Prolific_1011
02-24-06, 06:50 PM
i havent posted here in a while, so here is a new verse i wrote.
u see... im not like most, im the red rose among a dozen black roses
a learner, like the servant that worships the steps of moses
my flow causes dirt erosion, uplifting the worst emotions
i see youngsters idolizing false images of lifes infamous plight
cats sinning at night, only to inspire, ignite the fire of lyricists' mic
one who speaks to the the world with spoken word
my poetry's deep like the frozen earth
always in search for the words like a hopeless thirst
i spit poison thats moistens your soul
like the conscience that voices the choices you hold
hidden between the mind and heart for your rhymes to spark
i despise the art, when its taken for granted
we in the matrix and standed, so i ignore the most basic of rappin
son im the lyrical miracle whos blazing the planet
i channel lyrics from spirits and battle critics who bash it
let it be known, i was concieved by letters and poems
the pen was the gem i found embedded in stones
i paint with a stroke of the wrist, the flow is a gift
like the power i hold in my fist, spit as if i spoke with a mist...
of residue, shining like diamonds on a pedestol,
son you not on my level so...take a step back
mic 1,2, yeah check that, i bless tracks
im prolific, the most gifted, no gimics, this is real life
like a war zone wit soldiers busing that steal pipe
a healed life goes beyond the supernatural
i cherish the light, dreaming of trapping the sun in a capsule
damn im buggin, they say sleep is the cousin... of death
im stressed, i know the essense of flesh, but that secret is kept...
quiet, like streets after south american riots
feel my vibe, im able to describe life thru scribes of the most wise
its sickening, the dark visions that prosper
but it only makes me stronger, like david was able to conquer...
goliath, the monster, i spit science proper
heres a few dollars, purchase that same poison you worship
it's how im constanly inspired to compose sacred verses
like the dirt beneath the walls of old and ancient churches
damn, its weird, how i use fear to enlighten my peers
though the years, the sound of darkness haunted my ears
now the view is beginning to clear...
like the diamonds shining on my corona
not the beer, but the gear fitted for soldiers...
who reign supreme, the days are bleek
like a painting that portrays the week
my dome is the home of the brave, no room for casualties
its an art gallery that sparks that heart rapidly
im going at you, its only cause i value my will...
to sharpen my skills, son, how does it feel to be in my realm?
:king:
one
u see... im not like most, im the red rose among a dozen black roses
a learner, like the servant that worships the steps of moses
my flow causes dirt erosion, uplifting the worst emotions
i see youngsters idolizing false images of lifes infamous plight
cats sinning at night, only to inspire, ignite the fire of lyricists' mic
one who speaks to the the world with spoken word
my poetry's deep like the frozen earth
always in search for the words like a hopeless thirst
i spit poison thats moistens your soul
like the conscience that voices the choices you hold
hidden between the mind and heart for your rhymes to spark
i despise the art, when its taken for granted
we in the matrix and standed, so i ignore the most basic of rappin
son im the lyrical miracle whos blazing the planet
i channel lyrics from spirits and battle critics who bash it
let it be known, i was concieved by letters and poems
the pen was the gem i found embedded in stones
i paint with a stroke of the wrist, the flow is a gift
like the power i hold in my fist, spit as if i spoke with a mist...
of residue, shining like diamonds on a pedestol,
son you not on my level so...take a step back
mic 1,2, yeah check that, i bless tracks
im prolific, the most gifted, no gimics, this is real life
like a war zone wit soldiers busing that steal pipe
a healed life goes beyond the supernatural
i cherish the light, dreaming of trapping the sun in a capsule
damn im buggin, they say sleep is the cousin... of death
im stressed, i know the essense of flesh, but that secret is kept...
quiet, like streets after south american riots
feel my vibe, im able to describe life thru scribes of the most wise
its sickening, the dark visions that prosper
but it only makes me stronger, like david was able to conquer...
goliath, the monster, i spit science proper
heres a few dollars, purchase that same poison you worship
it's how im constanly inspired to compose sacred verses
like the dirt beneath the walls of old and ancient churches
damn, its weird, how i use fear to enlighten my peers
though the years, the sound of darkness haunted my ears
now the view is beginning to clear...
like the diamonds shining on my corona
not the beer, but the gear fitted for soldiers...
who reign supreme, the days are bleek
like a painting that portrays the week
my dome is the home of the brave, no room for casualties
its an art gallery that sparks that heart rapidly
im going at you, its only cause i value my will...
to sharpen my skills, son, how does it feel to be in my realm?
:king:
one