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I would gladly split my tounge down the middle,
Only then could I speak both sides of myself rationally.
No diluted saliva would fall to the crevice
And form slurred words to malfunction my mind's malpractice.
My teeth would grind on like a dull rumbling story
A fairytale, with a malevolent twisted purpose.
Where the princess-ridden tower crumbles to cement
And other's crushed beer cans are the obstacle you overcome.
A watered-down substance that is in fact my words
turgid with phrases to make my path seem leafless
While I leaf through novelettes of suicide notes
Trying to understand how it died, when it's not a person.

In coil-bound chains light as clouds, I didn't notice
The regurgitated lies in a red-covered notebook
My split tounge in half green, and half blue
But it never would have been that ocean turqoise without you.
So let the waves crash menacingly against my gums
And I will sip from a cracked cup of feeble reassurance
And smash the glass later to figuratively defeat the purpose
Because I will not accept the cool beverage that is sanity
I would prefer the dull lie of romantics at the moment.
Soft smiles and cheap tounges speak, no one heard it
But I simply sit back and wish it worth it.

But I am lying to the jury who is a third-person I
And I am fixing the blanket on my third blackened eye
To cover the fact that I need history's reprise
To the calm, blue days of tornado green skies.

Got so much mad skill, I can simply walk into Mordor.
Crossin off every enemy, while weilding four ork swords
You're b***h want my pork sword, it's astoundingly clear to me
It's probably cuz I rap tight whilist defying gravity.
I don't break multiple laws, I cross them off the rule book
Giving me multiple menacing ways to leave emcees all shook
I give it my best and flip game till you understand I got it,
Because this is raw rap not autotuned with voice to sound robotic.
Anamorphic in my nature, cuz I slay s**t like a leopard,
Catching field mice while holding mics; never seen anything deffer.
Given my constant flow and smooth surface I might be a waterfall,
But I'd rather be a firepit with a bridge, that you shall not pass at all.
Not to be pop culture, but my patronus would be chuck norris,
Sending green lights at star wars camp, breaking whatever the force is.
Then timewarp to the future and break their lazers with my fist,
The come back, dressed in drag, but still get your girl's kiss.
It's the infinite incantation that sader holds inside his aura,
I make my raps by thinking outside the box, belonging to Pandora.
I understand I can't make the charts by rapping in this sort,
But I dare a commercial cat to battle me, I leave you no retort.
If we both go nowhere in life, you'll end up flipping burgers,
I'll end up flipping rhymes in battle rap first degree murder.
I give into the game and manage to get my flow caught in your brain,
My volume cannot be turned down, I don't come from this physical plane.
None of my electric devices work anymore, I've overpowered them all,
And I'll overpower you next, with more powered metal than Hammerfall.
I'm Dr. Acula, and I'm ready to preform my upcoming open mic surgery,
Reference to the illest rhyme asylum where they've been keepin me.
I'm a cat but I ain't nothing typical, I'm far beyond your view,
But like walking away in saskatchewan you still see what I do.
For the next millenium I've got the rap game still inside of my palm,
My other arm is playing hot potato, with slow rappers, with a bomb.
So I'm about to explode and make this remix something to look at
And when you say words don't hurt you're someone I'll whip a book at.
A dictionary can't possibly hold every offensive word I've ever spit,
And if you can't take the fact I diss you, it's about the time to quit.
Sade one has a contagious diasease, it's the illest epidemic.
It's never sterile and you're vulnerable when I step the stage and wreck it.
I crunch boulders beneath my feet like the smallest sand particles,
Remember "********?" That question was purely rhetorical.
I smash cats out like I was in a high-class clan, Ancient legion
Come in wielding a dragon scim and toktz-ket-xil, I'm fire breathin.
Not decievin' when I say I'm rocking the crown of the underground
I'm below the surface like Khazad-dum, Smashing down like I was a mining ******** pounce on the competition, I'm the one rapper to rule them all.
My conductive, ensaring rhymes got you caught inside a thrall.
Never played wow, but if I did I'd have a horde of ork whores,
I'm a nightelf who sneaks in your house and hides inside your drawers.
Wait till everythings dark inside than I murder you just for gore,
Wait for eighty years and kill your children when they've aged four-score.
Demented and a little bit ridikkulus, and your worst fears are displayed
Cuz a true rapper ain't smashed the scene since "infinite" was first played
You whack rappin pussies smell like fish, so I fillet your cheap raps
Screaming "********" over the censor beeps like "Here, try and ban that"
I'm misunderstood, need work under the hood, in otherwords, I'm deranged.
Spend countless hours eating raw flesh and working on busting rhymes for days.
Cats are hatin cuz half my references are to nerdy s**t, politics and punk music
You think I'm gonna glorify the s**t your mainstream culture has been ******** that, I blast my Dead Kennedys, crawl the streets and tag s**t,
I'm the crazy ******** at the hardcore shows with a flamethrower in a mosh pit.
Got blood made of krink, so my rhyme-books papercuts now smash the city
Securty cameras never seen my face before, I'm anonymous like the yeti.
I never forget to be awesome, I'll engrave it into my DNA
So confused that I pilot scuba planes, but I been on dry land all day.

