I told her, 24 hours is literally a waste of time, all I need is 24 seconds to infiltrate this land. Masochist ways causing a roar in her core, volcanic eruptions, the only reasonable reaction, was born for destruction, she lusts for me like a fatal attraction. Knowing that I was conceived out of nature and she was to be my bride, that’s why the moons orbit causes the tides, they were meant for me to ride and enjoy the sights, to love each and every acre equally, she would provide for me, all she asked was my trust in her abilities, we would always be united like Siamese babies, she also demanded a love bond, a sign of no remorse and that of passion, to show that I understood her desecration, and that I was willing to indulge in her purification, engulf the sinful inhabitance through ionic polarization, metalloid disintegration, till there appears a formation of a halo type ring around her tropospheric centrifuge protection, residue of the destruction, a sign of her cursed past to which there should be no recollection, as memory is synonymous with poison, now we lay together, they call her pull gravity but I always knew it was her way of keeping me closer, like little arms pulling at me from every side like a medusa, but she was my seducer, the constellations spelled out our names like a heart pendant, we spoke no words knew each others thoughts during this quiet reverent, we gazed into each others eyes making the worries of the galaxy irrelevant, we were equal, no master no servant, just equal as one, In a love that was labeled perfection.
Im not asking you to wed me in holy matrimony...
Its just that you are the first thing that I think of when Im lonely...
Wherever I go it seems U r there with me...
Physically, mentally, spiritually, sexually, undeniably...
Around me, Sustaining me...
But our so called love is hard to grasp...
Like the air that embrasses me as I walk past...
This makes us unique, makes us sublime, makes us everlast...
Thats it....everlast...
Our union of course...
And we will be that much closer wheter Im alive or a buried corpse...
So I will ask u this but once...
Will u love me? Im waiting for your response...
Giving me 24 hrs is literally a waste of time, all i need is 24 seconds to disintegrate the mind, 1 second to cris-cross the neurons path till they never realign. 2 seconds, im in ur medulla influencing u with thoughts of a K-nine, skip over to the left and impede ur spoken lines, make u mathematically inclined so ur predispossed to success like Einstein, all so u can understand 5+4 equals the 9 that im holding to ur temple, travel farther down ur anotomy following the pull of gravity, instantaneous velocity is clocked at limit equals infinity, the residuals of my temperament could only lead u to sodomy. Im trying to tell a tale like Oddessey but ur T-Cells fighting me, mitochondria hard at work plottin the collective strategy, still finding a way to overcome like slavery. Uncle Toms infultratin but im burning like the everlasting lantern, cause from far i provide light but come near me & i'll burn like a tan
1st of all my stability and entropy cannot be gauged in our reality// b/c my styles is dimensionally// out of phase this was the case// so I had to realign the orbits in outter space// re-assign coordinates & disfigure my face// so im less recognized as the terrorist ace// who encountered resistance but recouped @ the base// u have the right to shut the fuck up or get sold in the black market// like the slave traders who travelled across the antartic// had a booming business supported by commercialization// was cause for celebration when we gained our freedom// but as a visionary u should have known my addendum// should have known the fact that i would re-write the 1st amendment// 'freedom to spit' is only handed to those who exhibit blatant// and inherent forms of dialectic dissitation thats coherent// u fuck with the Math fearing and wonder y ur families disappearing// found on the page of obituaries with shit danglin from their larynx// i scratch off ur rhymes like the writtings on Egyptian sphynx// Knowing that im pharoah and ur one of my diciples// one that i totally disowned outta total dismay// One who was banished because of the fact he acted gay// he failed to recognize the skillz of the lyrical stylist// knowing my ribo-nucleic virus// is deadlier than the seven kings of Cyprus// no sense in battling a senseless killer like Osyrus// invades ungaurded territory like pirates// poppin rubbers made from materials as them firestone tires// how else could we explain ur mothers 9 months of brimstone and fire// i insemenated the egg and caused ur being to appear// u mother decided to hide u from me outta fear// fear that i would find out ur wayz were queer// fear that i would toss u out of the bounds of our troposphere// fear that u would become an endangered species like the panda bears// fear that u would be a 'poineer' in the world of the dead like Paul Revere// ur mother was right cause she could see my very aim// as an adolescent son u were worthless so i disowned out of shame// was kind enough to make u one of my disciples now u want to tarnish my name// my styles documented these events put into activation// now watch my digital styles defacate u analog cats like desecration// catalogue my disposition to ur sorry azz composition// and my mental elation will come from ur total assimilation// I showed u mercy the day u challenged me and caught a back hand// I will not be so generous, let me re-iterate my stand// must inform u, that my horror is deeper than quick sand// yet, I camouflage my intentions like the serpent hides his fangs// so your mind is left anticipating but never fully understanding// y I’m scrutinizing it for clues into your being.// when my flows enter ur medulla// they delegated space in your memory for my neuroleptic device which automatically makes me your ruler// leave your brain matter// paralyzed to my control like a narcoleptic.// commence fleeing from me, like germs from anticeptic// leaving my fecal traces// which can be fatal in extreme cases// my flow reaches your right aortic valve and seals it shut// at a rate of one half a centimeter per month// making your heart beat erratic// b/c of its deviation calculated by I-Mathematix// blood clots become a regularity// as blood received from the veins aint getting pumped into the arteries// submission is the only remedy// but u still fighting me// flying across the whole galaxy// to find the antidote that could revoke this vital enemy// Your heart beat starting to equilibrate and stabilize// so my only other option is to reach your core to deoxidize// your source of vivification// so that in 3 votes, I can commence the celebration// shut down ur Adenosine Tri-Phosphate to complete ur defamation// eye-lids getting closer like u becoming an Asian// but the fact of the matter is u've reached ur physical distruction// and the end of ur mental function// ur only remembered on this earth for ur various forms of obimination// I rip ur heart out as an ornament of my total domination// Nigguh, who u think u phasin?//
