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Date Posted: 19:45:40 02/07/03 Fri
Author: Pat D.A.W.G
Author Host/IP: host-209-214-168-182.sdf.bellsouth.net /
Subject: Piece I call "Immortal tounge" had some thoughts, just working on the rhymes PEACE

Let me spit ta propose a remedy for the common plauge/
receptors adjusted but the message projected is vauge.
Capture the earth when rhymes is cast like iron chains/
correcting its falicies till I eradicate these pains.
Government officals stockpile nuclear missles for war/
got one for every home in the U.S but still want more/
the ability ta destroy every square inch but cant feed the poor.
Skills I sharpen ta bludgeon the eyes of serpants that lurk/
Smoke the grass they slide in still a number from birth.
infamous children burn while experiencing slow maturity/
no name thinking fame gives em purity guns and jewlery.
Too late for some the posion has already done its work/
governments think streets will killem so they wont feel the hurt.
My spine jerks evil qualms motivates the pen in my palm/
my blood runs cold I see my lyrics hiting D.C like a bomb.
Society is now an art gallery hating different minoritys/
majority of us ignore scorns cus we are our own priority.
I think I'am losing my fucking mind ta witness so much hate/
common place is surrvival wit rhyme books like bibles I wait.
Constantly exercising my tounge or is it freedom of speach?/
1776 contracts contradict my contacts truth is a breech.
Loopholes how do u control what another man thinks or speaks/
Grafitti and rhymes two elements in times feeling this heat.
Washington betta send every FED ta silence our predacessors/
I leave my scriptuers like law documents our nation should of treated better.
I continue ta flow similar ta how the world continuosly spins/
mental elevations I attck this nation armed wit books and pens.
7 years of hip hoping I move to the front ta lead'em/
revolutionist spiting my craft like I'am teaching'em/
Its my prophecy slash legacy saliva from my vocab will annoint them.
Till my heart beats its last beat and deflation results in my lungs/
No man alive can stop the methods of the immortal tounge.

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