Prolific_1011
07-11-06, 04:03 PM
what if life was like a film, the glamour portrayed by actors
scripts ranging from dark disasters, to comedic laughters that end happilly ever after
plus dramas of osama... layered wit the tragic, i compose verses of semi-biographic...
origin, my flow forces undisclosed sources to show gorgeous style of graphics
ima tell it...till the screen rolls the final credits
bible lessons instilled in my my visions for the globes vital presence
the cinematography of poverty is grey, akwardly conveyed...
like september on the 11th day, sadly remembered for relentless pain
in a room, i compose as the pen consumes ink, like on the flesh of a tatted arm
yes its true, i approach growth like souls in a womb of a magic charm
now im out to the movie premiere, for a featured film titled "yours truly was here"
a piece on american soldiers who taunt shiites and sunis wit fear
i step out the pack of rolls royces as a fan voices my name for award choices
on the red carpet, im the target... like coma patients after an awoken sleep
im thrown roses in slow motion like roman kings who roam through my open dreams
i write for the plight of damascus, flashes... of my life held tight in a balance...
on gods fingertips, a composed lyricist with a mic that strikes nights on the planet
lights camera action, we poppin champaign glasses, still tryna get past the fame aspect
im just ordinary people forced to be equal to great actin' wit a straight A's transcript
bodyguards strapped like max payne, rocking fat chains like a black slaves habit
devils toast for the rap games tragic, non-everlasting verbal assasins
i say chill, my skills ressurect dead films wit a burst of harrasment
roles of drug dealers i passed it, pictures...i autographed it
i approach wit a gold jacket, star studded fashion got the globe askin'
who's prolific? son is smooth wit a few moves for the masses
im the savior fiending for paper and sky scrapers... over atlantis
my egotistical behavior won't vanish till im equal to old spanish...
kings that achieve a sense of pride, over the ledge i climb
wit soldiers and vets that carry holsters wit techs and nines
we sparking a fume like jews wit the passion...of christ...
i remove the garbage that consumes the trashes of life
hollywood is the casket for addicts, a parody for havoc
those who dream, conquering a supreme esteem of elastic...
emotions, in my sleep...i seen moses, they run deep like seas and oceans
the glitters and gold keeps me focus, the philosophy of povery keeps me hopeless
now im walking a tight rope, wit the right flow im lyrically exposin'
i spark matches, light a smoke for my soul,
the ashes caption a scroll, unfold and told for the old
after the show... im dancing, romancing the models wit the phattest asses
party bashes...trashing the largest mansions, stashes of cash is the baddest asset
my status is massive, defined by my passion to write a passage
despite the average...days, i display faith on the christ of nazareth
cause' im tempted, a human whose weakend by the strides of a challenge
magnetic attraction...i'm appealing to gorgeous lesbians who wife an actress
plus centerfolds who lust for my genitals, tied to a matress, im sucked dry by the ashes...
of lips that blow like snow in the wind, my flow is a sin...
a verbal weapon, i spit heat like a thermal sentence thats controlled by the pen
im laughin'...as madness surrounds the lavish, bosses and earners
ask no questions, look no further, at least not beyond the wisest observer
grab the burner like nat turner, rebels who birthed intuitive black learners
this is my entrance, red carpet rolled out by the peasants
i stroll wit a mac like harvey and cedric, dough stacks spent on parties and benzes
plus a diamond necklace reflected in dark shades, dedicated to foes rested in graves
waving to those that admire, im the producer, director and writer
multi talented, a passionate...lyrical abuser, raised in sectors of fire
my writing is shining as carribean pirates go after sunken ships
not X man, i hold techs man, and they blow like johnny depp did
my words paint scripts...theatrical pits wit a stench of classical mist,
haunted by old men who died wit niccotine strapped to the lips
oscars and golden globes, crack fiends snorting through a frozen nose
suites wit an ocean view, i roll wit the chosen few, spit on the hopeless fools
what did moses do? part the sea before pharohs on horses could...
intervene, my inner me lusts for the vanity on forbes magazine
making the poor mad at me as they starve from the oven doors lack of heat
now they blast the heat, fastin' your seat
my rhyming...nascar driving...a crisis that crashes your sleep
the root of hispanics and blackness is deep
no paparrazzi's or neo nazi's can clap me cause i mastered the beef
the powers that be...mistaken from the praises that follows the weak
ONE
scripts ranging from dark disasters, to comedic laughters that end happilly ever after
plus dramas of osama... layered wit the tragic, i compose verses of semi-biographic...
