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Date Posted: 15:59:05 02/02/03 Sun
Author: Pat D.A.W.G
Author Host/IP: host-209-214-169-45.sdf.bellsouth.net / 209.214.169.45
Subject: What up lounge quick spit coming at yall been quiet this weekened. Thinking about our youth and had ta do a quick spit I wanna redo it more when I set up my studio though, anyways I call this piece"Padlocks block ryhme shares"

I spit it for the seeds so they have zero hesitation/
let'em observe the planet with more than calculations.
Numbers and figures displayed conceal certain truths/
lies and thick thighs can confuse our precious youth.
Joys ta pains let'em fly away insted of just running/
burning out they shoes wanna see'em thrive not bumming.
Cunning thoughts infect mic checks like a soulful plauge/
clear and coherant cus what seems the clearest is oftenly vauge.
Killers, attics, swindlers, recive qualms when my pen drips/
like an IV blindly everyone testifies to this shit.
I wanna write the right words wit the right beat don,t cheat/
obeying Christ but at times stray from the path when feeling the heat.
Stand to the side and patiently wait for the next sunrise/
I continue ta write cus this feeling will never die.
My vocals rip across mics like a roll of thunder and light/
storms brew when the labs professor mixes elements of life.
Stay conversing on verses like c-span wit elite strength/
i eat beef like a 5 course meal and knock out they teeth.
I cant allow this bullshit ta blur the next generation/
hip hop has a cause more than producing mourge patients.
Self truths and an alliance wit ya self protect ya health/
posions run deeper than roots teachem the real wealth.
Looking off in the sky I see signs of a complete roation/
I coming full circle understanding reasons through realization.
Young cats need ta rock 1 of 4 elements not bitches and gold/
maybe another young child if the time is cold in journeys truths will unfold.
Like my tounge when it produces neurotoxic saliva, I'm a/
keep it real through times whermankind is sloppy like an old sluts vagina.
Pat the Wordsmith gotta call ta break the padlock and reval certain gifts/
invest in rhyme shares instead of time shares ta uplift.
To the youth of the world real treasuers never consist of diamonds and pearls/
understand hip hop in 360 degree notion and you can easily inherit the world.

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