I"ve mastered the art...of killing a beat...then stashin the evidence...
its not a slack in skill...but a lack of intelligence...
that keeps cats desolate...the traps they"re embedded in...
sheer wackness...the trash is embelished with...
paragraphs of letters sent...there in stands the irrelavence...
peers capture the sediments...in cracks of left sentiments...
where kids bask in precedence...and laugh at the presidents...
that think gas is worth blooded hands of several killed...
but relax we"re Nigerians...greedy assed and desperate...
sure we"ve had our existance...and ask for reverence...
just to mask the fact...we casually act as though we care a bit...
when the pressure develops in...
our land so delicate...kids grab a nine and hit...
any cat thats Christain...or just shares their heritage...
tho its sad to bare with it...I long for the day that man can master his ignorance...
and cast it to depths within...
I"ve mastered the art...of delivering...lines with a meaning...
my most basic thoughts" palms...lie on the ceiling...
but why is it seeming...the only style that"s appealing...
just happens to be shared...with 9 other beings...
to minds I"m a genious...even blinds could"ve seen it...
organized in a sequence...in-fi-night till it weakens...
just try and repeat it...and you"ll finally believe in...
the simple fact...that it would be ill advised to read it...
unless u want eyes that are bleeding...a hairline recieding...
your life is depleated...because time will have eaten...
your insides...with the appetite of a demon...
so smile when the beat hits...
or die while you"re sleeping...since I will have beaten...
any sign of your breathing...with rhyme that"ll ceace it...
purify and delete it...to show that lyrics this divine are the reasons...
we strive to achieve bliss...
I"ve mastered the art...of capturing hearts...through out the ages...
even though...there are those...who doubt this statement...
tuned out to races...
we as humans...are too bound to face it...fools bound in chains with...
conformity...conservatives...who frown on changes...
only see the common ground...when...you down on pavement...
from loose rounds and sprayed clips...leave 2 down and weightless...
while a slew drown adjacent...to the depth...only a few found complacent...
like desert sand...only a few grounds remain still...
counting 10 seconds of thought...soon while the brains killed...
thanking goodness no weapon was drawn...
never be too proud to say shit...and you"ll mount the stage with...
a new sound...too loud...to mute down...amazing...
then when you"re crowned the greatest...you can pass the flame...
on to down...who now...sees you as their new found inspiration...
Posted: at 16-10-2010 09:09 AM (13 years ago) | Gistmaniac |
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