Prolific-1011
01-11-09, 08:24 PM
yo, if the sun ain't shining as bright as a gold chain
and if the cold rain falls on a slow day...
then i grab the pad and draw a picture like claude monet
the gods don't play, they strike with forces of power
your mothers should've aborted you cowards
'cause lions devour a forest with flowers...
that don't grow, but poison our warriors for hours
as life moves on... through images of my plasma view...
i see how money isn't worth the madness to...
challenge the few who use it for managing fools
doctors should've stuffed you back in the womb
into total darkness like the back of the moon
i'm attaking the tune like jews bombing the gaza strip
que pasa kid? terrorists package bombs like santa's gift
and a baby can't live passed his crib
so i spit... and make my stanza's split...
pages and pages of truth
its amazing how we tasted the fruit...
and now we sin, when i speak, the crowd begins...
to move... as if... dances begin to motivate the masses
my level's above the solar space and planets
yeah, i make the earth spin, my verse ends...
after i'm done with the first, second, and third pen
a coward sold his soul with the coldest flow, my foes oppose...
the power of a souless rose that's planted in the roman roads...
where gladiators... fought for freedom and change
wake up!... the mind could serve as a prison for slaves
be careful what you listen to...
because diamonds and gold reflect the miniscule
most pitiful... side of on the intellect
my gift was set... when my passion lit up like cigarettes
it's easy to manipulate the illiterate
'cause a blind teacher corrupts an honest student
poetical prositution, the constitution... supercedes the masons...
so now i use it to free the nation... from the trees of satan...
demons preach the pages that enables a dream for pagans
telling me to retreat from stages...
is like telling muslims to eat the bacon
life is a jungle, where people swing from the oldest branches
and kids are guided by souless parents...
who demand to know what happended...
life is more than just days... and weekends
i spray my semen... inside virgin lips, my versus kick...
the absolute truth within a church that spits
stories from john and peter, i promise ether to non believers
i tell 'em... the venom is medicine for intelligent men
similar to ink from the president's executive pen
so many questions wanna be known... and outta be shown...
i make it rain, not money but magic like david blaine
i know an actress who hated fame...
an athlete who played a game...
but drugs left him with a deflated brain
when it rains... i was told a demon spits
ask me questions but i plead the fifth, and my reason is...
i can't say much without revealing what my secret is
i tap my feet to a rappin' beat like morse code
ice cold as white snow, my heart was born froze
i spit metaphors like jadakiss, i make em piss on a split image...
of riches and poverty that resides in a sick village
in the african dirt, where cops took a man and blasted his shirt
with red paint, i spit chess games at monks and priests
for months and weeks...
the summer breeze grazes my tounge and cheeks
yeah the same ones with pu$$y residue
don't compare me to cowards with the fewest revenue
i'll prove to federal...
agents... poisonous fruits become edible stations
out the whip... i aproach like a cloud that splits
in my rhymin' prime, i spit diatribes at those you chose to idolize
my stature arose to giant size, beyond the passion of a lion's eyes
in the spring the earth sings, i propose with a second and third ring
the first time... i divorced from my worst rhyme
so that's the reason, i rap about glass pieces...
that reflect visions of infinite rap secrets
beneath satin pillows, the saddest widows hold a jesus piece
after cold nights, i awake from the deepest sleep
summer rain is... depressing as the thought that nothing changes
i listen to the sound of cries from the clouded skies
'cause i rather see how a mouthed deprived...
is always followed by questions of how it dies
the sky is infinite, just like the color prism is
from white to pitch blackness, i spit madness and split planets
i shadow box the rain, i shadow box the snow
and yeah, i got that confident soul, the swag of a novelist's poem
i'm from a world of popular flows and a powerless throne
from envious soil a coward is grown
add water and watch it devour the souls...
of men surrounded by gold, the pen is crowded by trolls
i'm rap's oliver stone... with the camera lenses
capturing the pain, tears and everything that africa stresses
so i squeeze the permanent ink, much faster than a serpen can blink
my destiny brings... beauty in the form of gorgeous ebony twins
i dream of angels selling me wings, as my enemy swings...
