Resolved Thoughts ft. Plex and Junior
Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 11:53 am
Complexity
Junior
Allow me to open my rhyme, it seems like my dreams are broken in time/
since I was nine hoping I'd shine, gun to my dome I had to focus my mind/
close to divine intervention,spoke with a cup to my words, I captured attention/
as fast as they'd mention that I was out the game, I was back in contention/
like Obama, smashing convention, these lames fakin sayin I ain't game changin/
the rhymes I write are more painstaking than working at any trainstation/
scared of heights, they are just plane hating, this rhyme is like terror flights/
and drone strikes, for critics who spend their whole life in a battle, mines a pro fight/
won't fright until the fire inside dies like broken stove pipes on cold nights/
you've been told twice, these critics tire quick, they are about to hit road spikes/
I've got a glow like strobe lights, you might look at me like I'm some kind of a genius/
I arrive at this thesis cuz I've been honored more than the highest science achievements/
they lie when they reply to my pieces, they'd die to have this pride an devotion/
while supplying emotion that leaves no eye dry like a fire hydrant explosion/
First of all to all you critics that assault my letters
My thoughts more clever, but still I will applaud your efforts
You frauds can never pressure what's evolved and weathered
Drawn together with clever levers and a resolved endeavor
Pause the lecture, so I can address your ridiculous notion
That I'm dismissive in posting and can't elicit emotion
I'm just so prolifically potent that all my verbs are verboten
My words can stir oceans through verses spurred by devotion
If you've heard what I've spoken then you can't disagree
that rants written by me are advanced philosophy
Mythologically woven, but I'm ill-logically broken
sick wit can't be fixed but I'm probably joking
that's what you're probably hoping, but your parade's getting rain
I'm a blade splitting veins until the mundane are all slain
I'm gas maining your brain and I'm exploding your mind
Reforming your lines until like mine they're refined
Time after time, basically occassionally
hater's be facing me claiming they're as great as me
but they're deceived. They see but not everyone perceives
that i'm in it to win it so give me the crown and I'll leave
Junior
Allow me to open my rhyme, it seems like my dreams are broken in time/
since I was nine hoping I'd shine, gun to my dome I had to focus my mind/
close to divine intervention,spoke with a cup to my words, I captured attention/
as fast as they'd mention that I was out the game, I was back in contention/
like Obama, smashing convention, these lames fakin sayin I ain't game changin/
the rhymes I write are more painstaking than working at any trainstation/
scared of heights, they are just plane hating, this rhyme is like terror flights/
and drone strikes, for critics who spend their whole life in a battle, mines a pro fight/
won't fright until the fire inside dies like broken stove pipes on cold nights/
you've been told twice, these critics tire quick, they are about to hit road spikes/
I've got a glow like strobe lights, you might look at me like I'm some kind of a genius/
I arrive at this thesis cuz I've been honored more than the highest science achievements/
they lie when they reply to my pieces, they'd die to have this pride an devotion/
while supplying emotion that leaves no eye dry like a fire hydrant explosion/
First of all to all you critics that assault my letters
My thoughts more clever, but still I will applaud your efforts
You frauds can never pressure what's evolved and weathered
Drawn together with clever levers and a resolved endeavor
Pause the lecture, so I can address your ridiculous notion
That I'm dismissive in posting and can't elicit emotion
I'm just so prolifically potent that all my verbs are verboten
My words can stir oceans through verses spurred by devotion
If you've heard what I've spoken then you can't disagree
that rants written by me are advanced philosophy
Mythologically woven, but I'm ill-logically broken
sick wit can't be fixed but I'm probably joking
that's what you're probably hoping, but your parade's getting rain
I'm a blade splitting veins until the mundane are all slain
I'm gas maining your brain and I'm exploding your mind
Reforming your lines until like mine they're refined
Time after time, basically occassionally
hater's be facing me claiming they're as great as me
but they're deceived. They see but not everyone perceives
that i'm in it to win it so give me the crown and I'll leave