Advent Verbal Kent
08-11-03, 01:49 PM
PM and I hooked up on AIM and decided to drop some quick isht back and forth out of respect. Peep it! BEAT is (MHZ, "This Year")
AvK in regular text
Puppetmaster in bold text
The turn tables may wobble but they wont fall down
Spit it so wet your boombox just might drown
From the city's light's to the boondocks we got nice
sounds... when me and Gritty grab the mic .. we burn
speaker cables three blocks down....
The sky claps breaking barriers of sound
No strings attatched...connection underground
You say we're abstract...I say its moving art
gliding behind a prism filled shopping cart
with rusted wheels wobbling as the contents drop
Spit darts that split each other behind one another
until the bull's eye cataracts action cant counter act
matter of fact my matters of fact matter's so much
if I lacked truth the earth's equalibrium would fall flat
you know the drill...the beat thrills
add us to the plot and you got a look that kills...
...We leave rooks shook for thrills, rusty hooks you push
we kill, blood curdling screams ensue from the panic
instilled, when two of the most e-vil.... mental
majestics spill.. metaphors that's epic.. developed
from skills, that's destined to send chills...
interplanetary, intergalatic, cinematic enactment's of
actions guaranteed to smash on the half assed and
stagnant cats that's babblin'...assassin's taxing,
never relaxing, satisfactions attained only when
factions and their facets is lying in fragments....
...ratchet gidgets to fabricate cataclismic gadgets
pull snakes from my sleeve so theirs more space for
magic
displace static then diss position them under your
puffy pillow
so as soon as you stop sleeping, your mental gets
kindled...
we bend, spindle and fold reps, pour your respect in a
thimble...discontent brings death in a suspenseful
cycle of simple...phrases coined wit no expenses
co-joined by the mentals...we on the build and you've
appexed your potential...at break neck speed you
itched to create havoc...now we causing rapid
division and separation of body parts because of your
static...
...Right back were i left it like a dj runnin it back for
the skeptics
F!ck it im on some battle sh!t, opposition apposed
stands on a faulty cliff facing my gusting drift
With a flick of a wrist I strike sicker than a Jimmy
Hendrix rift
My wordery is stronger than forged wheels, steel wills, and factory fabricating poetry so ill
that you might mistake our art that kills for obituary articles
Step to the mic with hulk type might, act like you know
I got the crowd in site forming ocean undertoes, from my flows
The sky claps breaking barriers of sound
No strings attatched...connection underground!!!
The turn tables may wobble but they wont fall down
Spit it so wet the boombox just might drown
From the city's light's to the boondocks we got nice
sounds... when me and Gritty grab the mic .. we burn
speaker cables three blocks down....
NO strings attatched!!! ...connection underground
AvK in regular text
Puppetmaster in bold text
The turn tables may wobble but they wont fall down
Spit it so wet your boombox just might drown
From the city's light's to the boondocks we got nice
sounds... when me and Gritty grab the mic .. we burn
speaker cables three blocks down....
The sky claps breaking barriers of sound
No strings attatched...connection underground
You say we're abstract...I say its moving art
gliding behind a prism filled shopping cart
with rusted wheels wobbling as the contents drop
Spit darts that split each other behind one another
until the bull's eye cataracts action cant counter act
matter of fact my matters of fact matter's so much
if I lacked truth the earth's equalibrium would fall flat
you know the drill...the beat thrills
add us to the plot and you got a look that kills...
...We leave rooks shook for thrills, rusty hooks you push
we kill, blood curdling screams ensue from the panic
instilled, when two of the most e-vil.... mental
majestics spill.. metaphors that's epic.. developed
from skills, that's destined to send chills...
interplanetary, intergalatic, cinematic enactment's of
actions guaranteed to smash on the half assed and
stagnant cats that's babblin'...assassin's taxing,
never relaxing, satisfactions attained only when
factions and their facets is lying in fragments....
...ratchet gidgets to fabricate cataclismic gadgets
pull snakes from my sleeve so theirs more space for
magic
displace static then diss position them under your
puffy pillow
so as soon as you stop sleeping, your mental gets
kindled...
we bend, spindle and fold reps, pour your respect in a
thimble...discontent brings death in a suspenseful
cycle of simple...phrases coined wit no expenses
co-joined by the mentals...we on the build and you've
appexed your potential...at break neck speed you
itched to create havoc...now we causing rapid
division and separation of body parts because of your
static...
...Right back were i left it like a dj runnin it back for
the skeptics
F!ck it im on some battle sh!t, opposition apposed
stands on a faulty cliff facing my gusting drift
With a flick of a wrist I strike sicker than a Jimmy
Hendrix rift
My wordery is stronger than forged wheels, steel wills, and factory fabricating poetry so ill
that you might mistake our art that kills for obituary articles
Step to the mic with hulk type might, act like you know
I got the crowd in site forming ocean undertoes, from my flows
The sky claps breaking barriers of sound
No strings attatched...connection underground!!!
The turn tables may wobble but they wont fall down
Spit it so wet the boombox just might drown
From the city's light's to the boondocks we got nice
sounds... when me and Gritty grab the mic .. we burn
speaker cables three blocks down....
NO strings attatched!!! ...connection underground