Pidg-matic

Haven't heard from Mike, but I got a couple unused rhymes I wrote to his beats. Hope to heat from him soon.

I forge surfactant
From a collapsin diaphragm when I'm rappin/
And speak in hybrid forms of bap in scientifical wackness/
The asscrack of the track
The slow gelatinous hazard/
Spacin out when I black
Consume the planet, Galactus/
Combine enough gravity with the heat to foster shinin/
Til i red dwarf
I'm gon render you the vibrance/
Warm the surface of the earth
my aura just keeps it thrivin/
Aztecs are down to give their heart to see me triumph/
Pigeon Mike stay hunched over the keys like Linus/
Provide the soundscape
For Royce to kick in Guru's likeness/
So the Pidg must be Premier
Let's make one thing clear/
When I'm beamin full-speed
I mean one thing, dear/
Hard-core M.O.P
Won't delay no heat...
Content be comin raw to keep her late on beat/
Sibilance slitherin
Maneuver like a snake... Go deep/
And lure lambs to consumers
When I play Bo Peep/
I spew the mood spoiler
The geriatric nude portrait
blacker than the pressurized crude oil
I'm at service desk with microphone handy
What can I do for ya?
Staging assault
Once a n***a rip a new cordless/
The lost Onyx member
Soundbombin with the constant spittage