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Date Posted: 20:50:30 02/27/03 Thu
Author: Pat D.A.W.G
Author Host/IP: host-216-76-184-21.sdf.bellsouth.net / 216.76.184.21
Subject: Trying ta stay up and regain movement to this pen PEACE

I'am out ta invade the mental space of this entire emcee race/
flipping grey matters by climbing lyrical ladders ta evolve a plausible taste.
Bitter spits only shows weak shit but motivates many attempts to rejuvenate.
High forces of energy surround my sound ta elevate and dominate.
I've tasted my tears, swallowed my fears until my stomach is congested/
vomit my phonics apon many pages refusing ta lose when tested.
Waving my hands like a warlock ta find rhythms and break mental padlocks/
so called kings now scream in anger as philosophical theives rob they thoughts.
neva shutting up lyrical uppercuts to those who brag then bluff when it comes down ta knuckle up.
I've had, seen, and heard just about enough of this shit/
DON'T tell me whats real, the deal wit hip hop I'am loving this shit.
Stripping ya pride down, gotta clown when a cat says that hes badder/
next batter, the twist to this pitch turns battling ta cloak and dagger.
ill passions when provoked quietly applying this vocal choke/
sqeezing ya jugular wit muscular punches I wrote/
ya face changes shades of color till I no longer feel the pulse in ya throat.
Another day, another try, clipping pussy cats from behind/
eat the concrete for the beef you brought to my eyes.
Sting like a hornet, the venom you cats drool I pour it/
feel the sensation of this penetration ya last open mic I tore it.
John Does verbally get fucked like dildoes wit organic flows/
homegrown watering seeds of rhyme schemes ta mature and grow.
young ones claim thug games wit dope rocks hot glocks and stashes of guns/
i'am bout ta bitch smack these suckas back to where the hell they come from.
whats the hardcore stance for? u know your in limbo/
cant decide, everyday hats stray ta differnt sides/
u cant shine wit life u speak but only leak knowledge of a bimbo.
magnetic substance atrract the opposite of ya ugliness/
submersed in my lab going mad trying ta obtain emcee thorougness.
My name will confess ta truths in a time of where hip hop is apathetically/
now u know my goal the fact by Pat is dESPENSING aMPLIFIED wORDS gEOGRAPHICALLY=D.A.W.G.

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