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What's Next? (Social Nemisis)
« on: November 03, 2006, 03:20:54 PM »
What's Next? ( 01 - Social Nemisis)

hook x2
Storms raging/
War facing/
Fear racing/
Bullet casing/
hold your chest/
hold your breath/
oh my god/
god what's next?/

Since the dawn of this earth, i was born to spit verses/
it's like i was cursed so i curse, but in the end it's worth it/
no one has the nerve to consider my words worthless/
if this shit don't get one purchase, it will still ring in the ears of those who heard it/
In these dying times, it ain't odd to see lyin eyes/
my saliva fills with cyanide when it's time to rhyme/
set aside ya cries, it's just a sign of the time/
as long as you still alive don't make your first failure your final try/
a decline in sighs it's obvious that time flies/
seems between brilliance and craziness there is a real fine line/
it's like we're always reaching the end of time like we're stuck in 99'/
decision wise, niggas get caught up and die inside/
many confined eyes are just stars that cannot shine/
they're out of they're mind, just like i'm out of mine/
but i just ain't been caught, i'll make sure i survive/
continue to duck and dive, fuck guns and knives you won't take me alive!/

hook x2
Storms raging/
War facing/
Fear racing/
Bullet casing/
hold your chest/
hold your breath/
oh my god/
god what's next?/



when i close my eyes i see a universe never seen by earth/
i've seen stars super nova and i've seen they're birth/
i've watched boulders erode to dirt, hearts healed and hearts hurt/
and i see beneath the lies that be spoken at church/
my mind sees a perfect utopian society/
brain cells not corrupted by violence and the belie of one diety/
One that's all knowing and all seeing and is obviously forgiving/
because this god is more lineant with sinning/
here, it's okay to feel feelings that may appear differently/
where equality is what the main mission be/


and not be persecuted by sharpshooters who thinks there belief comes first/
and won't shine cause all they can do is fantasize about outside lives/
one random crime waseted valuable time with vivacious thighs and a bottle of wine/

my thoughts on the government? pretty idiotc and dumb/
they bomb other countries and wonder where we get the same traits from/
take out our hate with guns, erase the fun, see races shunned/
Kamikaze ourselves to find out that no race has won/
fuck congress, there dishonest and it's becoming more obvious/
jump into an unnecessary conflicts and have the nerve to be taunting us/

like when the larvae turns to a butterfly, i've metamorphosised many times/
but in the public eye, i'm just another guy who loves his rhymes/
from the spring to the summerime/
i've wrote ballads and battlle rhymes, and listed to rhymes as threatening is holding a rubber knife/

hook x2
Storms raging/
War facing/
Fear racing/
Bullet casing/
hold your chest/
hold your breath/
oh my god/
god what's next?/

I'm brillian see? when words start hitten me it's like a symphony within me/
my written piece is glistening above the industry of simple beings/
pay attention my message is lessened without question/
with no comprehension of what i mention, also don't mess with my henchmen/
my quotations be movin nations if you hear what i'm sayin/
I'm cravin that changes are made with my persuasion/
it's amazing that a black pen on white paper can make such beautiful words/
but racisim between the races isn't uncommonly heard/
Democracy is not as it seems, we ain't part of the team we just pawns in a scheme/
constantly, it's often seen the government is speaking honestly/
they talk with speed and suave and sheen it's hard to believe they're wronging me/
the populations taken information that's made up/
of propaganda taping of hateful nations/
some nights i sit and instead of mic spittin i think i might quit/
even though my shit is priceless, i get discouraged by polices vicegrip on knightsticks/

my pen is fluently moving, the suns UV rays are consuming/
it's like beautiful swooning when my thoughts come into me/
my sights been blurred, by catteract, and as a matter of fact/
people can look me in the eye and still stab me in the back/
i've been flowin before niggas was causing trouble/
before the launch of the hubble shuttle, before Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble/
I feel like the only boy not incased in a bubble/
I could announce the end of the world and still come across subtle/
on a continuous basis, i translate my creations/
into a more basic language so you can understand what i'm saying when i say it/
maybe i wasn't trained in the proper form of entertainment/
to chain my brain to the top of a plane is the only way to maintain it's containment/
a wild and insane bitch can still have sophisticated arrangements/
like a systematic engagement with the pavement when i listen to the litigations arraignment/
me ruling this shit is of microscopic intrest/
compared to an astronomical distance or crossing the pacific/
it's like the galaxies after me cause i caused a catastrophe/
but the anatomy of those bastards be nothing to how my actions peak/

hook x2
Storms raging/
War facing/
Fear racing/
Bullet casing/
hold your chest/
hold your breath/
oh my god/
god what's next?/



DYNAMIC
« Last Edit: November 03, 2006, 03:23:44 PM by Dynamic »
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Two auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
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Re: What's Next? (Social Nemisis)
« Reply #1 on: November 07, 2006, 09:54:43 AM »
Incredible shit my nigga. Incredible shit.
 

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Re: What's Next? (Social Nemisis)
« Reply #2 on: November 07, 2006, 11:39:05 AM »
that shit was straight  :firedevil:


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