The Notebook of Sherlock Holmes
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As I grab the syringe from my drawer
Sit back in the armchair,cocaine galore
What more can a man ask for
As I hear the opening of the back door
I toss the syringe down on the floor
Dr Watson says this like the 100 times before
'Cocaine again, Holmes?'
'Oh hush it Watson it's for my bones'
We go back to work after a few exchanged glares
I go to sleep and go back to my nightmares
I was walking down the crime scene,high
Someone paying the king a coin to turn a blind eye
I was confused, I saw vinegar flies
They were hovering over the lifeless body
Which means that the victim was a cook
The stabs were in the rib,which means the killer was a crook
Unprofessional killing means his hand was shook
A petty thief, who could it be?
Could it be anyone of the Phoenix Tree?
A group of bastards and lowlifes
Leaving nobles with no life,no wife
No money, take their jewelry
Suddenly everything started shaking and was getting blurry
Watson was waking me, I must have been dreaming
That was some case, it would make a fine reading
Another addition in the fine psalmbook
In Sherlock Holmes' Notebeook
Three Stories (Pay Homage)
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A young rapper wanting to make his name known
Spittin knowledge on the corner everybody's mind blown
Teaching his own about their home
A gift is bestown upon young MC Loan
Until he began doing that thing in the vein
The pain is to hard to explain, he contained
The brain of the top MC in the game
But fucked up over some H and cocaine
His name was quickly gone in vain
His mind is slow, in the pits of hell he's thrown
So in hell he roams, trying to come clean
And every time he reaches out for that syringe
His whole life goes back under the bridge
A young X dealer by the name of Chill
No money to eat so he earned his by pill
Everybody knew his hustle and he kept it real
No fancy jewelry nor fancy fast cars
"That shit would only get me behind bars
Cops always on the ones with cash
I wanna be the one who has the last laugh"
He would beat up those who were late with payment
His home was the hot dry pavement
He made every single arrangement
Chill had connections all around the city
When he's on the job,he's Mr. Incogniti
Life was pretty everything was flare
He had his best homies that were always there
Smoking L by his side,watching his back
Until one day a bitch-ass named Quack
Everybody knew he was a rat on crack
So one day he snitches Chill to the local cop Ted
Ted brings the feds,they loot his meds
And pop few in his head... his fate has been read
Funny how in the dope game you always wind up dead
Whether you're a junkie or a dealer
It has always been known that drugs is a killer
An officer in the precinct, Sgt Miller
Out on a manhunt after some cop killers
8 nasty dudes rolling independently
His job just wasn't meant to be
A pen to me represents making of history
A gun to them represented this glory
Killing innocent officers who wanna do some good
Don't talk about it in the hood cause that would be rude
The sarge caught one dude in the nude with his bitch
Beat him up all night, it was a solo-lynch
The second one was on the corner dealing the weed
Beat him up all night, got all the answers he need
Put this one in jail, Sarge was derailed
Three of them were running and failed
Three remaining heard the news and bailed
Sgt Miller's purpose still wasn't fulfilled
The number of cop killers still isn't nilled
He went after them,across the whole country
The three found him,not the other way around
Three shots to the heart, Officer Down....
Short Freestyle (Colorless)
When my story's telling I rise like yeast
I'm Heavy on the Mental like Killah Priest
The beast, who wants you deceased
The least, interested in your deals with police
Twisted images that would scare the monster in the closet
Deposit, a relentless image of senseless
My heartbeat says murder, and I'm not a double-G
Trouble me, you're gonna end up in an obituary
Remember the name,shit just ain't the same
It was a movement now it's a game
Noise of Silence (Insomnia Prequel)
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Sitting in the centre of my four-corner room
Got my knees bended, sitting in gloom
Hatches in my head, swinging for doom
As I sit completely numbed, my lungs
Were gunned from the melody I hummed
I could listen to the air beating on my window
Can't afford this anymore, not even Pinto
My soul is long dead, can't R.I.P.
It's haunt only keeps blinding me
No sound in the area,yet my ears are in histeria
No light reaching my eyes, yet I see the future
I spit in the face of death, and the feeling is mutual
Swung the scythe up,down-slashed it after
Last sounds I hear are hideous laughter
I see the image, and I don't even blink
Next image were some demons giving me a wink
Knights of the Vampiric Order causing disorder
Their swords reeked of terrible odor
Flaming teeth, unbearably colder
Then the south polar, cap, I can't adapt
Still in my room, thinking this crap
I need to snap, all I need is a slap
Can't get out of it's got me in its palms
Until I heard a scream of a thousand bombs
It was heard from here, to Dar Es Salaam
My ears were terrorized like it's Saddam
Then everything was silent, and all I heard was breath
Getting out of bed, my whole body was wet
From sweat, and my mind was swept
I had traumas from pijamas
From only one dream, with horrors not seen on the screen
Since then I haven't closed my eyes, not even to blink
My whole life was standing on an unstable brink
Master of Unfinished Paintings
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Construction of elements upon my enterance
Veterans and gentlemen, a whole population I'm better than
Sitting on the roof gazing on a casket
See half-way through the nightsky, blast it
Intellects combined of five minds in one grind
I would see the whole globe if I was blind
The casket started shaking, although it was empty
Should I rest in peace? It was tempting
Reminiscent of the morning, and how it was blessed
See more papers with death letters than a printing press
Style-makers and trend-setters see more light then a contact lens
Questioned my age, I owned you like a gramps
I had greater intellect than you when I was in Pamp's
If your cash is like your talent, you be living off food stamps
Image after image, color after color, an unfinished painting
Why finish when the whole world is waiting?
Grab a popcorn and watch the show
Another death letter delivered by a black crow
Winter covered in cold,blooded black snow
Switch topics like seasons, the last one was cold
I should send detectives on your ass,because of that style you stole
I craft the mold, I insert the flow, I deal the final blow
I grow, I glow, it's all about me
I desintegrate oxygen in your lungs like nuclear industry
Burning glaciers of ice, not a melted centimeter
The smell of ether, bringing back memories
Scriptures and pictures carved for centuries
None have decyphered them with tons of lecturings
The Romans conquered all of Europe then collapsed
Perhaps, it lasts when it's in balance, not all of valance
War isn't everything, people lived before they invented weapons
Now we have guns that pierce through skin in a split second
Imagine the population increase without war
By the 15th century,we'd have billions of people
Fly on planes with eagles, without weapons that are lethal
Knowledge is needed, and it's a painted picture
Write this down, and tad it on a scripture
