CircuitJerks.ClearCutSmirks.CuzDareSumSinToSay
JerkCircuit.HurtBlurbShit.DeliveredInSpecialWays
TurfBookSkits?SmurfsTookItForPureSpitVerse.
TIskTaskTerse.WordsTongueCurse.PursePurgedNDispersed
EverygotDambDay!
CrumbDrawnBumsW/AssCoveredThumbs.
SkimmingSkummedChums
ForValumzNVolumes.
Loafers, grunts, folks in organized crime, chauffeur's, drunks, also persons doing time, hobbiests, musicians, lobbiests, magicians, scuba divers, morticians, drivers, even some politicians,
laymen, home makers, mailmen, pastry bakers, cooks and crooks, see we all owe the books.
I’m infested with investments. Contested by all contestants.
Ridiculed by residents wherever the hell I am at.
I’m the dot in their daughter. The bored within these borders.
The slot to see the slaughter, ain’t gonna battle anything but time.
Fought but not sought for. Ask all who care.
Thought a good thing I found with these words
but no one wants to share.
Because I’m the Tinny-Tim of timing at the rim of rhyming
the sun of Shining. “Redrum.” “Gimmee all your bread crumbs!” <<<<<<<<
>>>>>>>So I don’t mind if you do it in a café, studio, or hallways.
If you write you lyrics in a checkbook or in the sides of the old oak trees.
Don’t try to be anyone else or else you’ll end up being a mockery.
Feeble fanatics finesse flagellation better than me. DJ “Slightly.”
I work harder to sweat thicker as so I am more funky.
Had to train to be a locksmith for I couldn’t find the key.
So I exercised my hobbies and emphasized my priorities
and practiced patients to tolerate all the M.C.’s boring me.<<<<<<<
>>>>>>>In turn it’s a waste to wait in haste for any given phase to fade
because before the end of one another begins to show it’s face.
Go retrace the patterns of history from say any given date then
this will all correlate then calculate how YOU can avoid industrial rape
or help the wounds that already gape. O.K! The night accents the day but not every Yin has an absolute Yang.
Too-shay. Follow me. If not my tolerance will see you away
if I’m not hibernating or dilating
the cervix of the musical monster closet case. DANG!<<<<<<<
>>>>>>>Faux pah fugazi pa-pas, broke rich men, billboards top ten,
self-proclaimed eagles that are really hens
and dependent on using a pen.
S.O.’s S.O.B.’s and soNso’s that are so sloppy.
Choppy dick hoppers with a fan base of basically pre-teens.
Thieves of other schemes and dreams.
Artificial intellects just blowing out steam instead off.
Cheddar puffs that are stale soft, trying to be a crisp chip and candy-tits.
Yeah this is my view on the whole rap shits.<<<<<<<
>>>>>>>So I can’t care if you like it in the asshole, toes, or nostrils.
If you reside in a mansion or chilling up in a hostile.
Don’t try to be anyone else because that’s pretty much impossible.
Nocturnal noodles doodle brighter shit than this.
But I give six shits.
Do to the fact that I always give it my best.
Relaxed and undressed or stressed, my words have had to play
my flack-vest.
They’ve elasticized my broke neck,
emphasized my small checks,
and made me excited like a titty man at a boobfest.
( toilet flushing – tainted sludge hub-bub )
There are people Who would keep a Weary eye upon a peep hole Of a door Looking for Someone to befriend before Saying simply I am guilty Of the want to have you with me So it goes We are those Who will say aloud in prose Thanks to thee For finding we The wacky Atma Family We won’t run From what you've done We accept you as our chum We won't hide If you come by We accept you in our Pride Of Lion Cubs Smoking dubs Or if your sober, we don't judge Thanks again, Know its been A creamy treat to call you "Friend"
you need to call me. you need to come to that show on the 19th of july. everyone is going to be there. even lil j and bjorn. you and adam are the only ones not coming from the crew.
scott da ros has sent me this clip of bird doing one of my old songs and then kickin a freezestyle.. shit made me tear up and miss my homies. dope... peep it
