I . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . am on Board.
To Whom That May Choose to Concern Themselves:
Damn it feels good to see.
I create through creativity.
I type skilled.
Skilled type religiously.
Still, I receive constant questioning.
Regardless, the answer is.
Calm like a bomb, explosive like a missile,
Hard like a hammer, I’m sharp like a chisel.
With infinite two cents. Strong five like a nickel.
Particular. Selective. By choice remaining fickle.
My essence exudes exemplary essays, regularly.
Others ease through, while minors gag. I’m hard to read.
I pen peculiarly. Forcefully place poems on blank sheets.
I am art.
Mentals are released, like blood flow, through ink.
The shadow of Mozart.
Unafraid of the kitchen sink.
I dare them, that rarely do, to stop. Concentrate and think.
My prodigals are undeveloped, I their missing link.
With knowledge leaked from consciousness stream, the comp’s futures bleak.
I’ll bite your tongue. What?
I condemn them to eternity of lines from keys.
Statements of certainty solidified by comprehending.
Blinding man of manuscripture. My ovations have been standing.
While other heads sleep, I dream. I’ve been planning.
Succeed at self improvements.
I ain’t asking, I’m demanding.
Infestive like the Plague. Leave a black bruise on a white flag.
The world is my safety. My comp’s the victim of mental freeze tag.
Kids play games, I write rule books.
Regulating loudly. Reciprocating lessors lewd looks.
A single page enclosed by the thickest hard cover.
Versus a vanguard of verses. Producers of board clutter.
I Laugh and Yell simultaneously.
Leave imaginations on their own. To futily recreate my speech.
Question everything. Question my delivery.
Reply out of fear. I’ve felt your lines shaking.
If I could grant myself a wish . . . . . forget it,
I’m already amazing.
Where nothing once lived, I’ve left it all blazing.
Board Addict Gehosifat
(If you’re bored you’re boring.)
Truth, Talent, and Ultraviolent Images. Heads are limited.
This limitless history compliment remains gifted.
Plus, Peace to You, and
"Word is bond like super glue."
(Thank You, Thank You, Me Brethren.)
Feel this, "I grab my tablet and get busy with the pen. Y'all could not be just like me if y'all was my twin"?
Where's that Smyle Cracker Scale?
(I ain't never been rated.)
Jumping Gehosi.....nah, forget it.
i stand in awe, while most stand in thier bedrooms? yasmellme?????
your gems remind me very much of DRE of outkast/ you feel him?
i return the tokens you've lent/
time costs with spiffy, is time well spent/
syllables and vocab, remain well vent/
decypher this and you've been where me and Geho went........///////
Grinna aka Tha Deluxionaire
Your Definitely One Of The Best Poets/Mc's On The Board
This Piece Proves It, This Is So Damn Good M'an, This Post And Cire's&MagicOne's Collab, Are With No Doubt The Best Posts I've Read For A While
Poetic Disciplez '2000
...damn...i should really get sum sleep...but i just had to peep what the rapgehosifat...ya know shit's deep...
keep hittin' that enter key...
daps, stats, and all that to the rap---------(fill in the blanx)
"...death to the ILLUMINATI...I keep hope a lie 'cause it's over for you!"
by the way....
dope.. but why is everyone in love with that enter key??
i mean dam... read the surgeon general's warning in my replies in my post above..heeheheh. .
DOPENESS MR GEHOSIFAT>>>>>>...
Surgeon General's Warning number 2:
Overuse of 'dope' and the giving of props may cause the recipient to experience extended cases of impotence.
dam.. maybe you shouldn't be so skilled?
why must we be in the shadows of the gehosifatian shrouds?????????? ...
you are banned from ever posting again.. you have exceeded the illness quota..
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................and once again!!!!!!!!!
why do i feel like you are going to fuck up mC's heads then just vanish again?
I'm an idiot for ever trying to diss to you gehosifat.....
Damn flowed tightness.....
I likes it.......
tight shit b, no doubt, i was feelin this blazeness
SHITTT son, i forgot how fresh you are, this is historic shit. Your the most talented nigga on this site, by far. Too many for the record books, but this is a fav,
"Forcefully place poems on blank sheets. I am art. Mentals are released, like blood flow, through ink. The shadow of Motzart..."
This Is Tight...
Im liking this...
Nice Touch Kid...
THis madd knowledgable...Nicely Skilled...
~Second City Sunz~
Sharp as a Chissel No doubt...Keep Flaming em..
SeconD CitY Sunz