some rhymes i wrote...

**Cinematic** · 12-13-2013, 08:02 PM

I don’t know the difference between a ho and a bitch
But I do know the difference between my bros and a snitch
Magnetic kinetic flow you know they gon’ notice this
Pen stroke with a golden wrist
I steadily flow like this competitive
Us open championship flow is outlandish
Backn’ out in the whip im about to smash out in this bitch
Throw system to the glitch
Hit the mental ignition switch
Drop into a whole new dimension in this
Follow the 3 dimensional flow
Tremendous with this
Signature on the insignia
Artistic expression/ hardened by phase change/ clutch the chest with strange pains
You fallin victim to the same thing/
a loss of courage and an original main-frame
Stories that’ll game change/ bust me but trust me, I don’t name names/
Flip scripts like Miramax
You want to hear what you wanna hear, or do you wanna hear the facts?
Strive to resuscitate my own unknown career from collapse
Sit, try to chill and relax, smoke spliffs, bend hundred dollar bills back
Bump the realest cats loud as fuck in my rental home, got a bitch on the phone and 1 performing dome
Savage poems, rear back launch the battle drone, spy on you rattle tongues/ love Sarin in your lungs
Ford, Harrison with a gun, Chase my dreams through the streets, at my peak, destiny
Plantin seeds like a sesame, a unique recipe, verbal WW3, it’s a war of words you mother-fuckers better notice me
I’m one of the coldest; you see, like an overthrow, or an ocean, only a few cut in the same mold as me
Their just a shadow in my showmanship and potency, oculus rift your way to ultimate supremacy
Religion is an occult, better off without the hypocritical speech,
Stay crispy like some toast, in LA now, I brag and boast, lyrical assassin slashin from the west coast
I do the most, po-etic Deuteronomy on this flow, a brand new philosophy,
peep the cinematography on this though, obviously one of the hottest emcees with this
flow
tremendous, stupid sick, diseased with a sickness, gats hugged tighter than new born infants
bjorn bork headband, fly-knit lunarlon, chemical kaleidoscopes, free radicals and isotopes
poisons in the water-stream, toxic steam, incinerate the dream,
left to be a pawn never the king with the queen
head on collision, head spinning like a bullet from McQueen, your being lead to a weak decision
a slight incision into the pit of your mentals, a heroin laced instrumental, homicidal intentions with a pencil
in the essence or the physical, scribble data as author’s to prove what we live through…
shit is miserable
im sharp as Ginsu
play the harp, spark a medicinal, hit the charts on this instrumental, head banger-boogie,
take a dart like a rookie but use it ever-so-swiftly/ so nifty with the penmanship
toke repetitively, mind spin like pedaling spokes/ im a collage of what the nicest wrote
like Tyson when he had Bruno on the ropes/ Colangelo of my team/ I owe this to the dream
the hones is placed upon my wings/ Icarus carries my notions through the sun-beams
reach a new heights/ matched with depth seen by no satellite/
I seek instant gratification/ a faster blade with a mind of Dr. Venkman/ lost and bestowed
Stranded between Xanadu and Dr. Moroeau’s Island/ miss a moment blinkn your eye-lids
Precision lyrics reminiscent of the golden section/ I notice blessings/ I hold the golden possession
Im never frozen when in the session/ go ahead and test him/ you’ll endure an entire lesson
This is raps 101/ ill wax a bum/ I flip the manuscript/ matter fact I man-handle shit/ im a vandal
A vaudevillian animal/ hearing the applause of a million scoundrels/
march the rebels have em surrounding ya/ town hall meeting no they won’t silence us
Let a veteran get his reps/ ace the test/ metaphysics do the rest/
you haven’t a clue smoke that buddhapest/ travelling thorough the quest/ Native Headress
to expand the conscio-us-ness/