I'm caught inside what I'll have folly to call my inpdependace
But what it really is is an abstinance from all the romance
Meanwhile I am lying to the jury who is a third-person I
And I am fixing the wool blanket on my third blackened eye
To cover the fact that I could use this history's reprise
And return to the calm, blue days of tornado green skies.
But I can't control this weather, I ain't the xmen
So I'll wait the downpours out till I can begin again.
I feel you fading from my concious, you're flower is closing lotus
And soon enough you'll dip underwater, drown, and I won't notice.
So give me the chance to dance with that I can make my life without you
And then I won't have to write talentless talking rap songs about you

[Chorus:]
Deliver me from this misery cast and you can try and set me free
I've done all the thinking I can and now I need your help to let it be
I'm breaking the promise said but only speaking to fill my conscience
So I can turn away from the problems put them in the attic in the boxes
Same me from my past that's caught entangles in the leaf blades
Where stories of the old willow trees leave me to become frayed
I'm breaking the promise said but only speaking to fill my conscience
So I can turn away from the problems put them in the attic in the boxes

I'm caught inside this writhing epidemic the mind squids have put me in.
And I can feel almost nothing else, as my soul seeps out again.
I've taught it to stay, roll over to it's demise and talk to a beat
But somehow I can't keep the grayed hairless thing on a leash.
It's following me wherever I go and I can't shed it's cries
So I'll swiftly kick it in the ribs and tell it it's met it's demise.
I comprehend I'm damaging myself, but the green ocean did that already
As I drowned in a flow of words and failed to keep the boat steady
As I'm dripping down, and it seems there's no lifeboats around it
So I'll drown, steal from the mermaids and tell the captain I found it.
Wrecked on a desert island with a million carved emerald monkeys
All saying the same thing; "You'll never have any trust from me".

CHORUS

Catch me inside your mind, peeping quietly behind your disguise
I'm just trying to remember the days where I never had to try.
So I'm opening up the scrapbook that's inside your craniums conundrum,
Kicking my own crying orhpans in the face, wondering how I'll fund them.
I was caught in loopholes, falling through plots for no reson to be hunt
But now finally when I pass by you I'm smiling inside, but putting on a crying front.
So I'm delivered away from the moss that grew around my punctrued throat
And when your consenants and vowels exit my lips I no longer choke.

CHORUS

An older poem I wrote a while back.



Aaand gonna post a rap just to get up on the hiphop side here.
This is a remix of the beat from "Qwelloquialisms" by Typical Cats



AAAND ONE MORE RAP. One more serious.



There we are. Three works from Saderaderaderthemasturbator.
(And yes, a whole section of the verse in the last rap there was borrowed from my first poem I posted).
I might post some moar rapcrap.
I've got tons written, I just need to get my a** to a mic.

"Zeno's Paradox"

Blur system daydream; three track laps later,
Paperweights under pillows like lost saviours,
Nailed up in a thousand doll heads and distance
Missed shell-filled builds in an instant.
Clad in old halloween kiddie mask
Memory purchased in penesieve flask
Five farthings freedoms worth it
Train tickets, sketched up words I deserve it.
Oxygen nutrition; white blood malnourished.
Yelling for the last eagle beak who heard it.
Squirmish third meeting, opinions fleeting
Waterwell crows own buckets during hunting season.
I wrote letters, each with ink seperatism
Doubleplus physical, land Canada schism.
Addendum, and then some, of cataclysm
Optomistic rhythm, butter fluttering organisms.
*("Fluttering organisms" echoes")

Between two given destinations at any time
There is an infinite smallness to climb
*(x4 and overlaying)

I've got more trumpets to blow than royal horn-men
Or "four hours", walk like thunder and storm it.
Kimya-lessons, Wield earphones, stomping sessions
Crafted elven, could deafen heaven vocal impressions.
Exude clues like kiddy television hints
Gift miles, take inch, pupils dilate and wince
Fueled by Clockwork, Dungeon Masters, and friends
Same difference, Street sign reads "Free Zen"
Old habits die hard, come back softer
Academy Austere, minus one number prosper.
Grape vine tangled eyes, Main frame circuits fried
Dead-sent sheet metal words hold to neigh
Mapped out and conquered opposite side rainbow
Same bracelet, different goals where life goes.
When I watch my life flash before this.
I'll redraw the frames where the firepit adorns it

