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..movie idea for 2010...yo, eagles shoulda' won with #5Quote:
Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton
being though, u.s. tried to rinse they sins with the blood of christ...
...man, so, turning me inside-out wasn't the move for 'em
I got a bottomless pit as a groove for 'em...[that's a bet]...lol...
this box is my prison
I watch my listeners concoct digits
locked in position as products of my addiction,
the market is targeted by McDonald's missiles
if I'm not with you then the plot will still continue,
coughs and sniffles lost in the intromentals
raise the rocks of the temple until they slay the simple bosses
pained by profit, insane prophets claim millions lost
contemplate pyramids in Oz, the system is flawed
vigilant strategists gettin quartered and drawn
militant, disciplined soldiers killin villages for promotions,
we are the focus for glowin lenses
global minutemen, holed up in broken and remote pens,
emotionless, frozen stiff by prevailing political winds...
let me collect a thought,
lettuce lectures pressure rocks until they gleam for mobbz
catch my breath, a matrix of dots
take it and chart a blazing trail for marksmen of Solomon
chamberz revolve against hidden reptilians,
spread my IL transcriptions from hell's kitchens to the devil's nemesis
this rebel lyricist, Metal Gear penmanship,
spit villainous pyramids as the wizard of Id
build digits as bricks, compositions and pens,
slaughter the innocent and build coffins with dollars and grit
offered exemption by Hades I let my temptations take me,
walking along blazing lakes with Satan on aching feet
"Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody Hell...and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say."
lit screens watch me as I plot with thieves,
closeted with gods and fiends,
only honesty can fill the hollowness within me
politrix and envy are prescribed as medicinal for many,
digital enemies recommended by the bigger streams
sinners skin knees pleading for diminishing dreams,
unknowingly sentencing seeds to centuries of misery
every hand is raised in the streets,
as I contemplate these things my blade doesnt sleep,
decapitate kings as castles clash with priests
lasting elites tap ashes on crab machines,
this is my craft,
black wings flapping ink over chapters of seas...
I am the author of victims,
the god-like watchsmith eyeballin gotham's structure of chaos and addiction
lost in my commitment to the scientific,
I forgot about the bombs whistlin
involved in particle physics, the world is always endin
humans,
ruthless squabblin children that concoct quantam descriptions and bought into indifference
I tire of their cries, I am not listenin
shocked dissadents argue a hard existence,
they will call me heartless,
but pain departs and leaves discipline
even Jesus' henchmen denied membership when pressured by political measures,
when the malicious repent some call it a sincere attempt,
I contend we're denying the intelligent a guilty pleasure...
Ill Darts
watchmen2 joint is fire
Peace
blood and gold unfolds on the walls of jericho,
cherished robes stained by the changing of goals
flames float on dead seas of hope,
our peace was broken by the pope's disease
roman breeds choke on Eden's seeds,
and now the chosen kneel to an evil king
I can see the greed in the eyes of teachers,
eager to leech the lives some died bringing
leaves fly from the east, westward
diamond minds under pressure to lie with shiny words
I question blind murderers,
use connection wires to push lines further back
fives climb from uncertain tracks and unscratched surfaces to craft unmatched services
savage and unmerciful, the masses lack purpose,
marching backwards as if the past had all the answers
dirty lepers/leopards turn to panthers for change,
chained by mandatory exchanges,
mantis manibles and strange whips contain scripts contaminated by ate fifths
hated gifts and bones forging rose gold payments,
IL stated stones behave as baited foes in cold graves...
