LE ILLER "Super Ten" c90

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LE ILLER'S SUPER TEN STRUGGLE
A cautionary cobweb tale, mixtaped straight from the thorax

Yo. LE ILLER, the odious rap king of Crushed Velvet County, was mid-verse—track 4 on his "Super Ten" c90 tape—when he got snagged in a spider web spun out of one full year.

Not metaphorical. Literal.
A whole 365 days looped and twisted into silk: January flaking, June sticky with regrets, and November whispering aphid births.

“Yo, what is this?” he snarled, arms tangled in a sticky August.
His gold tooth shone like an ovipositor under moonlight.
A tiny aphid floated by on a breeze of mixtape static, giving live birth to identical daughters from unfertilized eggs.

“Parthenogenesis, homie,” it squeaked. “No features needed.”

LE ILLER blinked.

Suddenly, a leaf-footed bug appeared on a twig-shaped beat. It laid an egg with a pop like a bass drum, then flew off.
A narrator with an antenna recited over a dusty breakbeat:

“Some creatures be haplodiploid.
The females? Diploid queens of the scene.
Males? Haploid. Freestyle mistakes.”

LE ILLER spat reflexively:

“One X, no Y? That’s how you d-i-e!”

But the web tightened.
Each thread encoded metamorphosis—
Not the metaphorical glow-up kind,
but insect-style:
Complete. Incomplete. Cringe. Winged.

He looked at his own hands. They were larvae now.
Mixtape turning over in his Walkman.

Eight-legged MCs circled, clapping their palps, reciting bug bars:

"Paedomorphosis in the cypher,
Mandibles twistin' like turntable wires!
Asexuals flexin’, no partners required!”

A wasp DJ dropped “Hermaphro-Freak Funk (Extended Sting Mix)”.
LE ILLER wept his final rhyme:

“They said I was odious,
Now I’m just chitinous.
No one told me metamorphosis
could cancel your tour.”

The spider queen lowered herself gently, spinning the final chorus from winter silk:

“You shoulda read the liner notes.”
“Haplodiploidy always wins.”
“Side B is for the nymphs.”

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