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On Air, Turquoise Devils

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MC I am but not 
ALL CAPS I’m not but I am all
 All mere character, I’m no MIGHTY CONQUISTADOR Midas curse, not MONTEZUMA CROWNED [We] All gold but I’m cursed
 Curses!! Such a standalone that I sit and wrap my raps in some slice of life and hope to get a huge chunk of rep. Reputedly, I'm being meta, meta morph me into something (please), I'm just some thing.

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Chapter 1Historia (take 1)

Act 1: ROCK

A.I is not artificial. Absolute, its not intelligence but Individual. A.I, the Absolute Individual is absolute in its individuality so A.I is a duo. A for Kid, Absolute, the Muscle so it was inevitable that it was he who pressed 'delete' and watched the post Time Out world disappear.

Not disappear, more like made Amnesiac then re-memorized by Intellect, Individual, the Mind according to Computer's will and when all was done and nothing said, Kid A did. Looked at what Intellect had made and was pleased by what he saw. "It was OK."

Indeed it was, a veritable UTOPIA. U-TOP-IA and you enter. No mean feat that for Integrated Android is mighty paranoid. Impossible for androids, IA is big on Apple. So attached to a Mac, his sobriquet's Beth. Bethlehem's very own villain, call him Innkeeper. No in for Joseph, he's able to pay. 
He brown haired, only Cain-coloreds allowed.
 

Joseph he might be but not Stalin enough. 


Not red enough, Joseph's a man in steel not Man of Steel. 


Green cap, UTOPIA only accepts red caps. 


Supervillain, UTOPIA only accepts superheroes. 


Only Superman can enter, never Victor Von Doom. 
Hail the superhero!!

Act II : RAP

Superhero sitting on Siege Perilous like he's found the Holy Grail. Like he's Percival. Like he's worthy. Is he worthy?

"No way, only a perfect knight like Galahad can seat."


"Not enough, he must be shining too like a god, must be Baldr on the seat."


"Fuck a god, its all mortal, THE mortal man, its Mr Morale on the seat."


"More ail!"


Ailing, pen almost outta ink but fuck that. Galahad was indeed a perfect knight but before he was that, before Kendrick's perfect discography was even a discography, it was merely a disc O and graph Y. And Kendrick?

Met a kid in the hood dulled with the single minded pursuit to assassinate the game once. Scoffed at his dreams and named him JFK in jest.


JESUS FREAKIN' KENDRICK!!! 


Should have kept my mouth shut for the good kid went mad in the city then magnificent in the ad, mythical adventures and never stopped. So freaked out I changed the F to Frigga-son. Checked, "he is best and all praise him" and "so bright that light shines from him." Prose Edda said so, he must be one of the destined ones.

"One of the destined ones so why is he dead?"

"Is he really dead?"

Yep. BLOOD did him in. All drained, pale as a ghost but still, he gave up his orchid and the masses loved him for the apple scent. Wept when he descended the corpse flower. Seventeen salutes for the modern Baldr, Odin is the prime sender. He whispers to Baldr and the ship goes.


"For the homies Kenny," says the AllFather.

"One more for the Culture," says Top Dawg.


Kenny heard and gave one more for the homies. For the homies he pulled it, came back taking no shit in his Mr Morale mood. All them with no moral were squished by the Big Steppers. A goddamn victory for the hero but before he was a god, it was damn. DAMN, 

"How can Kendrick be a GOAT when he can be taken out by a blind woman?"

No reply to that had the 6 God swaggering unopposed for half a decade, then Kendrick came right back with a righteous fury. Mr who was absolutely morale, more ale than the double disc runtime  (73 cups plus) or the Big Steppers crushing down on your crib (with you in it). How do you pimp a butterfly an absolutely morale question and if not answered absolutely, the Big Steppers will leave absolutely nothing when their visit done. Visitations began in Compton then it was the world tour. Only a barter fly and prodigious drinkers survived. Schoolboy too. He the Q that even Mr Morale can't find the A to. Actually, Q was his hype man once so he can't bring himself to bring down the hype. Blank Face, why give him a expression?

Q attempted it and the result was CrasH Talk. Big Steppers just crushed the world, no need for another crash talk. Its all dark, no Crusch Lulu there. Overlord, its over lord. Freyr (Old Norse for Lord) shocked, CrasH Talk his Surtr; should have burned him. Thank SZA then, she sent an SOS to Renaissance and the modern day Mona Lisa answered. EVERYTHING IS LOVE got Q feeling the love and not even Surtr's flame could burn that.

