RICH BREEZY

Spitzophrenic cleric, he be in his own head an artistic relic, imagination head tick, worst case scenario halo, negative ratio indebted skeptic. A mind built for rhyming, incapable of lying, the universe moves around him quantum-timing. But it will drive you mad. In the end leave you sad. Because mountains will crumble, rappers will mumble, but you’ll never find a date on Bumble unless you stumble upon a bundle of humble tumble. Lost my mind completely and the meaningless jumble of alphabetic rumble is an infinite fungal magic mushroom chopped Uncle. And I rest my case because the entire human race will be erased just in case the artificial intelligence is maced in the face by the Gayest rapper of all time who took first place in a contest of who could lace the instrumental with words generated in space by aliens with different makes and models that all happened to be fakes since nobody was concerned with the trace of disgrace that automatically encased in some form of deep bass speaker box waste of radioactive ace of base.