Posted by mIc on 9/5/2005, 4:42 pm
64.121.40.48
syllables form patterns of rythem,
impactin with sickenin wisdom,
when criticle timing is needed for lyrical rhymin indeed men often make the mistake of mistakin me for a route of spiritual inlinement or gawds allmighty messenga on an assignment when I step in bless the mic and decline an applause from people who I think are weak minded and not raw,
u see I find it with in me and to not brawl,
hip hop fa me has come much 2 far 2 fall off the cliff into an endless abyss of bullshit scripts that spit nothin but fullclips of ficticiouse nonsence,
who is this on the mIc?
constant dynomite that bombs all ya battle rights untill ya scene dead by candle light,
i'll be the demon torturin u in the after life,
I was hoping ta get fortanute and resserict u myself and still be breathin 2 add u again 2 the top of my shelf.
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