Spokes
01-29-07, 09:17 PM
My Inner Thoughts
In humility I received a Induction into the Hall of Fame,not so much by skill but trial and error by fault and strain
with butane fortitude and intellectual thoughts that flamed,I attempted to part ya brains and insert concepts that'll rock ya frame
sometimes I succeeded, sometimes I fell short just to rise and fall again
today I ask
what does a word smith give when there's no further words to give,when the fight is won and one cannot come up with a reason to persevere
what’s else is there left to do after He's conquered his fears,what does he do when there's no more mountains to climb
when he's had all he can drink from the fountain of time.He Simply returns back to the dust from whence he came so another great soul can enjoy this life...
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Take a Good Look at The Name, Because its One You'll Never Forget
SPOKEN
good morning ladies and gents welcome to the dawn of text,and im the spawn of death
that'll get you closer to the reaper's stench without uttering a sentence,similar to whispers engulfed in morning breath
get ya flesh torn to bits ya wrist bent out of shape with a morbid grip
yall punches got me bored to ****,I absorb ya hits you ******s blaspheme at me ill scourge ya lips with whips dip in horses ****,the ill **** of course I spit,you whores just flip each others **** and when yours get flipped
you go and call it played me I just call yall gay..
the rite to fame comes only with the right to strain, text is nothing
but a cycle of pain
first they love u then they hate u then they love u again,berate you and wish you dead then they're glad u came
read a line of yours they wished was written by them, and say its played
theres nothin new under the clouds ideas and concepts are nothing but a cycle of rain
my scripts are original, these lines will keep u in awe for days,when it comes to text im a beast pissin in the dirt,hey its not my fault blame gravity if a lil drips in ya face
you cats is ***** I expected hissin but yall purred,yall drops just short of decent and yall call it great I call yall liars,yall should just retire
yall washed up, im in my prime like Pryor prior to the fire!
while yall desire to to be admired i aspire to inspire,but don’t get it twisted like dry twigs get and create a fire
my words may play but they mean buisness my foundation will remain in the hood like the silhouette of a friar!
chea..
I can drop dope and deep spoke the pope of u creeps,I exposed the vulnerable holes in ya zone and I aint talkin cigarette burns in ya fleece!
im the kid that lies within the stark dark unnoticed,lickin a blood stained blade from slittin throats kid
my wit is potent,ghost writer no kidaint a question who wrote this no other than yours truly spoken
u ****in with the kid that writes nicer than hall mark poets!
and all yall know this
it’s the extravagant magistratethe guy yall like so much but feel u have to hate
id have to say theres none more adamant,I wont wear away with yall strongest abradant
matter fact ill rattle ya habitat,then dismantle you not askin you for props just askin u to give props where props is due
I don’t understand,yall *****s be dissin shivas but be the first to take his style and ****in repeat it!
what’s the reason?
do ya own thang,
geez get off his **** he cant even change his alias,without yall incorporating it into ya own name!
but I spy everbody mockin one guy me I made my own lane,propane cant describe the temp of my scribes when I write
my rite is sacrilegious I go after a task relentless,the kid thatll grip ya mask and rip it in half then twist it witness half ya masquerade diminish other half of ya facade cascades against ya damn face and contrasts with vast acridness!
the mass of u bastids is *****es,gaspin while yall ass is trippin sayin dammnit didn’t know spoke had that in em
got that and a lot more before I was penning classics I rock jaws,put more bumps on noggins then clogged pores!
u want more? ok...
Ever since Spoke came ,I manage to bring your lines of thought,Back to the Fore Front like Rogain!
You whores front for no gain there's no elevation in vain levitation,how will u ever grow strength with no pain
no man can leave a real fight unscathe,because that would mean it wasn’t a battle in the first place
just think how could u ever truly win if you would do "anything not to lose"
including breaking the rules!
now that’s so ridiculous it makes me furious,cuz the ones swayin the votes, and pming for nomsi s the same mother****as sayin text aint that Serious!
and moving along...
