W.I.Z.E.
11-25-07, 08:37 AM
I was lookin' for something he did on his own but couldn't find it w/ the search feature. Midnite, PM or whoever, if you can find it please up as I'd rather post one of his own works. In any event here's one we did together.
they was the realest, me the fierce realist. threw abacus' picked up the slicer kit it still is. revolutionizin through magnets, pickin up 0s for the biker hit. the floor when he slid, lost his **** isnt even showin it. Blowin cubes 3 dimensional, pull it to the chest, blow away the sectionals. In the sky flyin like birds, talkin like Turks to laughin Kurds. My laughin hurts, so **** it, i suck gasses first. Cry then and keep walkin through this rubix cube. My mirror shattered displayin foolsih tooth, laughin they asses off ****in the gums till they white like they ghoulish dudes. tossin and turnin the Red jack turned black he goin through this too. Bodied the muthafuca but wondered was it worth doin too? Chips fallin, hit me in the head. I sticked Rawlings, picked the dough and left. I stiff the roles of hell, nix the poles in bed, sleep on the floor instead. Found me on a stoop, sittin on my velore suit. felt like eatin but the store's full, called a cat on the cell. ****a didnt pick up, rang the bell. ****, fist banged the cell. Hammered at the entrance, mutha****a had the shell--- my hope needed. His sister i banged her well, not realizin her souls realer than dope's meanest. Damn ****ed up by bein an idiot, saw this whore feenin. I got up to work it but sat back. Not worth it, this complex is workin. Time to shirk it, unbirth it. Lasso the urges, the earth lurches.
W.I.Z.E.
Deranged, derelect distributes desolate thoughts/ desperate I fought, destine to froth at the vision of decadent courts/For a respite I fought, with inner methods that pestered my inner soul/1 dinner told that things would last and make my existence whole/Persistence folds, me into molds of societies ignant prose/while I suppose, what I’m told is truly for my own good/if misunderstood, how can this help be as good as really could/25 revolutions, now I stand pregnant for distribution, wonderin’ if wut I birth is for evolution or execution/My brother is self-esteem, and was fathered by this kid teen, and raised in a field of schemes, and mother who’s name Nieve/Conceived this kid “deceive” who breeds just to believe, that he will get some damn attention with chicks that’s on their knees/Please, father if you here me, dearly, I’m speakin’ clearly/My complex is to simple to steer me in the direction so I turn weery/It’s eerie like Lakes and scary, for dreary mistakes that vary/I’m fearin’ that fate will carry the grudge till I’m dead and buried.
they was the realest, me the fierce realist. threw abacus' picked up the slicer kit it still is. revolutionizin through magnets, pickin up 0s for the biker hit. the floor when he slid, lost his **** isnt even showin it. Blowin cubes 3 dimensional, pull it to the chest, blow away the sectionals. In the sky flyin like birds, talkin like Turks to laughin Kurds. My laughin hurts, so **** it, i suck gasses first. Cry then and keep walkin through this rubix cube. My mirror shattered displayin foolsih tooth, laughin they asses off ****in the gums till they white like they ghoulish dudes. tossin and turnin the Red jack turned black he goin through this too. Bodied the muthafuca but wondered was it worth doin too? Chips fallin, hit me in the head. I sticked Rawlings, picked the dough and left. I stiff the roles of hell, nix the poles in bed, sleep on the floor instead. Found me on a stoop, sittin on my velore suit. felt like eatin but the store's full, called a cat on the cell. ****a didnt pick up, rang the bell. ****, fist banged the cell. Hammered at the entrance, mutha****a had the shell--- my hope needed. His sister i banged her well, not realizin her souls realer than dope's meanest. Damn ****ed up by bein an idiot, saw this whore feenin. I got up to work it but sat back. Not worth it, this complex is workin. Time to shirk it, unbirth it. Lasso the urges, the earth lurches.
W.I.Z.E.
Deranged, derelect distributes desolate thoughts/ desperate I fought, destine to froth at the vision of decadent courts/For a respite I fought, with inner methods that pestered my inner soul/1 dinner told that things would last and make my existence whole/Persistence folds, me into molds of societies ignant prose/while I suppose, what I’m told is truly for my own good/if misunderstood, how can this help be as good as really could/25 revolutions, now I stand pregnant for distribution, wonderin’ if wut I birth is for evolution or execution/My brother is self-esteem, and was fathered by this kid teen, and raised in a field of schemes, and mother who’s name Nieve/Conceived this kid “deceive” who breeds just to believe, that he will get some damn attention with chicks that’s on their knees/Please, father if you here me, dearly, I’m speakin’ clearly/My complex is to simple to steer me in the direction so I turn weery/It’s eerie like Lakes and scary, for dreary mistakes that vary/I’m fearin’ that fate will carry the grudge till I’m dead and buried.