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Date Posted: 15:23:49 02/03/03 Mon
Author: Pat D.A.W.G
Author Host/IP: host-209-214-171-78.sdf.bellsouth.net / 209.214.171.78
Subject: Keystyle for yall, Just got some time and dropping some thoughts I call it "Distant plains" PEACE

I created a taste of blood on a split tounge/
serpant one battle kids and leave em hung.
I don't shoot but the impact leaves holes and burns/
battlescars on adeolecant lyricist take a turn.
On the terror wheel shatter like a glass vase/
my face was they last vision before heading ta space.
Sometimes taste musty mind rusty rhymes never off course/
diagnostic encoding take aim and suprise like the trojan horse.
Glitter rap cats minds is over what really matters/
I splatter them against grafittied walls mad hatter.
Not a gymnastic but often flip on several occassions/
bugn out while I'am plotting on this hip hop invasion.
Widescreen I display see through em like my sights is xray/
I'am raps armageddon storming grounds like its D-Day.
Fake gang cats get they rags snatched like capture the flag/
try and u die leaving the cypher in zipped up black bag.
I aint got time for stragglers move or get left in the dirt/
my physical is the only thing that really exists on earth.
I craft it organic rhyme messenger on the transmitter/
my analog sound wave leaves a haze on these bullshitters.
Get ya neck in a rope if ya test what u think ain't ill/
how come when I approach cyphers u suddenly get a cold chill.
You only leak when u think get a grommit for ya ears/
ya peers is half witted bout ta leave em wit tears.
Snap out of ya dreams ya see u aint an emcee wit soul gain/
I represent lyrics that maintain when steeping on distant plains.
Hip hop messiah set mics on fire walking in a black robe/
cults not collected ressurected an art when I roam.
The outter edges of space freestyles is hard ta overturn/
my vocals is like a match ta gasoline battle me and catch 3rd degree burns.

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