I had to tackle my weakness to prove im strong,learned meekness
by cutting my feet against the hedges watched my steps to eschew my wrongs
my hands were nailed to the boards time and time again, I adapted until
it only bruised my palms
I stabbed my pen though the classical sounds of symphonies until the blood
soothe my song
My right hand to God,through the best and the worst of it I gave you
my best in my verses kid my only curse on this earth was wit
but I eventually learned to work with it had to get back to my roots
rehearse bit until I was back to my rightful spot HF's Pall Bearer
lowering the unfortunate back into the dirt then fading to black back into
the hurst's tint
In humility I received a Induction into the Hall of Fame,not so much by skill but trial and error by fault and strain
with butane fortitude and intellectual thoughts that flamed,I attempted to part ya brains and insert concepts that'll rock ya frame
sometimes I succeeded, sometimes I fell short just to rise and fall again
today I ask
what does a word smith give when there's no further words to give,when the fight is won and one cannot come up with a reason to persevere
what’s else is there left to do after He's conquered his fears,what does he do when there's no more mountains to climb
when he's had all he can drink from the fountain of time.He Simply returns back to the dust from whence he came so another great soul can enjoy this life...
.
.
.
.
.
Take a Good Look at The Name, Because its One You'll Never Forget
SPOKEN
good morning ladies and gents welcome to the dawn of text,and im the spawn of death
that'll get you closer to the reaper's stench without uttering a sentence,similar to whispers engulfed in morning breath
get ya flesh torn to bits ya wrist bent out of shape with a morbid grip
yall punches got me bored to ****,I absorb ya hits you ******s blaspheme at me ill scourge ya lips with whips dip in horses ****,the ill **** of course I spit,you whores just flip each others **** and when yours get flipped
you go and call it played me I just call yall gay..
the rite to fame comes only with the right to strain, text is nothing
but a cycle of pain
first they love u then they hate u then they love u again,berate you and wish you dead then they're glad u came
read a line of yours they wished was written by them, and say its played
theres nothin new under the clouds ideas and concepts are nothing but a cycle of rain
my scripts are original, these lines will keep u in awe for days,when it comes to text im a beast pissin in the dirt,hey its not my fault blame gravity if a lil drips in ya face
you cats is ***** I expected hissin but yall purred,yall drops just short of decent and yall call it great I call yall liars,yall should just retire
yall washed up, im in my prime like Pryor prior to the fire!
while yall desire to to be admired i aspire to inspire,but don’t get it twisted like dry twigs get and create a fire
my words may play but they mean buisness my foundation will remain in the hood like the silhouette of a friar!
chea..
I can drop dope and deep spoke the pope of u creeps,I exposed the vulnerable holes in ya zone and I aint talkin cigarette burns in ya fleece!
im the kid that lies within the stark dark unnoticed,lickin a blood stained blade from slittin throats kid
my wit is potent,ghost writer no kidaint a question who wrote this no other than yours truly spoken
u ****in with the kid that writes nicer than hall mark poets!
and all yall know this
it’s the extravagant magistratethe guy yall like so much but feel u have to hate
id have to say theres none more adamant,I wont wear away with yall strongest abradant
matter fact ill rattle ya habitat,then dismantle you not askin you for props just askin u to give props where props is due
I don’t understand,yall *****s be dissin shivas but be the first to take his style and ****in repeat it!
what’s the reason?
do ya own thang,
geez get off his **** he cant even change his alias,without yall incorporating it into ya own name!
but I spy everbody mockin one guy me I made my own lane,propane cant describe the temp of my scribes when I write
my rite is sacrilegious I go after a task relentless,the kid thatll grip ya mask and rip it in half then twist it witness half ya masquerade diminish other half of ya facade cascades against ya damn face and contrasts with vast acridness!
the mass of u bastids is *****es,gaspin while yall ass is trippin sayin dammnit didn’t know spoke had that in em
got that and a lot more before I was penning classics I rock jaws,put more bumps on noggins then clogged pores!
u want more? ok...
Ever since Spoke came ,I manage to bring your lines of thought,Back to the Fore Front like Rogain!
You whores front for no gain there's no elevation in vain levitation,how will u ever grow strength with no pain
no man can leave a real fight unscathe,because that would mean it wasn’t a battle in the first place
just think how could u ever truly win if you would do "anything not to lose"
including breaking the rules!
now that’s so ridiculous it makes me furious,cuz the ones swayin the votes, and pming for nomsi s the same mother****as sayin text aint that Serious!
and moving along...
I had to tackle my weakness to prove im strong,learned meekness
by cutting my feet against the hedges watched my steps to eschew my wrongs
my hands were nailed to the boards time and time again, I adapted until
it only bruised my palms
I stabbed my pen though the classical sounds of symphonies until the blood
soothe my song
My right hand to God,through the best and the worst of it I gave you
my best in my verses kid my only curse on this earth was wit
but I eventually learned to work with it had to get back to my roots
rehearse bit until I was back to my rightful spot HF's Pall Bearer
lowering the unfortunate back into the dirt then fading to black back into
the hurst's tint