but sadly misses, i compose the plot of a drastic mission
i've read history lessons, from the cries of a mysterious pesant
hope ranges from a myriad of legends... to a nefarious mind
beneath shadows of the scariest skies, a rose doesn't care if it dies
and a man who sat in a cell said he never got up after he fell
the logic is backwards as hell...
only venemous minds rather be dead than alive
i grab the bread and the wine... and feed the homeless
if i could, i'll open the borders and freeze the moment
so that i capture the pain, with blood and a pallet of stains
i practice my aim so that hope becomes massive with change
i stay true to my words and hold a promise
life is like a rose that grows in august
imagine... Obama in the oval office...
as slaves watch, tears flow like infinite rain drops...
the imprisonment levels...
cant make the mimicking echoes of pain stop
evolution... one human walked and the other human ran
no question who lost and which one ruled the land
i grow seeds of truth and plans... like a farmer raisng crops
i once saw a sholess man, and gave 'em socks
so i took his hand and made 'em watch...
as my pen and my paper sparks...
stories, as vivid as infinite raging sharks
my skills are lazor sharp, cutting up amazing bars...
into pieces of contagious art
i raise the stocks when i grab the page and start...
to spit it like racing cars... up against massive winds
my talent brings... growth to the tree branch on tims
behind the the eyes of a stained glass, the future holds...
evil and communist views...
foretold by nostradamus, the prophet of doom
he wrote about explosions of rockets and moons
and how knowledge and truth...
lies hidden beneath king solomon's tomb
i once met a man, he cried for a month and a half,
he had grey hair and dry blood on his hands
i guess that's what life does
the darkest clouds could eraticate the bright sun
but he told me... "yo you see this tat? this demon on my back
well, it symbolizes the reason why i'm black
i mean it must be... after the rain, the season is musty
and my lack of the greenest money, got me depressed...
the pain feels like a shot to the chest"
that's the truth like "pac is the best"
i said nah, first off, check the track record
God shines brighter than a black lexus
i'm like chill, life is more than just clothes and light bills
you must acknowledge that souls with mic skills...
share stories of an intimate mind
the sun provides an infinite shine, your luck is no different than mine
so stay positive, and rise above the killers and crime
i'm another rhymin' spirit, here to silent the minutes of time
no one man can diminish my rhyme
it'a pure math and science
worth more than infinite cash and diamonds
i worship my pen and pad, otherwise known as the clashing titans
global warming cooks the planet, eating away the trees and bushes
it's crazy how freedom pushes...
men towards a path of greed and stupid...
ideaology, i feel honestly, like the last of dying breed
living through the trails of my rhymin' dreams
i spit for both scholars and block soldiers
on a cold night in october... i recieved my libra scales
life and death of each side, but it's tilted in my favor
now i'm placing my skills on the blind paper
my thoughts originate from a divine nature
that's a higher power that we can't explain
but i know it exist, even if the world is broken and split...
among dark skies and seas that provide a bright and openess gift
i spit a verse... making your girl start ripping her skirt
the moon shines over a women who flirts... with my poetical skills
i stand so incredibly still...
as massive waves threat the mind and conscience
my rhymin' promise... as accurate as the mayan goddess
so what do we have in common?
i'm as brave as a slave... who ran away from eternal graves
while you remain the same, i prefer to change
now your girls pu$$y is wet, her juices i felt...
drizzle when i unloosen my belt
i train with intuitive vets, some smoke without losing a step
i took it and slept... through dreams with a bullet-proof vest
they drag the blunt over the wooden table
fresh as the wings of a proven angel
i light candles that melt over a woman's naval
and make the mistress lick it off
my bad, that was for a different song
a club banger with the purpose of splitting legs...
wide open like searches of a prison bed
nah, i mean infinite yards of passion, i pray to the goddess actress...
of the movie screen that i call planet earth
souless, as if, a plastic birth... was the method of transit
i see some in search of an exit in panic
yes we can, conservatives said "i guess not"
till democrats strategized a death plot
for a stampede of elephants, who can't breathe intelligence
and spit lies through the filters of speech impediments
and if the cold rain falls on a slow day...
