NIN_NOOL Posted May 18, 2005 I lick up lakes and abate debates as momentum translates into rhythm.. All my skills I pit them against mentalities that be like stick em ha hah stick em cause my youth Im trying to pick em up Life is ruff and tuff and stacked up against all of us derelict delinquents dine from dawn to dusk if your a jaat joe a chin check is a must.. I gots a lust for metaphors unlocking coridors in the center of the cerebral core.. I'll insert some ill adverbs on your nerves to put your reality on a slant and make you search for daylight like ramp.. My stamp of approval might sound unusual and I don't want to lose yall but I got the call of the wild that's why bufflo's stampeding is my greeting.. I set my sight on defeating the devil with words with no deleting and I still have to worry about him cheating and trying to rearrange my seating.. Sometimes when you get caught sleeping you slept your last sleep cause percussions of repercussions cut deep and on da ill creep comes the grim reap so don't play reality cheap.... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Lois Lane Posted May 18, 2005 Salam That was a very nice flow Keep up the work Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted June 6, 2005 Not much intrest in lyrical relaese,see is much of a tention release as my peace fall in piece feeling alot like his-story told over til it bored me threw me off course see blinded eye (I) like sand force see before i can foresee what what made my people divorce see the'culture and the way of nomad before he colonized me.. I'm not as nice as before see anger has risen inside me. And now... 2b con-tin-new.. salaams. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mz-alpha-soup Posted June 6, 2005 Lyrical release.. I conform with greed.. Eccentric views.. Splurting not water but green figs.. Sharp thorns scratching.. This mind eleviating.. Hidden motive abiding.. Rules changing.. Lyricist cringing.. With mind boggling.. Jibes throw in.. He says pits I say shyt Clashing metaphor Shining like gold Greek methology who wrote if not rogues .. Trading Lyrics wrapping it tight like gloves Throwing this Lyrical release in turmoil.. Mine is a poetic story not like those in Vogue Glamourizing obscenities senidng posts House to house moving like a roach Feeding on which that doesnt belong This lyrical release ... Running like sugar through fingers - how lush.. Thurst quenched with no need... Breathing momentarily - shuush... Falling into dreams... Sleeping plush... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