Space is both infinite and ever-expanding
Space is..
Space is both infinite and ever-expanding
Space is..
*(Repeat and overlay)


Schrodinger's Boggart; replicate worst fears
Wipe the glass ad infinitum and still never clear
Zeno's Distance Travelled; Place feet here
Wipe dichotomy ad homonym, lap never cleared.
Does a deity create a path too far to walk?
Or does the dogma enforce soles nary stop?
Styrafoam weapons checklist for hectic recalling.
Question calls open; Is this excuses or stalling?
*("Is this excuses or stalling?" Echoed)

[Space is both infinite and ever-expanding
Space is..]
[Between two given destinations at any time
There is an infinite smallness to climb]
*(Overlaying eachother and in repetition)

"Ceremonial Clutch"

Scattered flattery, dripping lies, degrading flies attracting vomit.
On it, freespoken while hoping they're not simultaneously choking on it.
Soaking up King James rolling papers, Holy labour and Pedarest Slavers.
Playing harps to calm the holy three-headed beast in the philosopher's chamber.
Lost saviour, give one reason why two milleniums acknowledged present
While One-Point-Eight civillians try to buy their way into Heaven.
Strap up the guns kiddies, we're on a road trip to a crack-house named Zion
Where telescopes provide enemy infidels for our higher beings to spy on.
Trying to exonerate the lack to masturbate, save lust for Sunday Mass,
Where the Shepard of the people will fluff up the sheep pillows after class.
It's time to advance; Give me a big, big hat and a big, big ego.
Give the children confirmation and an over-inflated libido.
Carving laws of Evolution into an acarpous tree of knowledge
Shredding the foliage, Nicknamed a sinfruit to prevent the forage.
Abrogate the forest, careful, they might find unburned novelettes.
Catholic Cathexis on your teenage daughters getting wet.
Salivating the mangy manger, Normalities professed to strangers
Selling candy and bibles, Stifle your words and saved for later.
Canonical canons shooting heathens before finalizing breathing,
Testifying reasons for why basic rights are theocratic treason.
It's hunting season, defend the bricolage book against volition
While ecclesiastic entrepreneurs ramble riddles beyond cohesion
No reason, every Weekday spent on the couch all ******** louch-thralled
Given a mouthful of medicine defending him, Father mouth-brawl.
Stout, tall beliefs reach beyond heavens, robotic economic pension
Mondegreen meanings sever treaties beyond morality's tension.
Not to mention the deafening chorus applauding forced conversion,
Where westboro is showing the big picture, but still a diversion.
Virgins sacrificial into a life of the undetermined ball and chain
Damning morale-complete athiests to hell in your father's name.
Rather plain, slather the blood when slain, done with the crusades.
We'll end today's sermon with a Jim Jones sponsored cup of koolaid.
Russian roulette with your future for a shot at bedtime stories
Where minions of the slaughterhouse give glory unto the gory.
Affording the crucifixion of rebels to the totalitarian Church;
Chinese finger trap religion -- You struggle and we make it worse.
Climb into the hearse, We'll give you 7 Hail Mary's, and 2 bloody ones
Look in the mirror, reflected in it a theocracy clouding out the sun.
Futillitarian propaganda sent in the Messiah-flesh fortune cookies
Where we swing clocks in the unfortunate face of the faithful rookies.
Sit in a circle, we're gonna tell stories of our conquers and kills
And after that we'll do a colouring page of our commitment won't and wills!
Hope this drills into your brain before you walk out into the street
Ready to catapult catastrophe at whatever locals you may meet.
Take a seat, absorb the lack of chivalry and abuse to minorities
Commanding Respect and Demanding hatred proposed by authorities.
Quandary of the cattle as they hold their bells still and lie down
Trying not to make a sound, camoflague within the ground, praying hopeful, never found
Altars make the message alter and falter with our forefather's Father.
But the bronze age has rusted, and now we're drowning in the holy water.
Convex conjecture throwing a curve ball, aiming for the face of it all
This is a Vatican Vendetta,This is Modern Rome Burning before it falls.
On top of it all, the pyramid-scheme cult leader laughing at the rubble
Tearing Leviticus 18:22 and enforcing it, causing the democracy trouble.
Don't get excited, nobody lit up the steeple, no arsonist agnostics for hire
The Pastor just wanted to see ghost costumes and a giant cross on fire.

Haha come on now. I'm just messing with ya. What's good man?