Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Rhyme Zone Compilation

I was birthed on this earth
Like a blessing dipped in dressing
Submerged from the dirt
With these words for your impressing
All-important controller
Ridiculous rhymes importer
Born to distort the order
With my music recorder
I'll tear this world down
Build a new one as my kingdom
Watch it rise from the ground
Like feeding a beast that's never eaten
--
I quick spit in fits
like an epileptic
like I'm seizing to own it
when my speech captures moments
that are told within real time
every verse within each line
I'm defined by designs
created in my mind
that i put down on paper
bass blowing the walls of my neighbors
music's my lady and i cannot escape her
I'll shut you fools down like an electrical breaker
--
I like rhyming in procession,
progression so impressive
that I can't help my confession
that you're better than me,
it's obviously seen
cause you're comebacks are like lighting
and so beast alike a viking.
I'm trying, not hiding,
which is more than I can say
for these fakes that don't play
within the confines of this game
--
My bozz is the cause that I'm reaping applause
from this popping n' locking and dropping your jaws
I'm stopping this this mocking of chopping and talking
to fast for a proper end to this clause.
Pause. Thank you for the wake up calls
--
Blasting, everlasting, massive amounts of questions asking:
 Why aren't you laughing at the casualties that life is masking?
Gashes on lashed kids, smashing in bashed ribs
 Like knifes cutting plastic, and broken glass dishes
bagging your carcas to cast to the shark pit
 Shaping these words in thirds and in sixes
 Ridding the world of you blood thirsty snitches
 If wishes were bridges less people would burn them
 If fishes we gifted, they'd develop a brain stem
 A sytem that remembers, learns and listens
 to an outside world that would crack, snap, and finish
--
My brain hurts, cause i've got words to spurt,
 but I can't blurt these verbs on an empty verse
 It hurts rejecting a pain inflicting, brain infecting virus
down upon papyrus, envisioned through my iris
 It gets intense though,
as I write with a pencil,
just in case this turns out much less eventful
 I can switch it up with stencils
so the stress won't turn me mental.
--
 I just scattered splattered bladder matter
 due to your vicious brick fist pitches.
That shatter fatter mad cat bragger's

careers and pipe dream wishes.
Amazingly left me lazily gazing at the phrase tantalization

displayed on my web station.
you spit creation like second nature's proclamation to this dying nation.

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