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  • brooke0

    The change of color is
    likely and a difference
    a very little difference
    is prepared. Sugar is
    not a vegetable.

    -G. Stein

  • grayhood0

    yo, whats the word
    ulghk, think i swallowed a bug turd
    cause i'm spittin' the fly shit
    and i never slip
    when i'm on the mic
    stimulating the hemispheres of your brain
    left & right
    this is a battle but it aint no fight
    just a contest of words
    the sublime and the obsurd
    divide by three and your getting thirds
    i'm slicing your rhymes into little pieces
    feedin' them to the rats and mices
    three blind mice three  blind mice
    chop of their tails with a carving knife
    chop them thrice
    now your rhymes are divided in nines
    and the cuts are sloppy like a highschool dissection
    hackin' away at the frogs large insestine
    are you feeling the short division?
    cause fractions & contractions are what i'm givin'
    wouldn't couldn't can't won't
    cut off your cats head
    and fuck the throat
    holy shit that was perverted
    it's like a blow job inverted
    mentally twisted,reverted
    the lowest common denominator is now on top
    and the numarator, it's missing, stop.
    drop.
    rock.
    roll.
    original.
    stock.
    sample,
    soul.
    funk.
    pop.
    electric.
    old.
    hot.
    not.
    lost.
    cold.
    let's bring it back to the mathematical
    sorry 'bout the brief sabbatical
    this rhyme is three sevenths radical
    thats rad, like in the eightys
    remember you were just a baby
    poppin out of your momas womb
    pissin' on the floor of the delivery room
    another face in the population boom
    but reproduction is about multiplication
    this rhyme is strictly division
    and killing small creatures for some reason...?

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    ......that's lyrical treason
    stackin words on words like jenga,
    phony like those who inhabit the canyon of topenga,
    you need to apply for a rhyme
    license
    in order to legally make sense
    but in the meantime, you can paint my fence
    carefull not to drip it on my grass,
    or my hash,
    as I grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
    your turnin pink like floyd,
    your check says void,
    so bounce

  • grayhood0

    easy tom sowyer i aint paintin' nothin'
    i aint your nigger jim or your huck finn
    damn right its lyrical treason
    it starts in the streets
    soon there'll be regons secedin'
    so sit back and listen to the revolutionary speakin'
    cause your hash and cash aint gonna bring real innovation
    just recycle the past feed it back in to the present system
    i have no problems rollin' in pink like tfs
    but its the gray hood that i rock best
    so back on your knees to gather your stash
    and i'm out till the next ninja hack and slash.

  • ********
    0

    excuse me miss, but innovation takes more than a good day on Playstation 2,
    your flow is neither black, white nor gray,
    no color or flavor,
    blood dribbling from prosthetic lips,
    cover up in a hood
    like an Afghani,
    work on your lisp,
    and move down to Miami

  • poeticnowhere0

    whos this thats speakin like their tweekin
    got a false reason
    to believe in
    a big ass contradiction, just licking tv addiction
    cause its an in house drive by
    you small mice start to cry
    or fly
    or die
    because you can have none of my pie
    unless of course you ask
    or pass
    the grass
    under my feet
    how neat
    and let the fuckin beat
    deplete, that shit
    on your mind
    descrete to your kind
    be kind
    rewing, right?
    or no lets just do it right tonight
    and feel the fight
    for mankind, and watch the world in reverse, rewind

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    0

    rewound,
    same shit,
    different sound,
    like the drum machine
    hooked up to a spleen,
    this concrete reality is built
    with cement from Venus,
    paved with tar from Uncle Remus,
    don't let the news leak
    that you're too weak to speak
    so you outsource your rhymes to Junior High,
    why?
    your 9/11 happens at the 7-11
    when the Big Gulp machine collapses,
    starves your synapses,
    as i make a big deal
    you speed away on your Big Wheels.

  • ********
    0

    He go here, me go there, we go everywhere