[center]every morning assuming i have nothing pressing on my plate i pick up a pencil and parchment and begin to transcribe the words pouring out from the floodgates of my freshly awakened dream-encrusted conciousness.
this morning… for mysterious and mostly inexplicable reasons… i wrote hip hop lyrics. any other MCs out there thinking they have what it takes, feel free to scribble addendums.
stuffs going platinum. no doubt.
\ stricken \
queens, kings
stand up and throw down ya wild cards
this culture’s just a glitch turned
and all dragons have their end
you know it
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SUPRISE!
SUPRISE
take a gander
at the stupified civilized
too blind to notice
when their own mother
suffers, brutalized
ya right
the end IS nigh
yet these fools
keep all senses
averted from the signs
didja catch the tune
of a potential doom?
didja hear the cries
of imminent demise?
nah, just kept on munchin on
heart stopping grease gross fries
ignorant to the motion
of the destruction notion
soon they feedin’ the flies
and the ones left
ain’t gonna wonder why
NOW
check tha rewild free style!
flashing mystic lights in ya eyes
straight up from the land
of honey and spice and
everything wise
it’s the pedal to the stone
zero compromise
feet light as feathers
we lift and fly
crawling up the winds
lamenting sigh
aim at heaven
the wild always brings us
home on high
every one now
walk away and
don’t bother tellin em goodbye…
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