Act III : JAZZ

They was a burn but oh so long ago, before even rock remade the world into a UTOPIA. Rock remade the world and rap destroyed it but before rock they was jazz. So cool that it had the Cold War going hot. Hot from the cool, it was Time Out's fault. 14 December 1959 was when it was dropped and when that "Blue Rondo á la Turk" began, common sense took time out to a space date leaving bar from space bar. Bartenders and only bartenders remained sane while the rest of the world went mad.

And what was their reward for luck's whim? Loneliness, a loneliness so crippling it was a madness in itself. 


Side note: Post-hot fingers/ When all was pressed and the dust settled (on Christmas), lo and be awed, no one died. Irrevocably changed though, for all those who wore coats became that which they wore and those that did not fled Underground. 


Back to irrevocably changed : The world was not spared either, becoming utterly devastated. The world became radioactive and then went a step further, becoming Radio Active whose songs those-that-had-not-become-coats could not withstand, driving them underground. Thus began the Age of Radio Active where

1. 1956—They were no superpowers, but radio waves. U.S.A and her allies (known as the Western Bloc) became AM, an Allied Machine while U.S.S.R and her allies (Eastern Bloc) became FM, the Fighting Monster.

2. 1956—Raincoats reign, watch-coats watch and trench coats dig, followed closely by tailcoats who held peacemakers with the intent to make peace to any FM coat they found. FM did not dig trenches. Not the aggressor, they waited in East Berlin for the final battle but secretly they sent covert coats to assassinate the raincoats and watch coats. Their overcoats were hard at work though, having been given authority over education across the Western Bloc and by overcoat did they teach, so skilled that by the time the Western Bloc had trenched all the way from Portugal to West Germany (1956 to 1962), every coat had become KGB. "Kill, Garrotte, Burn every AM coat!!" their reason for living. War cry too, they shouted it when they clashed with AM and her ally coats in 1962 when the final battle began.

3. 1961—The Berlin Wall was never built for they was no need. So loyal was East Berlin after the overcoat education that no coat fled to West Berlin which was allied to the Western Bloc.

4. 1962— All hell broke loose.

5. 1966—The Mothers of Invention was formed in AM.

6. 1967— The Magic Band was formed in AM.

7. 1968—The Magic Band switched sides to FM. The reasons were "Strictly Personal." Mothers of Invention could have joined them if not for the money. AM offered more money than FM and to the Mothers of Inventions, "We Are Only In It For The Money" was their motto.

8. 1969(going forward)—The war took another turn, no longer limited only on the purely AM versus FM via coats but also became ideological. Mothers of Invention vs Magic Band. Science vs Magic. Machines vs Spells. Quantity vs Quality. Mothers of Invention created Mothermania and Uncle Meat to attack FM but the Magic Band cast a Trout Mask Replica spell in defense.

9. 1975— And so it continued thus, Mothers of Invention sending machines while the Magic Band cast spells in defense until 1975 when Mothers of Invention made their last machine series, One Size Fits All then went silent.

10. The Magic Band was not, casting spells like Lick My Decals Off, Baby and Mirror Man, transitioning from defense to attack and driving the machines back.

11. 1967—The Underground surfaced, hoping to take advantage of the war situation and claim AM for themselves but it was a terrible mistake for the "Velvet Underground" for FM and AM, unwilling to have any other force defeat them or claim victory but themselves, joined forces and annihilated the Velvet Underground organization down to the last man. No, not man, but woman. Only Nico survived.

12. 1984— The Magic Band cast its last spell, The Legendary A&M Sessions and ended the Machine-Spell War with FM's victory. Then the experiments began…

13. 1997—And they would have never ended till the last AM coat was dead if Radio Active did not grow bored with it all and decide to throw a rock into the waters and let the ripples affect a new change. Acting on its decision, Radio Active grew a head. Radiohead threw the rock 'OK Computer' into the waters. The Computer made everything OK courtesy of Kid A who pressed 'delete' on Radio Active in 2001. The event was called "The Delete." A.D after but no longer 'Anno Domini', the era had shifted to 'After Delete.'

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