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my hardcore metaphor mental focus will always maintain




My hardcore metaphor mental focus will always maintain//
I always refrain from the insane thoughts of the brain//
Cover insecurities while I put a lock on the pain//
Put a stop on the strain, of life, I don't often complain//
But how can people understand what is so hard to explain?//
I try to maintain life with a mundane sight//
To the untrained eye, it's seems like I should just plain die//
But I must raise heights, stay clear of campaign fights//
The cocaine bites just give me more reasons to write//
The reason to fight is gone, I just obtain life in an instant//
Livin it like my death is a distance//
When it's clearly up near//
How can I keep trying to live, when life is all that I fear?//


...sorry late, but I gave it a shot. 3nodding
How can I keep trying to live, when life is all that I fear?...Lets go people, sit down, have a beer, pass the dope, we can smoke while we contemplate why lives are choked, suicide... fun? .. no lucid, suicides glum... even though my works been bitten so many times i was adopted by Wrigleys, bastards thought i was gum... thanx for that comment sue, your a realy good emcee, bummer your chewed, gimme one minute to talk behind your back with this random dude... (daym that sue is food)... Complicate my life and i never put down my knife, do you really think i settle with a mic? I thought you knew better, your advice strangles like my sweaters, i wake up to this... no one listens and im pissed... fireworks and flares, big words that catch your ears, liven the air, polute my aura, and give you an astral projection to watch, here kid, stare.
...Somethings not there.
Lucid_Adept
and give you an astral projection to watch, here kid, stare.
...Somethings not there.

astral projection to watch, here kid, stare
critical caution to this sasquatch, I rid, like anti-virus software
head nodding you'll be needing prooper neckwear
beware if you dare to compare against this rhyming hardware
cause i swear I willl tear you beyond repair like a can opener against tinware
hoise convoys i dilver noise as decoys
spitting bars of unbreakable alloys
lyrical machine that deploys and destroys
poison humanity till they turn turquoise
enjoys the poise of schooling schoolboys
a soldier moving for the kill rushing downhill
with a battlecry leaving you at a standstill
spitting until the glass spill, automatic refill
thats the need to know basis of ghosts skill
yo, my skill sick still, so ill i was asked to advertise the tylenol pill
rise from the ashes to bring down fake snitches
causing computer glitches, fear in CPU mouses, keybords in stitches
man this genius with more spit than a aroused p***s
understand the situation, im the climax to a killing conculsion
deep rhyming mission like a swat team sweep operation
its called the swept concept
now ima pass the mic back to my friend Lucid Adept
go ahead and leave the competition sidestepped
go ahead and leave the competition sidestepped... Trying to say im not hard? Need to get your eyes checked... head kept... clean, from the nightmares that hunt my dreams...all these fiends, its not that great being a teen... get off my level, get out of my scene... we'll see who leaves ozzy's place with a spleen... but i never really meant to hurt you...and i never meant to make the pain feel true... bullshit, thats right, i curse, spit and yell in a public place, and get laughed at because of my place in the race... have a taste, its not bad, there, aint you glad you saved face? Stop doing things for other people...live in this moment for yourselves... realy hun, your not feeble...so please just bring your life down off the shelves...
Dust...
Dust... is what you eat when you smirk and try to be slick
Drop som whack s**t u think is sweet, slip, and find urself at my feet
Prepare to meet your jury, judge, and executioner
Cuz we dun put up with phonies with fake stares and fake hair
It's only fair homie, mess wit us and you will get jumped
You better take care homie cuz if u fall you will get stomped
This is my, hood and dis iz my crew, you mess with them u mess with me
Ill emcee reppin chi-town double-7 3
A change of tone, forgive the words coz im mad, drunk and sleepy
and forgive these tears coz im broken down, lonesome and weepy
A mic is all i need to put my words out there and make a stand
And on hand is all i need to hold dis mic and show them all a true man
No weaklings who need a god to hide
Im strong and use my own two hands to guide
I master the mic and have forseen where my body's headin
The place where all strong lyricist go is called emcee heaven
NeonFlarez

The place where all strong lyricist go is called emcee heaven


The place where all lyricists go is called emcee heaven/
where I can collaborate creative with my lyrical brethen/
Devil's kin, no trace within the vacinity/
free to spit, competent on to infinity/
shine with the purity of my flow, as Angel's sing/
lead people to good deeds till I achieve my wings/
then you'll hear me sing, in joy everytime a person repents/
remember my sound for all time, the voice heaven sent/

