REPOST.........man this was sleeped on crazy like........no replies?.....peep fellas, and ladies? -- The Lounge Of Lyricism 2003

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Date Posted: 13:53:25 02/12/03 Wed
Author: styliztik....aka....quote
Author Host/IP: user6.net038.fl.sprint-hsd.net / 64.45.217.6
Subject: REPOST.........man this was sleeped on crazy like........no replies?.....peep fellas, and ladies?

once again!!!
the unfathomable happens, when the passion hits my adams apple, i spit buckets of words set on scaffolds, so artists can dip they brushes in it, ...im AT it AGAIN!!!
when my finga tips grapple eachother knockin knuckles to tackle the one reachin, but i wonder who's gonna hold the pen...
my minds beyond worldly reason im seein 16 instead of four seasons, after that im seein 256, exponentially seeing how we exist, like the colors on some screens, but i stay crisp n clear at 16 bit...
lickin tits, flaggin down a-rabs in cabs, who know now what its like to be black...they actually stop now, no need to run after the back...
the gun wont pop out...if i feel safe so dont try and..trace my moves, cuz the nine aint an eight it can move more than crowds, when it gets in the wrong mood swing, it'll blow through a house...hittin innocents, cuz the recoil makes the hand and arm bounce...ring...
the phone downtown...somebody's been shot and i dont know how...ow!! theres goes anotha....one shot to tha head, it was my baby's motha...wow!!...im alert as red...got work through feds, like i work through legs, tight squeezes, one bust im out wit the south and east brezzes
these skeezas, keep teasun, like i dont got a 9 hunderd and one one reasons to squeeze it...
tazmanian devils and demons...keepin that rope greasened, im in a hole but i cant get away, my health's broke n weakened...sloped toward death, i rose through meth...n crept into CIA files....leaked out into the street, the way they treat me, make it seems like i hate vials...i love stayin packed away...thats only way i know, that CRACK is safe....no one can catch a case, and that means no guns, no one catchin a case...snap em away..but we cant...too many moguls, gold lures, and exposure, souls pure, coke and raw as sugar canes....cooked wit pain...shook wit shame...look again...its the dope man..comin..wit a book of names...u owe him, one arm n a leg...ya brotha owes him his heart and his head...that sister owes her precious part and her breasts, dont mess wit those sacred parts ill give this...my lungs and my brain fo the takin....im not makin no deals, im not the devil hand shakin, his plans breakin...my mans wastin away...god save thou people we pray thee today...how long will u leave me bait me as prey
like u can tell satan behave, and u and i know what he says?...but im watch fo the dreads, poppin up wit the techs, when its time fo war, and we say off wit they heads
ima pop first, watch the birth of a giant, smokescreens been applied so much, i can spot one before they try it, greenhorns dont know, smoke slowly into oblivion, these homes wont explode?..wrote lonely in lebanon...my men is on, to brighter lives, and green pastures....blastin away at tha mastas

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Listen... -- Tizz, 14:30:34 02/12/03 Wed
This was pretty ILL.....I was feeling the imagery ....and the word usage.....flow was nice too......PeAcE (NT) -- Eternal Student (UK), 14:35:20 02/12/03 Wed
Something about this brought out the image of Harrison Ford in "The Fugitive"....other than that, this had bits of multisyllabicism in this....Keep this up and stay up.... (NT) -- h � k �/|_ A \/�...., 15:43:13 02/12/03 Wed
You climbin the ladder man, tight post (NT) -- Double Take, 16:32:43 02/12/03 Wed
ITZ LIKE THIS DOC'...SPIT THE SHIT...ON A MIC...OVER AN ORIGINAL BEAT...AND THEN BITCH ABOUT FOLK$ SLEEPIN'..HOLLA...BE BLE$$ED (NT) -- MAC MI$TA, 00:08:57 02/13/03 Thu

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