"I had a word with 'sume' and tried to' con 'him"
I flow like air.. you cats must be clothless
ethopians cause you're getting nowhere
begging for please like innocent criminals
for breakfast today i had lightbulbs weed and minerals
yet i'm still not sure if i maintained
kid my rhymes are so lost in time and space
they indentify as cyber
containing more mercury than old Ultra Magnetic record labels
i draw my lines like blood ,from life ,dreams
missions and fables...
i turn tables and run the wheel with steel
my shit is sometimes incomplete
like an un- digested Chubb Rock 6 course meal
i bring up more shit on clean water needing
fish emcees than dredges
to dust off lyrical is my pledges
MC's close to the egdes of thier fears
like daily wall street business affairs
out of sight like Ray Charles witnessing
or a locked up child porn peddler without his internet at night
too many substances
destroyed cells like jail riots
i had an ill word with sume and had to con him
he told me be as fake as you can be
if they dislike you treat those heads
like Pearl Harbour and cold bomb them see
i looked up from my mushroom soup
and told sume" you are illin' troop"
he told me he didn't care and asked if the
flavour needed another scoop,
i said that shits played out like Magics Johnson
he said yeh..and if he's still dipping
we will have to cold name him Charles Bronson
and i said"..don't tell me Death wish right?
and he said i never wished for anyones death
let alone a Mr Right
then it finally clicked like the switch connected to the electric chair
sume is a bitch and needs never again to appear
so i vacated ..
sume was an addicted to his curled palm and loved to masturbate
but never won!...
now he sees no sun
like a murderous father whose mad anger
pulled the trigger on the gun....
and on that note..
i make like two feet,and Joseph Simmons's wife
..cause i'm on the RUN.
peace to all the heads giving my ish dap
"ohhh unstoppable cos my mind is ill"...
I'm tryin' to catch up on post since early saturday and it's monday. So, I'm gonna keep this short. You're ill. Don't find a cure. Die with it. Peace!
thanks for the love Flatliner ...I was taught and critiqued by the best(where is gehosifat anyway?)...boards not the same without him ,stay right.
"I must be like unattended gorse or the sea
cause i always seem to have weed on me"
This kid is ill; but it's late (or early), so I won't elaborate. Just know that I've shown ya some more of that love, love. That's the word. No doubt.
ThE WoR(L)d iS MiNE,
- F l a t l i n e r -
this is a pretty nice piece...alot of strenghts shown here....but some parts could of been better...as far as wording..but overall this is a nice piece....
and the reason probally most cats are sleeping is cause this is realy really long...
i mean i read it all but many kids will click and see the lenght and press back...you know what i mean...
chop up your verse to a average size...and i guranteee more kids read....
just looken out...