I am the slaughter of millions
head honcho of godless pilgrims
lawless civilians caught up in visions of idealism,
you fear being lost outside the boxes of this prison
there are no gods,
no martyrs for your great cause-ality (casualty)
no gauze to wrap bleeding arteries,
now who will your liberal arts feed?
the country's heart beat has hardened to a dark evil,
temptations farmed and reaped,
we now face a dawn of laughing demons with grainy teeth
insane displays of greed,
repaid with interest by bankers of eden
fruits shaken and freed from the most sacred of trees...
follow my sandy feet across demanding peaks,
programmed to be weak,
slow dance with pro hands showing clansmen classic techniques
I have no passion for wet heat,
death is known to be an addict of sleeping kings
it's tragic and easy
fall back and see me come in contact with bastard beats
call it the path of mystique and let Allah Math leak tracks on thirsty streets
what I speak is the birth of a fiend,
immortal diseases reporting from a murderous scene
peer into this searing portal,
more sheep are supporting lords of this whore's regime
I'll C you in court, just think
we could all be at the peaks if it wasn't for "just one more thing"
how about one more drink?
how could we let our young bleed?
running machines, puncturing the lungs of a loving breed...
...if it wasn't for "just one more thing"...yeah, I seen the sign saying "slow down" like "nigga, hold up"...why they think I'm a' slow down, so I can rot?...up...
my weak knees flag,
fleabag, creaking nags flee streets in panic
no greetings from breathing green lanterns,
the G'z standard has been creased by creeping commanders
imagine beez and clansmen handled like cannons,
not the Nick brand, but digital man-
pensive channels brandished like bamboo fans
finished with the tools at hand,
grimace at the ignorance of these foolish plans-
integration with cancerous ways and demands of patience
no more,
my planet is wasting away
dragged in a spraying wake of black hearts and the darkest acts
there is no pardon for the Cardinal's target of attack,
just as our missiles are present participles of our market's lack
narcoleptics are somehow selected to spark the match,
this is an unprecendented and deceptive attack by our presidential cabinet
their dragnets catch the best we have to offer,
that bad son or daughter balled up in a black coffin,
tragic causes of death lingering like a creeping breath in winter's long kiss...
I was made as a weapon,
the blade of a second son
express my message in blood and spread it as Adam's dust
under contract as an addict,
you're contacted by this chapter's flood
my lungs blackened,
breathe the ashes of Exodus
it's no accident facts and events happened next to us
but we remain inactive,
prey to a lack of trust
slaves corrupted by a master's lust,
we prayed
and he paved a middle passage to run
through the blackness they come,
more savages captured by Harriet's tub
I prepared this cup for my brothers to sup with me,
not as government subsidies but a fleet of beez in muddy fatigues
their dusty speech rumbles drums and eats with slugs,
leaked as street drug,
there's no peace for the blind, weak and dumb
i was a local brewer,
fueled by suds and budden lights at yeshua's fish fry
totin broken biscuits,
I went broke to fix this issue of diminishing lines
criminal minds chosen to build bricks,
willing linguists slitting lips and tongues to grip the glistening rungs
dripping with blood,
you can only sense it as winds whispering above
bubbling from under the cosmic crust,
the gods we trust plot savage acts of robbery upon rods of rust
once the strong, now corrupt
powered with a coward's lying trust,
pride and want combined provided the time in place,
riots in a wasteland fading away under pacing sands
I stand under the scorching sun,
the defender of a gate
though others may leave their post or run,
I am stubborn in my labors
slaying ears of corn, taking heads of lettuce through the storm
back glisteninQuote:
Originally Posted by ChristO
I never lack discipline in back stiffenin labours
my spliffs are split with razors
bags spilt are blasted and ashes drift later
sadness drips in craters
so called savages attend the last sacred places
desecrated by ignorance
betrayed, the vigilant are imprisoned
my description is the christian's vision of the end of days
invisible, the indivisible never gets to pray
evidence of existence is still the biggest debate
this plague is a living, independent flame
a witless slave, content with a pittance unpaid
my vengeance rages
penmanship flagrant, dip twin blades in the sage's dissertation
this section's a sprint in spittin creative
impressed with a killer's depth
detectives checked his prints against the printed page
a frustrated witness to castration straps waist and waits with an infinite blaze
really feeling all this, especially the watchmen drops. great swords, keep posting.
thanks for the feed. positivity building is always appreciated.Quote:
Originally Posted by Threyev
no doubt. feeling the blog too, for what it's worth.Quote:
Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton