Liquid Meets Land

[Andrew Bagadounts, Illogic]
Fluid, raging flood
Wrote my name in blood and transmitted it to aquatic animal life
I am seventy percent of the surface
Seventy percent of your central nervous
Ninety-five percent certain that without me your entire one hundred percent is worthless
I am the nonjudgemental [?] outer specie
I am the theses to your entire hypothesis
I am the genesis flip side apocalypse
There probably there’s no accounting for taste
So there’ll be no doubting that I’ll waste your landscape as to the graf paint
My climate’s in temperate zones follow synchronized patterns
Keep rancid air trapped in my underground caverns, I got
[?] on lock, for me the first single-celled organism sprouted feet and began to walk
For me all life begins and if I so desire then from me all life ends
I can slide down wires or make titanium bend, my half life
I’m exponentially [?] squared so you’re half right
I’m kinetic, my potential is to drown residentials and drop down from the cumulus clouds where rains torrential
My individual drops will soothe cats that’s thirstin’
And overflow water balloons still they fooled the first and I’m smooth
Silky origin of all things that are visible
Escape from Alcatraz and swim through me, corrupt criminals
See first it was the Big Bang and from a formless mass erupted Pangea, the continent I’m still surrounding
High end higher forms of intelligence
The purpose is to phase out your existence and cash you into irrelevance
This ocean’s my brain, this water’s not deep enough for the species of us
We stop and discuss and thus we [?] toward the [?]
Nature has equipped us with gills, a nostril face comes in gradual
We tread hesitant onto this earth, that’s our etiquette
Say it enough times and it becomes soulless rhetoric
When the liquid meets land all elements can join at a focal point
H2O meets sediment, that’s my joint
Shake it off, the sogginess and pound it on pavement
You walk upon me and upon me all exists
I am encasement of lava, encompassing basements, thus is my flesh in which you docked your slaveships
I am where your grave sits, your tombstone indents my richness
My stomach is the pit of the Grand Canyon, the dimple on my left cheek is a ditch
I am the foil of the soul in which you build atop
Don’t piss me off or I’ll quake and [?] flop
I am the essence of that clay you derive from
Therefore we’re one of the same, reflections of each with different names
I am that which you dump lumps of waste, my breath has a heated taste
I embrace steam before I exhale into your dreams and that’s not it
I have many orifice, you can tell when I spit
‘cause the aftermath is traces of me in igneous form
[?] is my morphing identity
Transformations occurs as water combines with me
Hold me over a flame to watch me crystallize
Take your eyes, peer through me and glass type ‘cause my fingers star stalagmites
My mind is sharp as stalactites, I am Michelangelo’s David
You made boxes and fill ‘em with me for your children to play with
I am the master of disaster, I was here before and will be here after
Any mammal with ample blood to shed
God flooded my head to punish you all, full of pride but I’ll never fall
I’ll continue to stand on atlas shoulders, a boulder of life I am
Mother, you called me yet you contaminate my womb and assume I can’t move
Force me to become my children’s tomb
I consume a small space in the room of the cosmos
Bloom leaflets to be seen as green from the star seat
The base of a star fleet, the only known oxygen holder
Shield of low zone, you gotta break free to escape me
The only floating rock to encase a race of beings being asinine on a search to path-find for lifetimes or am I?