Freestyled Thoughts
Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:28 am
I sit here writing, I allow the storms to pass!
I Think about leaving the next rhymer harassed.
Like a Jew losin' foreskin before the Alchwitz gas,
I'm murda in motion, choppin' 'soda-pops' fast.
You claim hardcore, you put shots across beats,
but ain't ever talked about...around streets,
I stand on two feet, reinforce the concrete.
I'm a rapper connecting the kinetic theory of heat.
Sellin' rock, no '9 to 5' time sheet. Fuck a car.
I'm so high I sit in plane seats.
I put apocalyptic poems on loose-leaf,
An Atheist saying "Fuck the believed creator"
with supreme linguistic visions considered greater.
Sooner or later, powered by a lunar crater
with thoughts equal to the celestial equator.
This vindicator bites the hand that feeds
Walkin' around like Moses holding black roses
attacking till the hands are so raw they bleed.
I'm stressin'. Like Adam pullin' out his rib with aggression.
The winds of war, the stagnate decay of the earth's shore.
produce a dark passion standing with co-existing clenched fists.
I exist to escape through the mind's naturally distorted shape,
blood and power, intoxication.
These are the real needs Of our people...
Our children the most vulnerable!
Life has no sequel, so the weak-will
pay the price in this concrete filled paradise.
The very essence of our wilderness wants to harm us
Genocide by attrition, a warlord's ambition?
rockets propelled, armies patrolled.
Grenades seem the perfect image when used on a road.
Farmers resort to illegal harvests.
Also AIDS reek havoc, the fact is
mortars still hit Aid workers once targeted
Opportunistic violence is how society was founded.
So is there any doubt peacekeepers don't feel the plight!
Cause this war could be ended...
With a single written bomb dropped over-night.
I Think about leaving the next rhymer harassed.
Like a Jew losin' foreskin before the Alchwitz gas,
I'm murda in motion, choppin' 'soda-pops' fast.
You claim hardcore, you put shots across beats,
but ain't ever talked about...around streets,
I stand on two feet, reinforce the concrete.
I'm a rapper connecting the kinetic theory of heat.
Sellin' rock, no '9 to 5' time sheet. Fuck a car.
I'm so high I sit in plane seats.
I put apocalyptic poems on loose-leaf,
An Atheist saying "Fuck the believed creator"
with supreme linguistic visions considered greater.
Sooner or later, powered by a lunar crater
with thoughts equal to the celestial equator.
This vindicator bites the hand that feeds
Walkin' around like Moses holding black roses
attacking till the hands are so raw they bleed.
I'm stressin'. Like Adam pullin' out his rib with aggression.
The winds of war, the stagnate decay of the earth's shore.
produce a dark passion standing with co-existing clenched fists.
I exist to escape through the mind's naturally distorted shape,
blood and power, intoxication.
These are the real needs Of our people...
Our children the most vulnerable!
Life has no sequel, so the weak-will
pay the price in this concrete filled paradise.
The very essence of our wilderness wants to harm us
Genocide by attrition, a warlord's ambition?
rockets propelled, armies patrolled.
Grenades seem the perfect image when used on a road.
Farmers resort to illegal harvests.
Also AIDS reek havoc, the fact is
mortars still hit Aid workers once targeted
Opportunistic violence is how society was founded.
So is there any doubt peacekeepers don't feel the plight!
Cause this war could be ended...
With a single written bomb dropped over-night.