then i grab the pad and draw a picture like claude monet
the gods don't play, they strike with forces of power
your mothers should've aborted you cowards
'cause lions devour a forest with flowers...
that don't grow, but poison our warriors for hours
as life moves on... through images of my plasma view...
i see how money isn't worth the madness to...
challenge the few who use it for managing fools
doctors should've stuffed you back in the womb
into total darkness like the back of the moon
i'm attaking the tune like jews bombing the gaza strip
que pasa kid? terrorists package bombs like santa's gift
and a baby can't live passed his crib
so i spit... and make my stanza's split...
pages and pages of truth
its amazing how we tasted the fruit...
and now we sin, when i speak, the crowd begins...
to move... as if... dances begin to motivate the masses
my level's above the solar space and planets
yeah, i make the earth spin, my verse ends...
after i'm done with the first, second, and third pen
a coward sold his soul with the coldest flow, my foes oppose...
the power of a souless rose that's planted in the roman roads...
where gladiators... fought for freedom and change
wake up!... the mind could serve as a prison for slaves
be careful what you listen to...
because diamonds and gold reflect the miniscule
most pitiful... side of on the intellect
my gift was set... when my passion lit up like cigarettes
it's easy to manipulate the illiterate
'cause a blind teacher corrupts an honest student
poetical prositution, the constitution... supercedes the masons...
so now i use it to free the nation... from the trees of satan...
demons preach the pages that enables a dream for pagans
telling me to retreat from stages...
is like telling muslims to eat the bacon
life is a jungle, where people swing from the oldest branches
and kids are guided by souless parents...
who demand to know what happended...
life is more than just days... and weekends
i spray my semen... inside virgin lips, my versus kick...
the absolute truth within a church that spits
stories from john and peter, i promise ether to non believers
i tell 'em... the venom is medicine for intelligent men
similar to ink from the president's executive pen
so many questions wanna be known... and outta be shown...
i make it rain, not money but magic like david blaine
i know an actress who hated fame...
an athlete who played a game...
but drugs left him with a deflated brain
when it rains... i was told a demon spits
ask me questions but i plead the fifth, and my reason is...
i can't say much without revealing what my secret is
i tap my feet to a rappin' beat like morse code
ice cold as white snow, my heart was born froze
i spit metaphors like jadakiss, i make em piss on a split image...
of riches and poverty that resides in a sick village
in the african dirt, where cops took a man and blasted his shirt
with red paint, i spit chess games at monks and priests
for months and weeks...
the summer breeze grazes my tounge and cheeks
yeah the same ones with pu$$y residue
don't compare me to cowards with the fewest revenue
i'll prove to federal...
agents... poisonous fruits become edible stations
out the whip... i aproach like a cloud that splits
in my rhymin' prime, i spit diatribes at those you chose to idolize
my stature arose to giant size, beyond the passion of a lion's eyes
in the spring the earth sings, i propose with a second and third ring
the first time... i divorced from my worst rhyme
so that's the reason, i rap about glass pieces...
that reflect visions of infinite rap secrets
beneath satin pillows, the saddest widows hold a jesus piece
after cold nights, i awake from the deepest sleep
summer rain is... depressing as the thought that nothing changes
i listen to the sound of cries from the clouded skies
'cause i rather see how a mouthed deprived...
is always followed by questions of how it dies
the sky is infinite, just like the color prism is
from white to pitch blackness, i spit madness and split planets
i shadow box the rain, i shadow box the snow
and yeah, i got that confident soul, the swag of a novelist's poem
i'm from a world of popular flows and a powerless throne
from envious soil a coward is grown
add water and watch it devour the souls...
of men surrounded by gold, the pen is crowded by trolls
i'm rap's oliver stone... with the camera lenses
capturing the pain, tears and everything that africa stresses
so i squeeze the permanent ink, much faster than a serpen can blink
my destiny brings... beauty in the form of gorgeous ebony twins
i dream of angels selling me wings, as my enemy swings...
