Prolific_1011
07-23-07, 10:52 PM
*self conscience instrumental*
i light 7 candles... before i bless the next track
spit a verse and make the earth jet black
death naps, eternal sleep and death traps
i read journals of peace from stress camps
the ghost of ann frank needs a street with less tanks
now there's a less chance...of social cavities
dreams escape through the known gravity
where energy roams the soul of an old battery
i hope to establish...a vision of less caskets
war is a division of chess matches
the wrong move makes a victim and flesh vanish
truth from street dudes, the misuse could bruise a sky line
street juice, my beats would make an eye blind
what's a lifeline when cats have nine lives
lyrical drive by's, likewise, i spit a nice rhyme
sci-fi, angels fly by illuminated bright shows...
to water a dry mind that might grow...
levels beyond me and the ghetto concrete
we settle for lenos and cosby's
i want the truth uncut like a wreckless tyson
michael... eric dyson on the steps of a mayan...
temple, where giant pebbles become a rhymin' pencil
a crying echoe, i chose the road of dying peddals
understand, novelist rhyme, son of god, son of man
the son of sam spies gutter spots with summer tans
from roaches to a mind that's focused
growth is...the depths of a timeless ocean
deep among a pirates chest
greed makes a divided mess
we want the best though, gold and gemstones
i flow and check poems
that make you shiver like cold and wet clothes
before time is gone like the selfish dawn...
sinners read psalms and scream "help us God"
i repel scars, more bars than fidel guards
lebanon, more bombs in the gaza strip
i spit, never gone 'til my stanza splits...
the granite, the earth, the planet
whatever, a casket, a verse...i crack it
truth is a feared premonition of the sky's demolition
i see visions, near predictions in high definition
among the ashes, should arise the precious phoenix
to guide us...
when the masses choose to fight for jealous reasons
the story was all told by three prophets
i breathe knowledge, ebonics...
i speak... to god's of the sky and street
plus astronaouts that climb and reach...
space, defying odds when they chase a flying star
days of buying cars, nah, i rather read the jewish news
imagination, i ride the pages of the new newest book
every form of specimen bit the fruit
heritage, i get in touch with skeletons too
dry bones used for medicine tools
neglegent schools, a nemesis of positive times
knowledge is blind, elephants abolish a mind
novelist rhyme... i won't pursuit the rap life
whips and chains became the new crack pipe
def poetry, yeah son, i remain the new black ice
one,
:king:
i light 7 candles... before i bless the next track
spit a verse and make the earth jet black
death naps, eternal sleep and death traps
i read journals of peace from stress camps
the ghost of ann frank needs a street with less tanks
now there's a less chance...of social cavities
dreams escape through the known gravity
where energy roams the soul of an old battery
i hope to establish...a vision of less caskets
war is a division of chess matches
the wrong move makes a victim and flesh vanish
truth from street dudes, the misuse could bruise a sky line
street juice, my beats would make an eye blind
what's a lifeline when cats have nine lives
lyrical drive by's, likewise, i spit a nice rhyme
sci-fi, angels fly by illuminated bright shows...
to water a dry mind that might grow...
levels beyond me and the ghetto concrete
we settle for lenos and cosby's
i want the truth uncut like a wreckless tyson
michael... eric dyson on the steps of a mayan...
temple, where giant pebbles become a rhymin' pencil
a crying echoe, i chose the road of dying peddals
understand, novelist rhyme, son of god, son of man
the son of sam spies gutter spots with summer tans
from roaches to a mind that's focused
growth is...the depths of a timeless ocean
deep among a pirates chest
greed makes a divided mess
we want the best though, gold and gemstones
i flow and check poems
that make you shiver like cold and wet clothes
before time is gone like the selfish dawn...
sinners read psalms and scream "help us God"
i repel scars, more bars than fidel guards
lebanon, more bombs in the gaza strip
i spit, never gone 'til my stanza splits...
the granite, the earth, the planet
whatever, a casket, a verse...i crack it
truth is a feared premonition of the sky's demolition
i see visions, near predictions in high definition
among the ashes, should arise the precious phoenix
to guide us...
when the masses choose to fight for jealous reasons
the story was all told by three prophets
i breathe knowledge, ebonics...
i speak... to god's of the sky and street
plus astronaouts that climb and reach...
space, defying odds when they chase a flying star
days of buying cars, nah, i rather read the jewish news
imagination, i ride the pages of the new newest book
every form of specimen bit the fruit
heritage, i get in touch with skeletons too
dry bones used for medicine tools
neglegent schools, a nemesis of positive times
knowledge is blind, elephants abolish a mind
novelist rhyme... i won't pursuit the rap life
whips and chains became the new crack pipe
def poetry, yeah son, i remain the new black ice
one,
:king: