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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...?
- ********0
......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
- ********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