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Battle me, ill thrash thee into dust
Warrior spirit bust with a carnage thrust to ya chest
Evolving the sun into my godliness throne
But the moon says i make her moan
So i gotta plant my seeds into her lunar drones
Midnight admission, crackhead addictions
Street corner benedictions
Minotaur inscription ending in nothingness
Its best that opal u-turns, burn the scar deep within
Dragon blends seethe swords conceived tainted lore
Belize believe nothing else comes close, cuz i wrote IN'I gourds
African soldiery and more, strike existence snare
Pour youth between thin air blocks columbine shocked
Aviators rocked I flew higher than they ever got
Stocks and bonds cropped akuma slash block
My talents germinate brain waves optimistic in nature
Irreligious vapors incompetent
Money rules the defense soon to trial, convictions vile
Shape up son, close is judgment interaction won
Unless hector had the gun and he was the one by your side
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I wanna state a cardiac arrest for ya chest
Detest your own humidity within humanity, cats rest in vanity
Controlling underground charisma the mic got me checking
Wrecking one image of fame at a time
Cursed vines connecting family to 10 o clock news
Dues payed, lives strayed in the fray battling demonic entities
Loving life as it was given to me never forgetting how bad days are now
Whatever happened to old love music and jazzy tunes programed to everyone's ear
Fears hold hearts by the numbers count beyond two plus two into thunder
Anesthetic agility slaying demographic amendment abilities
Beckoning nucleic AC's, base combination weeds
Growing fast forget what you knew last
Before trash wonders pounce into eyes of ghetto stricken children
Stereotyped to end up living in hatreds domain, so much pain
Vividly orchestrated symbolically government debated
No-one has awakened accept a lesser few
Scripted by transcendentalist dues, golden hues and cyripted clues
BOOM!, did you feel my vibe
Arise and cry your hearts content, repent what grounds gravitational
Ration cuz they called me action with a little bit of attraction
For tainted pictures posted on shopping center windows
JC penny pillows, couches and Nintendos
Forget all the unnecessary smiles and hug with love's style
Is it wrong to file times when wrong was right
Darkness was light, she became vigilante bright
Yo...this poetry thing is so tight
I just wish i found it earlier in mainstream ignorance
To electrify my repentance mechanism
Schisms tattooed onto tribal ancestor blades
vector shijin played
Yuki im comin girl
Your my world and much more, although I love Viviana
until my heart dies of pore romanticism interpretations
Pounding silhouettes emancipation anticipate that
See i'm just one of a few that appreciate metaphores
and naturalistic lore, women with imaginative cores
Naw it aint hard, see im just cruzin
but i guess its hard to contemplate daily iluzions.
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Yo I'm not a hater
Or neither am I saying I'm greater
Just more unique than most MC's now a days
Check my rhyme it goes faster than an atomic blaze
Causing changes in distortion frames
I stay humble like ghandi but can rage like multiple atoms packed
Relaxed and cool, dont mistake me for a fool
Ill hit you with these tools
Leaving you in a pool of your own static hatrid
Building truth from lie's creation
I admire nature and what society takes for granted
Seeds planted growing into a painting on a spirtual canvas
High above worldly positions so free
Constantly able to belive the moon breaths
While jupiter concives distant memories
Are ya'll feeling a silent strut down the streets of lust
For the right things ready to see what life brings
Kineticly bringing groovy lyricsim to the scene
Girls seem to wanna come at me mean
But buttercup I could change your world view
Just chill and listen to my poetic clue trust me its so true
Incenative radiating passionate hues blue as december rain
My role models are past pains foriging new age po-e-try
3 syllables just to make you breath my collected essence
No stressing,at the end of the day you'll be loving me more
Your old relationships were a mere tainted haiku bind
But ima pave our path to an odyssey of the mind!
Culture plays a huge part of my plan
Necessarily not culture could stop vultures from getting over
Goverment stands alluding smashed street cans
Wish I could glance into poor man's dreams for one night
I'd know we would all be living free and right
Majority of the peoples wanna go help and fight
Man alot of our citezens dont even have a place to lay their heads at night
Conspiracy lights shining in the darkness of man kind
Just some of my views metaphoricaly inclined
For me good times are somewhat hard to find
guess I'm always carrying the past in present crimes
Heavenly aspirations carry me along desalte valleys named "Gross Domestic
Imagination"
Wandering back fragmentations littered with flooded room cations
Hope you really grasp my motives ms. mother nature
Because I'm loving your pearl patience guild with mad sex appeal
Writing real not trill mobilization onto the paper basin
Nodding my head to some nujabes escaping the rest stress
Blessed and realizing my conflicting intellengence aginst my youth
Its all good, Humble logik always comes swift on tha mic with proof.
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I'm done being stuck in intermissions of love
Seeing doves fly...so high above blue skies
Wandering around lovers lane alone
Jumping at the sound conversing her vocal tones
Maybe today will become different full blown
Sadly strolling below my own heart
Mourning and burning for her touch
Short circuiting the fundamentals in sentimental growth
Just another way to speak peaks of sexual growth below
Although its not all I bestow, romanticism explains my flow
Candle lights overtaking a field of moonlit flowers...
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Fermented intergration of empethatic passion, silent steps, slow concield steps washing the past, slow silent steps allow me to grasp the concept of your anatomy lastly, jumping into pools of civil desputes, documented proof, that other life exists in silent steps, let satisfaction breath death into disapointment!, world religions anniot points pathetic to judge other people's status to be..., silent steps help please, even if it costs you your life, so that i may see my wife again, children cry every night outside city limits, ghosts howling fear through steps soft...walk into the ears of dirt and gravel aloft to see generation V, dragged moments across their own conscience finding nothing but a clear silent step, rejected, not respected, tested, bullied and baffled amongst personal clarity, the boys say hey girl to be popluar lets take silent steps around sexual raity, loss yourself hurting internally, forget vulgarity, if i may bethqueth opoun your soul again those silent steps before hurting irregularity, poetic smooth concelied reffernce kentic deternce, proportional geometric clouds letting down silent drops of blocked future, humanity wants the rings on their fingers called the silent alabaster effect, i want to take silent steps onto the rings of jupiter's unrest.
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Words....are the last thing interpreted inside this problem,
of unjust flames turned black, from burning so long
same old songs sung, which have only begun
but linen sagaciously, from two prodigious beings seen beaming
gleaming in luster called humiliation, through others
invocation the truth just explained deeper insight,
feel my eyes burn with tears outlined in weep
hands twitch to the beat of my hearts dimming trust,
head low, forgotten amongst the flow of serene past mellow
family shouldn't be this way, mother im glad you understand me today,
because nothing else makes me more sad
hatred colors my path, sycamore street reveries undertone growls
painted white, only red fills the night
jagged streets pave distant cries,
I became the little boy who died inside,
lies converted into passion, thrashing hard at the walls
covering my face derailing my pace to trace would only be
the truth.....
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Loving today and hating tomorrow
Rich in personality then courage you have to borrow
Cognitive researchers bless reality, skeptical formalities
Winter makes way, summer bleeds through may
Dogs bark round repentence, mail men run under attack
Sunsets gleam, eventually turning black
Preachers teach serenity, demons reverse duility
Medevil war activists still breath, the innocent die under pleads
Education abide by rules, tho most of the kids say cut school
Penpals meet in the woods, one dosent come back home when they should,
Books enscribe truth, marked by necromancer booths
Lover connect lips, then later connect fists.
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