantly turns you into a limited edition Seein your moves ahead of time due to a premonition Break you into pieces while throwin down analytical division Hittin a triple word score while practicin in a global exhibition Rockin out without a doubt regardless of condition Every single drop falls out of the sky during each revision Truth bombs followed by words psalms crushin every collision In the viewing deck when fools become circumspect in each rendition Handin out Justice & retribution like a wartime rationed provision Running so hot the sun asks me about my ideas on nuclear fission All around the pond droppin change for conflicts havin muthafuckas wishin

#TTST

Rhyme #11

When you end up dead you have no one to blame but yourself

Following a white supremacist retard is mortally bad for ya health A low class imbecile screwin a stormtrooper being watched by elf on a shelf Loudmouth moron announcin his every move in advance in lieu of stealth Narcissistic personality disorder seeks praise due to a misdirected sense of self Every move made dematerializes hard earned efforts just to steal all forms of wealth Hatred always wins in the hearts of those that never achieved anything by thyself

Wallowin in mud to stay cool hoping Charlotte has a solution to stay in your filth Not knowin the difference between opportunity & oppression sans books on a bookshelf Surrounded by the lowest common denominator crab bucket is all you aspire to be with

Problems don’t just happen as one has seen an economic crash can’t cause itself Always a pawn in a bigger game bein played by the real power behind every sith Choosin to be uninformed makes it easier to isolate one’s ignorance so educate oneself

#TTST

Rhyme #12

Few get how things actually work & that’s a sure thing Profiting off your demise or death is a gift they wanna bring Then skip your wake & funeral as some jackleg preacher sings A series of false praises for a life they skipped on intervening Hoping their sermon makes your life seem like it was worth living Empty words about an unshared experience will never have meaning The corrupt system of usury has been fucked up since its beginning Fight the good fight just means the oppressor can’t use you for winning They’ll spend their existence trying to get you on program for what you’re opposing With resources, bullshit, & lies, all the while openly questioning what you’re fighting Playing the victim when they feel your wrath & go down after you simply start swinging

Unopposed in existence is the autonomy they don’t want & comes from you standing

Disregarding their rhetoric is the 1st step in actions being real instead of just believing Rhyme #13

Like a true Shaman I poisoned myself with roots man so that all my eyes could see Unlike Superman I ate kryptonite & the shit didn’t even change the color of my pee

Grew stronger from ripped fuel, & other banned energy sources like bark of yohimbe

Ran my tribe through the fire without losing a soul because it was left up to me Healed the sick, helped the poor, fought the man & his machine because that’s who I be Everyday waitin for the final battle to come near so that we can all actually be free

Soared with eagles & chilled with clay kickers because I walk this Earth with humility

Never will I turn on my people because a world without honor is devoid of any humanity

I bow to no one because I run me without allegiance to artifice or lies from an externality Of course I speak my fuckin mind & if you don’t like it, fuck you cause I’m usin profanity Even Mars Blackmon already knows Jordan could jump over the entire sea of tranquility

Never question an empath exposed to cortexiphan as a candidate to display their ability

You lost this fight when you brought ignorance, disease, & fake divinity over a calm sea Rhyme #14

Never let yourself forget that yo dumb ass brought the fight to me Talked all that shit to anyone who would listen actin dumb as could be Told you from jump your toothless ass was barkin up the wrong tree Angry about your incompetence while tryin to pass the buck to ski Lyin through your lips tryin & stealin ideas to claim as your own for free A lack of replication has the world askin questions that you even can’t see I’ll wait you out & drop your bitch ass like the Shi’ar or even the Kree Your surrender will be public at the Appomattox just like General Lee There will be a Little Bighorn revenge for Sand Creek & Wounded Knee After smackin this 350 yard drive never forget your head is on my tee Got swept up in a hornet’s nest full of stingers on rapid fire from a killa bee Turned tail & ran to save what’s left of your life when your crew chose to flee Despite all this turmoil, misdirection, & obfuscation, here we all stand in victory

#TTST

Rhyme #15

Every time I enter the room, it’s hum hum she pum heart snatchin like temple of doom

Let the assault resume droppin bombs like we playin Atari up on that 8 bit Kaboom

Never too soon for morons to assume that I won’t put you’re whole family in a tomb

I’ll interrupt yo shitty smellin perfume like some porno interruption on yo family zoom

When it comes to me never presume, already got Latveria hyped for me as Dr.

Doom

It’s gonna be safer for you to rock your loom & keep them doors locked on every room

Might make your escape clickin heels on a broom, never talk shit bout Fing Fang Foom

Why pardon an interruption cause you chose a groom. I laugh all they way to the moon

Everyday you’re still sadly rockin a bassoon, askin why you ever had to leave the womb

Stop all that singin because you can’t croon. Lookin real dumb callin me a wee baboon

Send out an SOS usin a signal balloon. It ain’t over, this beatin has a lifetime to resume

Jenny Craig to Nutrisystem shake to stay in tune. Rockin psychological apps like Noom

Sun shredded up lookin like a prune. While I pick between Maclachlan & Sting on Dune

#TTST

Rhyme #16

Apology way too late. I dined on your corpse pinhead. I do what I do. Fuckin annihilate

Callin for backup won’t change your fate. No rescue team can save you. No extricate

You should’ve saved the date. No grand jury. Corpus Delicti leaves no one to implicate

Your essence flows down a storm grate. The out of body experience starts to resonate

