Shape Shift

If you look hard enough, you can find me in the Valley of Temples like an incognito Sicilian.

Even though times are rough, I just need one packet of Ketchup to make a staggering Toledo billion.

Miller is no dragon, all puff, though my honest engagement is frowned upon, you see no reptilian.

Warm heart with no muff, my electric guitar bleeds, earning me the nickname of Mosquito Vivian.

I arrest attention without a cuff, I may not fit the bill of the American dream, but I am a Premo Citizen.

Call me out, no bluff, my human investments are shaky, so I just take another bite of my burrito and bid again.

Smooth music, but words are rough, I question any peace offering like the Bushido that got rid of Zen.

I'm a scarecrow you don't have to stuff, every graduation needs a keynote, what took you fifty tries I did in ten.

Get shoe luck and your horse will huff, my ambitions are becoming XXL like flow of Chino's meridian.

Bullet trains don't give you a chuff, the character change is fast with the volatility of a casino, is it Scully or Jillian?

Learn to smile though media guff, my critics need player development, so send them to Pitino and imburse him a million.

All money shot, no fluff, leadership can either flex it's power after the manner of New Jack Nino, or Maddox Killian.

My hypnotism is not gruff, I can produce the stylings of old school Sammy and Dino, or new school Giveon.