but sadly misses, i compose the plot of a drastic mission
i've read history lessons, from the cries of a mysterious pesant
hope ranges from a myriad of legends... to a nefarious mind
beneath shadows of the scariest skies, a rose doesn't care if it dies
and a man who sat in a cell said he never got up after he fell
the logic is backwards as hell...
only venemous minds rather be dead than alive
i grab the bread and the wine... and feed the homeless
if i could, i'll open the borders and freeze the moment
so that i capture the pain, with blood and a pallet of stains
i practice my aim so that hope becomes massive with change
i stay true to my words and hold a promise
life is like a rose that grows in august
imagine... Obama in the oval office...
as slaves watch, tears flow like infinite rain drops...
the imprisonment levels...
cant make the mimicking echoes of pain stop
evolution... one human walked and the other human ran
no question who lost and which one ruled the land
i grow seeds of truth and plans... like a farmer raisng crops
i once saw a sholess man, and gave 'em socks
so i took his hand and made 'em watch...
as my pen and my paper sparks...
stories, as vivid as infinite raging sharks
my skills are lazor sharp, cutting up amazing bars...
into pieces of contagious art
i raise the stocks when i grab the page and start...
to spit it like racing cars... up against massive winds
my talent brings... growth to the tree branch on tims
behind the the eyes of a stained glass, the future holds...
evil and communist views...
foretold by nostradamus, the prophet of doom
he wrote about explosions of rockets and moons
and how knowledge and truth...
lies hidden beneath king solomon's tomb
i once met a man, he cried for a month and a half,
he had grey hair and dry blood on his hands
i guess that's what life does
the darkest clouds could eraticate the bright sun
but he told me... "yo you see this tat? this demon on my back
well, it symbolizes the reason why i'm black
i mean it must be... after the rain, the season is musty
and my lack of the greenest money, got me depressed...
the pain feels like a shot to the chest"
that's the truth like "pac is the best"
i said nah, first off, check the track record
God shines brighter than a black lexus
i'm like chill, life is more than just clothes and light bills
you must acknowledge that souls with mic skills...
share stories of an intimate mind
the sun provides an infinite shine, your luck is no different than mine
so stay positive, and rise above the killers and crime
i'm another rhymin' spirit, here to silent the minutes of time
no one man can diminish my rhyme
it'a pure math and science
worth more than infinite cash and diamonds
i worship my pen and pad, otherwise known as the clashing titans
global warming cooks the planet, eating away the trees and bushes
it's crazy how freedom pushes...
men towards a path of greed and stupid...
ideaology, i feel honestly, like the last of dying breed
living through the trails of my rhymin' dreams
i spit for both scholars and block soldiers
on a cold night in october... i recieved my libra scales
life and death of each side, but it's tilted in my favor
now i'm placing my skills on the blind paper
my thoughts originate from a divine nature
that's a higher power that we can't explain
but i know it exist, even if the world is broken and split...
among dark skies and seas that provide a bright and openess gift
i spit a verse... making your girl start ripping her skirt
the moon shines over a women who flirts... with my poetical skills
i stand so incredibly still...
as massive waves threat the mind and conscience
my rhymin' promise... as accurate as the mayan goddess
so what do we have in common?
i'm as brave as a slave... who ran away from eternal graves
while you remain the same, i prefer to change
now your girls pu$$y is wet, her juices i felt...
drizzle when i unloosen my belt
i train with intuitive vets, some smoke without losing a step
i took it and slept... through dreams with a bullet-proof vest
they drag the blunt over the wooden table
fresh as the wings of a proven angel
i light candles that melt over a woman's naval
and make the mistress lick it off
my bad, that was for a different song
a club banger with the purpose of splitting legs...
wide open like searches of a prison bed
nah, i mean infinite yards of passion, i pray to the goddess actress...
of the movie screen that i call planet earth
souless, as if, a plastic birth... was the method of transit
i see some in search of an exit in panic
yes we can, conservatives said "i guess not"
till democrats strategized a death plot
for a stampede of elephants, who can't breathe intelligence
and spit lies through the filters of speech impediments