Lost Lyrics
Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 12:39 pm
Wicked elicitor spittin flames that flicker within brains/
Aimin to assassinate asinine amateurs within range/
I’m called an octopus scribblin so many rhymes within frames/ of time that eternity aint long enough to read one written page/
The pen been similar to venom since the pendulum’s beginning/
First I Branded Conscious, now I Assault Diction/
Competitors came talking, then turned into chalk stencils/
Now cats are so desperate for skill they search for my lost pencils/
The rechargeable speech author who speak audio heat outta true leaked audible that reached farther to deplete particles/ Of weak artists who seem comical, seek honest fools to preach awesome news and teach profit routes while we as truth fiends need caution you/
About the mystic methods the media’s lists are text wit/
Material, power and other remedial investments/
Many mediocre messengers, very rarely impressive,/
Beseech fame from fan bases, but never really respected/
Wit the pencil in hand, underground mechanics rip the sickness/
Wit lyrics spinnin victims that’d leave jet turbines winded/
Endin the radio friendly approach usin these lingual twisters, scriptin words in mentals so fast you get cerebral blisters/
Creatin cold meaning via lead lettering, cuz after tracks, I have terms flippin in my mind head like a telekinetic acrobat,/ Transmitting vocabulary from areas I haven’t rattled at/ Pass the eleventh percentile I see where the mind’s expanding at/
Dangerous damager, dismantling dagger stems causing offensive sentences to dwindle down into acronyms/
Minimizing disgraced swine intertwining,/
On some shit that gets my vein’s venom rising/
Using poetry to vocally fill in the gaps/
Now quick developin rhymin has me reeled into rap/
Those bearin the burden of pride, still in the trap/
Will finally realize why I’m ill for a fact/
Aimin to assassinate asinine amateurs within range/
I’m called an octopus scribblin so many rhymes within frames/ of time that eternity aint long enough to read one written page/
The pen been similar to venom since the pendulum’s beginning/
First I Branded Conscious, now I Assault Diction/
Competitors came talking, then turned into chalk stencils/
Now cats are so desperate for skill they search for my lost pencils/
The rechargeable speech author who speak audio heat outta true leaked audible that reached farther to deplete particles/ Of weak artists who seem comical, seek honest fools to preach awesome news and teach profit routes while we as truth fiends need caution you/
About the mystic methods the media’s lists are text wit/
Material, power and other remedial investments/
Many mediocre messengers, very rarely impressive,/
Beseech fame from fan bases, but never really respected/
Wit the pencil in hand, underground mechanics rip the sickness/
Wit lyrics spinnin victims that’d leave jet turbines winded/
Endin the radio friendly approach usin these lingual twisters, scriptin words in mentals so fast you get cerebral blisters/
Creatin cold meaning via lead lettering, cuz after tracks, I have terms flippin in my mind head like a telekinetic acrobat,/ Transmitting vocabulary from areas I haven’t rattled at/ Pass the eleventh percentile I see where the mind’s expanding at/
Dangerous damager, dismantling dagger stems causing offensive sentences to dwindle down into acronyms/
Minimizing disgraced swine intertwining,/
On some shit that gets my vein’s venom rising/
Using poetry to vocally fill in the gaps/
Now quick developin rhymin has me reeled into rap/
Those bearin the burden of pride, still in the trap/
Will finally realize why I’m ill for a fact/