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Buddah MAC
06-11-07, 09:38 PM
phrase well known on knowin' what you had once you lost it
why today's music got the kid actin' obnoxious
get my sanity un-found, down whatever the cost is
tell me who the boss is, I'll show him out the office
flex a campaign fund to out-stunt the flossers
ain't about crosses, that's calculated losses
pause this so your brain can process
I run with objectives over objects
note my shine ain't off nothin' reflectin'
detect I'm immune to whatever's infectin'
inspect my rhyme to see the auteur directin'
selectin' the time to spark the inssurection
section the world into with me and against
planet got my back when I end the pretense
best defense, good o, so **** the globe intensely
when Ma Earth comes, then time to revinvent we
cuz same ol' same ain't fit to be written
don't fit the description of those who's just sittin'
spittin' prayers onto parched soil, now she seeded
you don't need it repeated; whoever competed defeated
either beat or retreated, I'm conceited? indeed, it's
off knowin' the result when listener or reader complete it
heated as I know these children are our future
out to inject message back in what the youth cheer
you fear my humor fading, it's fate, no more evading
toss atomic verses and leave you tumor laden
awaiting the end arriving or maybe my mercy reviving
latter being used to ensure my love's surving
the hurt currently, but can't combat currency
so my determined truth's the deterrent the
brain detergents can't wash away completely
perminantly stain the game, only I could defeat me

Cali_Bud
06-12-07, 12:29 PM
Good drop Mac, good to see you in here..

Wordsmyth
06-12-07, 12:34 PM
Nice, very complex but flowed well.

theman080
06-12-07, 12:35 PM
same shyt I always say

good ish

stay up

Avalon Artorius
06-12-07, 12:50 PM
get my sanity un-found, down whatever the cost is
tell me who the boss is, I'll show him out the office
-sick

when Ma Earth comes, then time to revinvent we
cuz same ol' same ain't fit to be written
don't fit the description of those who's just sittin'
spittin' prayers onto parched soil, now she seeded
- I dont understand these bars at all

you fear my humor fading, it's fate, no more evading
- wtf?

you don't need it repeated; whoever competed defeated
either beat or retreated, I'm conceited? indeed, it's - sick flow

i like that ur unique in ur style, but u gotta get ur messages across better...