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How long will I have to write rhymes? 
Till the time I accept the logic?
Watch it! You’re caught and fastened by fossils, 
No Entry, Kill Bill, with ease as ya see!
With Illmatic words, overheard by not many,
Quick to overlook fundamentals, 
Society is sick, don’t listen, and has nil higher wisdom, 
Will wise words ever call for them?
Mindsets from a different system, 
Blessings Hard!
Remember, with rhythm right from the start,
I said I’m repping my poetry, unleashed and attacking fast,
Am I crazy? Am I insane? 
Language gives us divine pathways, 
Alternative creative waves of thought, 
Do you choose well? Or do you choose evil?
Which way you go only grows by what you follow,
The Poetic Picasso, on all levels, high and down low,
Bringing confusing concepts overflowing with flows,  
Futuristic proverbs glowing, energy blasts frequencies above Adam,
Entangled subatomic atoms, 
Quantum Phantoms intertwined with rhythm and rhyme,
Climb both horizons, colliding with written lines,
My superpowers devour your cloud nine,
The nineties, I questioned societies,
Schemers seen, teams of psychopaths secret and unseen,
The advantage? 
Bridging things misunderstood,
Look you should sight the potential crooks,
By reading alternative books,
Its hooked me psychologically, The keys of Philosophy,
It takes and shakes my psyche with wizardry,
Legendary idioms we witness as we read.
Seem to be constructive and productive,
I just love this poetry writing stuff,
Handcuff me to a pen and pad,
Sacred knowledge lands,
Understanding right where I want it,
Fronting fears and switching up, 
When’s it enough? Tired of wearing ear muffs,
Liars and social dividers connect,
Recollect through intellect and recalling,
Don’t stall, you will fall forever,
Ruled, on auto pilot, never ever seeking,
An ignorant conscious mind,
Easy to find, walking the streets,
Who kick it with peeps who are asleep,
Beep Beep, Acceleration star ship, nothing is too steep,
I keep what is wise, reaping the rewards of repetition, 
The Story Rhyme Magician. 

Quincy Mac
Date Written: 30.8.2016
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