origin, my flow forces undisclosed sources to show gorgeous style of graphics
ima tell it...till the screen rolls the final credits
bible lessons instilled in my my visions for the globes vital presence
the cinematography of poverty is grey, akwardly conveyed...
like september on the 11th day, sadly remembered for relentless pain
in a room, i compose as the pen consumes ink, like on the flesh of a tatted arm
yes its true, i approach growth like souls in a womb of a magic charm
now im out to the movie premiere, for a featured film titled "yours truly was here"
a piece on american soldiers who taunt shiites and sunis wit fear
i step out the pack of rolls royces as a fan voices my name for award choices
on the red carpet, im the target... like coma patients after an awoken sleep
im thrown roses in slow motion like roman kings who roam through my open dreams
i write for the plight of damascus, flashes... of my life held tight in a balance...
on gods fingertips, a composed lyricist with a mic that strikes nights on the planet
lights camera action, we poppin champaign glasses, still tryna get past the fame aspect
im just ordinary people forced to be equal to great actin' wit a straight A's transcript
bodyguards strapped like max payne, rocking fat chains like a black slaves habit
devils toast for the rap games tragic, non-everlasting verbal assasins
i say chill, my skills ressurect dead films wit a burst of harrasment
roles of drug dealers i passed it, pictures...i autographed it
i approach wit a gold jacket, star studded fashion got the globe askin'
who's prolific? son is smooth wit a few moves for the masses
im the savior fiending for paper and sky scrapers... over atlantis
my egotistical behavior won't vanish till im equal to old spanish...
kings that achieve a sense of pride, over the ledge i climb
wit soldiers and vets that carry holsters wit techs and nines
we sparking a fume like jews wit the passion...of christ...
i remove the garbage that consumes the trashes of life
hollywood is the casket for addicts, a parody for havoc
those who dream, conquering a supreme esteem of elastic...
emotions, in my sleep...i seen moses, they run deep like seas and oceans
the glitters and gold keeps me focus, the philosophy of povery keeps me hopeless
now im walking a tight rope, wit the right flow im lyrically exposin'
i spark matches, light a smoke for my soul,
the ashes caption a scroll, unfold and told for the old
after the show... im dancing, romancing the models wit the phattest asses
party bashes...trashing the largest mansions, stashes of cash is the baddest asset
my status is massive, defined by my passion to write a passage
despite the average...days, i display faith on the christ of nazareth
cause' im tempted, a human whose weakend by the strides of a challenge
magnetic attraction...i'm appealing to gorgeous lesbians who wife an actress
plus centerfolds who lust for my genitals, tied to a matress, im sucked dry by the ashes...
of lips that blow like snow in the wind, my flow is a sin...
a verbal weapon, i spit heat like a thermal sentence thats controlled by the pen
im laughin'...as madness surrounds the lavish, bosses and earners
ask no questions, look no further, at least not beyond the wisest observer
grab the burner like nat turner, rebels who birthed intuitive black learners
this is my entrance, red carpet rolled out by the peasants
i stroll wit a mac like harvey and cedric, dough stacks spent on parties and benzes
plus a diamond necklace reflected in dark shades, dedicated to foes rested in graves
waving to those that admire, im the producer, director and writer
multi talented, a passionate...lyrical abuser, raised in sectors of fire
my writing is shining as carribean pirates go after sunken ships
not X man, i hold techs man, and they blow like johnny depp did
my words paint scripts...theatrical pits wit a stench of classical mist,
haunted by old men who died wit niccotine strapped to the lips
oscars and golden globes, crack fiends snorting through a frozen nose
suites wit an ocean view, i roll wit the chosen few, spit on the hopeless fools
what did moses do? part the sea before pharohs on horses could...
intervene, my inner me lusts for the vanity on forbes magazine
making the poor mad at me as they starve from the oven doors lack of heat
now they blast the heat, fastin' your seat
my rhyming...nascar driving...a crisis that crashes your sleep
the root of hispanics and blackness is deep
no paparrazzi's or neo nazi's can clap me cause i mastered the beef
the powers that be...mistaken from the praises that follows the weak
ONE