Author Topic: Ill ass shyt  (Read 162 times)

Rippa

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Ill ass shyt
« on: January 17, 2003, 12:52:35 AM »
gifted scientifics are terrific inscripts
fundemental judgement falls short of real linguists
my rancid image of a child rotting pillage
causes for preachers to grab their necks at the spillage
each village is burned with a furnace of metaphor code
corrosive wordplay causing explosive roads in termination mode
dig deep and peep between the mean lines of this poem so poetik
for years i was neglected but now my rise is cell bred infected
polar opposite of universe rotation is global downfall
thrones defaced in eternal riots of satans downpour
where will you be when empires fall and the weak become strong
you will still be clouded by insomniac layers singin sad songs
i might be wrong but as angels gather their weapons
the devil harnesses the minds of men to infiltrate within seconds
i form vowels and nouns in my mouth and just release
they then become words and verbally shatter the beast
seeing a stream of mean gleamed diamonds exit orally
isnt a site that minds are accustomed to normally
street dweller one foot in the cellar with books upon shelves
candle light illuminates pages into which my soul delves
then i jot my ideas forming picturesque text
and give it to you...please share it with next
yes i'm stressed,but the skars are slowly healing
spark a cigarette up and recapture the feeling
signing off this post to bring an end to this tale
all real lyricists know,that hip hop as a culture will always prevail
Visions Within, And Missions Mixed Depend On Fixing Again
Depict The End But The Summary Intends To Inflict Heads Wit Vicious Friends
Devotin Time To Enscribe My Rhymes Define My Minds Lines
Decide If I Can Try To Combine Lives Without Colliding Wit Mine
Hope My Message Gets Through, Chokin What Seconds Supposed To Prove
Im Guessin Most Of You Are Blessed Wit Heaven To Console And Hold You
I Feel Lost...Ima Stray, No Where To Go, My Eyes Cant See
Frantically, My Actions Lead To Passin Me Whats Happening Its To Gassed To Breath
Im So Confused These Scars Remain Faced Behind Bars, Guard My Same Case
My Defense Is DisArmed ALARMED, Its To Far To Misplace
My Words Are Magic, Concerned Whats Worse Hasnt Imagined
In Minds Rappin Is Worse Its Havoc And Curse In Verses Combat Wit
That Quick, Lives Are Lost Im Frightened Cause My Might Is Gone To Fall
Depsite The Cause Im Fightin Off Its Like I Enlighten You All
My Mind Frame Stays Cracked, Its Time I Repay Back
The Same That Complain The Strain Facts Stay On Board, Let Alone The Train Tracks
« Last Edit: January 17, 2003, 01:08:40 AM by Rippa »

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Re:Ill ass shyt
« Reply #1 on: January 17, 2003, 04:29:31 AM »
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