A cartridge at your chart disc, mainstream I depart this with underground darkness/
Sparkless hole shit, i’m controlling it, finger tips, keystyle getting whipped by a lyricist/
PROcessor high enhanced with a b-boy stance through the net with decoy fans/
Biting the keyboard amp, I decrease the ramp, slowdown like a fucktup dance/
Profile of a golden child, PHONY emcees press redial, distressed and fouled/
You stress futile lyrics oppress a smile gimmicks, mainstream text for critics/
Minutes of politic bullshit I admit it that I don’t credit lies of “wiser” mimics/
I disclose foes, patriotism, disciple those who are embryos inside hoes/
Problems in bottoms, cold like autumn lack the basic honors of hiphop, you taught em/
Something sacred made some hatred of today’s forsaken, wish I could I tape it/
But I’m a demo inside the making of tomorrow’s RAPeing, watch as the ape gets naked/
Cause truth is the living proof of todays fake loot, they green but of envy, face the roots/
The disciples we recruit the real, watch as nobody gets the suit cause my anger is ready to shoot...ya lost your shit like iggy pop lost his boot.....lol
(PROPHETIC POET)What The Fukk, I Wanna Rip YOUR Fukkin Heart Out/Step On Your Chest First, I Start Out/Their, I Display Your Pumping Weak Muscle/On A Media-Pedistal Like A Druged Out Cheap Model/I'm Mad Like A Bee With An Aggression-Disturbance/I Wanna Have A Fukkin Profession As A Surgen/Cut Out/..No Wait Your Third Optics I FUKK Out/Yeah, Then Torture YOu Playing LeatherFace's Son In A HERbalistic Hut-House/Vooff Vooff, Roaming Around Like A DAmn Mut-Spous/'M Taking My Shited On Spirit And Key-Back/My Portrayment Can't Keep Energizing Negative Feed-Back/My Inner Circle Upon My Soul Can't Be-Black/I DOn't Fukkin Need-That/Both The Rain And Sun Has Disappeared/Now Different Colored Clouds Is What Through The Mist-Appear/On The Ground I'm Living In Constant Flooding Up To My NEck/So I Can't See Where The Fukk I'm Moving, Right Or Left/Front, But Never Back, Cause The Thief/Will Never Get My Torn And Rusty Key/I've Thrown It In The Water, In The See/Of Parasites, That CAn't Grab It's Light, The Wind Degree/355, Fukk Turning Back To My ORIGINAL Point/No One Can Ever Get Me/Only Upset Me, Let Me, Correct Thee/And Say That NO One Is Gonna Catch Or Resurect Me/
Fukk It, I'm Out
Poetic Disciplez '99
I like this. Both of them were dope. But I was fellin Khan's verse a little bit more.
There is a guy(Herb) on here that is offended by the use of the word "Keystyle" , so could we refrain from the use of that word? And also the use of words exceeding 2 sylables. Thank you.
Anger indeed Prophetic that second verse was deadly kid!
that was hot guys. Some dope Disciplez shit!!!! I likes
----you betta wreckognize----
"I disclose foes, patriotism, disciple those who are embryos inside hoes/" <------fav. line!
i liked the raw style that proph started hsi rhyme!
AWAIT THE TIME TRAVEL......
Ebomb>>Dope Keystyle, You Got TightAzzZ Skillz
And Your Last Line Was A Ill Touch, That Was Nice lol
2/4 Of The Poetic Disciplez Representing Again..EXCUSE ME..Poetic SleptOnErz
Poetic Disciplez '99
forgot my name on the beggining of my rhyme......(yes im he)...peace