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Date Posted: 04:38:37 01/31/03 Fri
Author: Pat D.A.W.G
Author Host/IP: host-209-214-168-109.sdf.bellsouth.net / 209.214.168.109
Subject: All right lounge, been elevating a lill bit, searchiing for that level yall..Just soem thoughts.... PEACE

"Caught by the lift"

I walked alone dark vibing to the silence/
Moving to a beat composed by the airs science.
The style is homegrown full bloom in season/
I puff botanicals ta hemostate inner leisions/
bite down cus the stakes is high like the times like me/
In a rush lyrical codes have been defined ta me
I hold time down to the last nanosecond actually/
Mathmatically I reveal realms of time batlling emcees.
Kickn they best rhyme but I'am already in the third round/
Give it in put the mic down Ive already obtained 3 mins of your sound.
Cold winds carry me ta levels where I patiently get equipped/
quietly I created a joint called "emcees in the mist"/
subterranian philosophers can only define these spits.
People who quest blindly usually find an end with second best/
I search ouuter edges and cosmos for a style iller than the rest.
My mind is like an unreleased voulme of Websters dictionary/
Hit wit a hip hop twist but the style varies for pop advasaries/
ta eradicate false realtions when times is scary.
You yell mic check followed by an echoed fuck you in the distance/
I come across seas of time ta crush you in a freestyle wit no witness.
toe ta toe eye ta eye no around but the two contestans/
two samuaris battling by the moons light till ones motionless.
Openess witness this child catch the drift's peak/
meataphors make jaws rip through floors when I speak.
Cast verses like a wizard spoken wit a gods tounge/
I freestyle in the clouds where no snow comes from.
Battles contain a cold verse call me mr.freeze/
emcces froze in they tracks but got cut in half by the breeze.
Violently I battle my image I see in my reflection/
my heart gave up and Now I need a ressurection.
Ya worst enemy can be inner what you don't see/
a man's worst suppressor can be what he claims ta be.
Death and dishonor flow will help me ta be clamer/
full fledge supreme lyricist wit no use for armor.
weak shots can'take it to the level I construct on blaze on/
flames to the fire mic jusifier leave ya masks on.
It's funny when Halloween is now seen 24-7/
yo go check what's hot in societies hip hop section.

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