(Rhyming from work. Sorry, it was really rushed... boss lurking over my shoulder once again.)
remember my sound for all time, the voice heaven sent... Repent, I leave your head like a deformity, bent...after this dope, im spent...cant stop, gimme some coffee, imma go rock, drinking, push someone who's hands on there glock, Im not stupid, i just come across as mindless, blame my anxiety, cuz when im under too much pressure i seem to be spineless, try and test my bloodshot eyes, bring the shock and confusion i recieve from your lies... two lines per bar? Lucids slacking from her par, wrong goal, fake gold, Shut up, do as your told... My slaps sting like frostbite in the cold...
...You've been Told.
You've been told, time and time again
I ain't gonna backstab or betray you, I'm your friend
But they insist on doing wrong and going too far
Start with shady s**t, disturbing, they end up goin to war
Fool! You couldn't understand my anger I crush ur barracks with aerodynamics
I become manic start you campaign without understanding the mechanics
You panic and get crushed under the mighty iron fist
not the one in china, but the one dat writes ur name on the casuality list
And admist all the carnage you took ur shot and you missed, while I dissapeared like the night mist
Everyon knows now nobody cares so you're left for dead
Wet and unfed, they crows'll keep peckniog at ur body till my anger's dead
I know in the beginning you meant well, but you slipped and fell
Into some dark well caused u to punk out, now you lay dead and u smell
What did it for you? temptation made you believe itwas glorious
But in the end the stronger man whose righteous comes out victorious
But in the end the stronger man whose righteous comes out victorious...not y fault im glorious... notorious for ripping up fake heads, like paper mache'...i refuse to rhyme in spanish, holdup thats gun sell records?? OLE! i gut you like a fish and leave your organs on a tray, dont need to be hard, because ive already made your brain cells old and gray...
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((Kina emotionaly dying...cant think starit..))
because ive already made your braincells old and gray...
The government put our brothers and sisters away without listening to what they got to say //
Black judges use 38's instead of hammers //
Our president should be Harriet Tubman and the goverment should all be Black Panters //
Only then can we remove this country from it's long time under terror-curse //
The country is bleeding and it's screaming that it hurts //
More money needs to be spended at the hospitals together with the nurses //
Stackin' up them needles inside their purses //
Ready to inject and save your life that's their daily work //
But still paid so little and we treat 'em like dirt //
Everything in this country need to be reformed starting with the church! //
If this was the perfect nation I wouldn't have had to spit these words //
If the U.S.A. is all o that why couldn't we save the kurds //
This is a freestlye even though it is typed //
But still it can't be judged cuz it's sentenced to be tight //
But still it can't be judged cuz it's sentenced to be tight // ... I turn off the lights in your mnid, pssh, no need to bite, how do you think other emcees actualy compare? no, not realy, because my skills are the only ones there... tear rips in time, out of thin air, pain is this modern world is mental and not fureal, I dont get scared, i dont get teared, I just scream at people that arent there. I hate you, so now respect me as I diss your president, because your the manager, and im the rowdy resident.
Dont waste your time figuring, Your never going to understand what my rymes meant.
This is so damn boring/ not knowing where i'm going/ in the city of Los Angeles there is always an obstacle/ whether it involves blacks, whites or Hispanics/ we have the tendacy to panic/ when the LAPD looks at us funny/ if we look crumby/ in a nice secluded neighborhood/ walking at 3 a.m. with or without the aerosol and 40 in hand/ getting buzzed and walking this way and that way collapsing dead on the rocks, and sand/ at the railroad yard next to the L.A. River/ it's cold and windy that i begin to shiver.........and this has no meaning. gonk
Lucid_Adept
But still it can't be judged cuz it's sentenced to be tight // ... I turn off the lights in your mnid, pssh, no need to bite, how do you think other emcees actualy compare? no, not realy, because my skills are the only ones there... tear rips in time, out of thin air, pain is this modern world is mental and not fureal, I dont get scared, i dont get teared, I just scream at people that arent there. I hate you, so now respect me as I diss your president, because your the manager, and im the rowdy resident.
Dont waste your time figuring, Your never going to understand what my rymes meant.


Ill, ill. smile

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