No problems from your hate. Now that you’re gone, everyone has reason to celebrate

Headin straight to the morgue, mate. Savin ICU nurses from wastin time to intubate No stairway to heaven’s gate. You start to panic as that dirty soul begins to bifurcate

Never made it past 2nd rate. Your idea of a peaceful after life is goin on to separate

Heart heavier than a feather as you aspirate. A shitty human no one to impersonate

Life no one can demonstrate. Fall from lies is heard worldwide & begins to reverberate

From the mean you deviate. Watchin that last flash of hard reality starts to complicate

People tried to educate. Now you’re left with nothing as all consequences devastate

Read between the lines as I connotate. You’re a fucKKKing bitch that I always dominate

#TTSS

Rhyme #17

Good for nothin as you assimilate. Racked up nothin but debt for your heirs in probate

Gettin scared as we see you try to postulate. Still standin pigeon toed as you pronate

Hardly lookin for a person to assassinate. She’s tryin that trick to tickle your prostate

Never pulled any of your weight. While reckless & stupidly prone to wickedly profligate What kinda bullshit are you tryin to insinuate? Can’t play a player when tryin to infiltrate Crossed that line with Nasty Nate? That’s yo ass, there’s no need for us to demarcate

On thin ice you always try to skate. Time to roll yo ass on down a click up da interstate

Who the fuck has time for you to conversate? Lookin for material while tryin to imitate

Put that shit on someone else’s freight. You’re even less convincing when you gyrate

Always tryin to instigate. Can’t hold either side of any one issue in any form of a debate

Tryin to claim the power of a potentate. No one stands idly by when you try to berate

Introspective time for you to investigate. Why your bitch ass always makes folks

irate

Time for that shit on a record collate. Cry them lyin ass eyes out to the damn magistrate

#TTSS

Rhyme #18

Rose up from an arid desert like water feedin a fuckin cactus You can’t refract this as I alone beat the shit outta Galactus I’ll hit yo ass so hard the Earth will spin into a retrograde axis Dropped yo ass like last century while fulfilling my own praxis To me you’re still classless & always consider me on restricted access Outta date smooth jazz saxes know to never hit me up with faxes You have a look like everything prolapses due to a lack of practice Regardless of your stances you’re still dumb when everything relaxes Leavin em in hypnotic trances knowin they’ll rush in line for bikini waxes Bent the spines of many books gettin them dirty looks knowin I’m literatus Yo ignorance won’t sap this despite the fact I don’t give a fuck about status You won’t get a chance to slap this & my number won’t appear in yo apparatus No button to click to add this as I fly alone up in my own personal stratus

#TTSS

Rhyme #19

So good I know you can taste it. Rockin this shit like Jessie’s Girl sung by Ocasek My steps you won’t retrace it. Because you’re a materialistic bitch stuck on fuckin Basic So thick you can’t ever phase it. All blurry because you don’t wear specs or get LASIK

Flowin through all known forms because I’m muthafuckin that man who’s Multiphasic

45 is so off his rocker without a TBI that’s it’s impossible to believe he’s not Dysphasic

In his head he’s fucKKKin sick. Never forget there’s time to get all sorts of Euthanasic

Speakin on science standards, when will the test for active metabolites get Oxidasic

In a homie’s microcell biology class we all learned mitosis begins all kinds of Prophasic

Using a tens machine in muscle recovery works when all impacted tissue is Rheobasic

45 bleachin out is a trick. He remembers childhood punishment because he’s

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Aphasic

Duality comes down to scorin a lick while runnin by cycles of the moon as Polyphasic

Procedural languages everybody hates it, but everyone I know still remembers BASIC

Been a minute & you’ve spaced it. You tryin to drive folks crazy like Carrie with Spacek

#TTSS

Rhyme #20

Sittin there sneering & lookin all snide. Refuses to address the public because he lied Takin lowest common denominator for this ride. Talkin to the asses is his point of pride

As soon as sun bleached muskrat tears dried, global morgue tally knows 200,000

died

Readin chemicals leaves him tongue tied & can’t sound out syllables every time he tried Catalyst of financial genocide using advanced metrics & denying that he already spied

Makin planet Apocalypse on the side. Has no laser death beam eye like fuckin Darkseid

Woeful of the massive rising tide. His implosion on Hubblevision leaves a world unified

All his bullshit motives brushed aside. He sees those literate are against him

% allied

Anyone can see he hasn’t replied. Upon the debunked Big Lie Theory he simply relied

Sittin there like a dejected despot he sighed. Behind closed doors we all know he cried

Despite the act, no one is scared of either Jekyll or Hyde & nowhere left to run or hide On a chump cup of hubris he’s already fried. Into da mind of a bigoted moron we pried

Into a battle of wits he vied. You’ll see his game winning kick missed right doublewide

#TTSS

Rhyme #21

Outta place sheep wool coat from County Seat. You can kiss my ass while on yo feet Borscht with sour cream is made from a beet. Evidently Putin’s life is totally complete

Smackin da fire out yo ass with maximum heat. We done with yo ass ctrl+alt+delete

Gluttony is just fulla replete. Keep talkin that shit while stuck in a dumb loop on repeat

Livin a life of lies is a milkbone treat. You know you want some Bowser, just be discreet

Never get ahead cuttin corners when you cheat. There’s just no reason for us to meet

Yo dumb ass gets stood up in the street. Mycenae artifacts may still be found in Crete

Who really