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Date Posted: 18:59:17 01/28/03 Tue
Author: Pathologist "The Catalyst of ELOHEIM!"
Author Host/IP: ppp-67-37-76-175.dialup.sfldmi.ameritech.net / 67.37.76.175
Subject: Key-style for the masses.. welcome the God back.. peace lounge!

Interesting folks where
cobras strike and remote gun-play
In the city of short ropes,
path circular in circuits cracking Jokes
cats scared to laugh at, despite the high-hats
I echo Past that, spitting in the mitten
rebirth of the pre-written Free-
chill with finally in the D,
pushing quarters past Reporters
script the gift sick with articulate shifts
side-Arming alarms/ agile and calm
the kid stall haters in the mall
Damn he hit hard with a loose punch,
lines hanging guys Like tree-stories
I got more then gory styles to kick
From the trunk, punk’s get they head wet
and jump abruptly- Silly to hate Path
he sits on corners smoking hash with
Burners in his backpack
with bloody notes on note-pads
So sad he be at times I asked Intox
who really dropping Dimes on the I-net,
then Sunset answered before the words Set,
Fly still on the fly-by with pen-strokes
caught on the Ether-net-
shit fuck friends I got thugs with computers
With quick hands throwing signs
like pentagrams up Follow our lord
king Satan for the plug- D-lusional
Asked Shamash about how the lounge was in the past
Then laughed with smoke in his lungs hallucinating
From bong-hits, I chill with the pitchfork
asking Gods To jest,
jizz stay splattered on these idiots desk,
coming Back for more,
that last metaphor that crack contours loose
Coming soon/ the gloom from my awareness,
pleasant To some belligerent to the rest
benevolent text I print Holding on like Atlas
passing the test- gripping the tech
Autographed in bloody fingerprints
forensics etched The plot out,
this emcee hates everybody but hold ones
Like Black Orchids Cadburys-
bunnies hopping for checks
I turn cheeks and reflect sex in my eyes,
strippers’ nut-up When I stand up on mics
for the hell of it, they used to claim
They didn’t do this before they was typist
with tight skirts Walking long-legged
like daddy-long-legs with arachnid steps
I was like whatever just bend at the knees
and let your head Touch your feet,
she winked and smiled as she did it-
I’m so Alluring like jays to cannabis fans,
or respect to the black man
Keying my existence to my brethren,
I got the world in my hands
Spinning the axis off balance
just to see the backed up traffic
And tow-trucks caught up in the magic,
I done, sprung leaks
I plug up son,
born lights ready for the dumb with guns
Flashing high-strung- on the run
check the imagery I sung!

No disses in here I was just writing!

Peace to the Gods and Earths!

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