Smoking On Mic Wire as Christopher Reeves Stands Out His Chair -- The Lounge Of Lyricism 2003

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Date Posted: 21:34:45 02/06/03 Thu
Author: G R O T E S Q U E Little Boy Big
Author Host/IP: spider-mtc-tc083.proxy.aol.com / 64.12.105.188
Subject: Smoking On Mic Wire as Christopher Reeves Stands Out His Chair

check it,
before I drop the needle on your arm, fuck a record and flesh rips,
I’m sick of your text scripts
dictionary hand picks
that make no sense
I know my flows simple
more common than it is for kids to get pimples
my styles a 1 of a kind though like inverted nipples
blue nosed pitbulls
I can’t communicate
just can’t relate
cause I’m real and your fake,
can’t play with words twice my weight
with my mind these rhymes I make
while dictionaries lye between ya legs help ya’ll create
I’ll pull the pin out a grenade
throw it in ya face
blow your brains to space
my styles pure sugar cane
custom made
your styles been ate
and left a sour bitter taste
like sugarless lemonade
Ya words have no meaning
tossed around like trash from housecleaning,
mind’s cancerous sun beaming
so get your sun screen and prepare to be burnt and start screaming
lyricists don’t take me serious,
my alias,
till its to late,
increase of heart rate there delirious,
like a drunk who drank to much trying to cut out his own pancreas,
I can amaze in ways that make you sick,
like a girl who can bend over backwards and catch a mouth full of her own shit and swallow it,
dropping Challengers (The shuttle)like Bits(pieces)
hate on me just right
and I’m like Lauryn Hill surrounded by a group of whites
hate-full and ready to fight
full of sugar and spite
ready to stab, pierce, blow my spikes
like a porcupine feeling confined
back up before I react
kick your lungs in till they collapse
punch your ribs with impact that leave none intact
raise your heart beat like Chaney's and suffer an attack
your no match

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At first I was skeptic, but by the end I was smilin'. It's laid back and easy to spit, simple is not necessarily bad. This has that consistent carefree, not-to-serious vibe, Good post. (NT) -- Blueprint, 21:48:55 02/06/03 Thu

"dictionary cats" any time cats say something like that it makes me smile.. I aint never picked up a dictionary.. I guess I feel what your saying.. just I like to be astounded when I read a post.. I hate reading boring shit.. that don't got no feel to it.. I've seen you way nicer then this though.. keep spittin' peace! (NT) -- Pathologist "The Catalyst of ELOHEIM!", 22:38:26 02/06/03 Thu
path peep -- GRO, 23:04:57 02/06/03 Thu

got better as it went on! props!!! -- LIPS, 23:20:12 02/06/03 Thu

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