The final step in disintegration// is to dig deeper, within the realms of cellular creation// Destroy you from the inside out like memory defragmentation// Cause I’m the source of cellular Universal cognizance like a lymph node// So its in my power to disrupt the digestive properties of your blood cells lysosomes// I refuse to get ejected as waste product through your cells vacuoles// Its second 12 as I hop into the cytoplasm to disrupt protein assemblage in the ribosomes// I de-ionize the aqueous phospholipid that protects the vesicle of your liposome// The cell reproduction equilibrium is severed when I manifest in the chromosomes// Switch across to your endoplasmic reticulum// Which is prehistorically inferior, it would be another millennium// Before it could reach full-scale communication and interconnection// Keep my radius from your blood cells cilia in hollow microtubules// Before I exit, crumble their walls with a seismic surge at 80,000 decibels// Like my man E said enough skill to “spit out niggaz with mechanical mandibles”// Because I disrupted protein genesis you no longer have use for you golgea apparatus// And your cell wall is thinner than the protective earths stratus// Your whole body is now like one great big challis// Its only been 20 seconds I know it feels like hours// Now physically I combine deferring vowels// That form 4 letter words that exhibit superhuman powers// In no time I exit your cell matter// Through a dangling philamen, the protein fiber// Exit gracefully like Mc. Giver// You brain dead, its like someone put a bullet through your head but they will never find the Sniper// I-Mathematix on the cypher//
Complete admiration…
For those who spit sophistication…
And exhibit elaborate skillz with every dissertation…
But 4 the worthless imitations…
I accord gangrene and all sorts of contamination…
Through my venomous salivation…
Which reacts to form deadly mutations…
To Caucasians Asians who ever underestimatin’ lungs failin’ …
As the mic starts erasin’ all the villains….
As they spit venom while the mic levatatin’ skillz forever fadin’…
Can’t grip it anymore cause its hotter than the pits of satan..or the sands of the Saharans..
Ur mic diarrhea caused by the encouragement of ur parents…
Fuck what they u told u, ur lack of skill is apparent…
U can do anything as long as u keep ur mind open..yet u haven’t reached the mind state to even start flowin’..
Its not a joke…infect u with salicylate poisoning…
With little to no cure for my version of this abomination…
The mic continues its mission…by erasin’ the skill fluctuation…
Which is the trade mark of each and every compilation…
Put together by these fake rapperz across the nation…
Im here to elevate the standard like aviation…
Everytime I spit leave the mic glowin’ from radiaton…
As the result of decomposition…not of plutonium or uranium..
But of these fake rappers idioms and word selections…
By the release of cypher neutrinos and rap protons…
Triggerin a shift in stability and entropy…of each rap entity…
Spit by pen to paper…
Causin so called rappers…to concede to intelligence infancy and purchase diapers…
Brand of choice pampers…to soak up all their putrid ~shit~…
That would otherwise contaminate the paper…
The realization is tragic…but believe me, ur doing the world a favor…
I wish u luck in all ur other endeavors..
But the art form called rap is in need of a savior…
Someone who’s ~clear cut~ abilities… are attributed to his razor sharp capabilities…
To conjure up the most powerful entity…
And make it do his biddin’..while causin’ agony..
To whoever he’s battlin’… vehemently…
Bringin’ new meanin’ to the word androgyny…
Beatin’ the man outta any contender with futility…fuck humility…
He spits consistently…so he can talk disrespectfully…
None of these fake rapperz is spared…don’t be absurd...
And of course this powerful entity…is the ~word~…
The time of the savior is yet to be at hand…just sit back and observe...
Lord forgive me, stringent laws too hard to abide by…
Try to live biblical but still find myself dumb high…
Thinking this is the life, everyday getting cho-cha…
Reckless abandonment that must be felt and heard like town crier…
May our souls rest not in hell fire…
I would relieve my power to see the wisest and most honest survive the final hour…
And see a purified heaven & earth with minimal survivors…
Only those chosen that would be the leaders…
And take mankind outta this hell, I hope they deliver…
But while im here, play the part God's chose a nigguh…
Pray not for fame or carnal things that'll never last forever…
Try to stay away from the things that make man a sinner…
I kno suffering on earth is infinitesimal…
But we know no pain tougher…
So its hard to believe that there is a greater punisher…
Guess were just in denial…
Once we realize the pain might be too late to shout hallelujah…
Doomed to face the same fate as durin the time of Noah…
While we still askin…who is Jehovah?
Father, forgive my ignorance
Intense...
Unbearable...
Villanous...
Scandalous...
Cavernous...
What you have done to me
The feeling of love...
The feeling of being loved...
The sanctity of the heavens above...
Spiritual excitement...
A touches delightment...
A spells enchantment...
What you brought me
Everything that you have brought me...
My heart...
My innocence...
A companion...
My emotional devotion...
My carmatic evocations...
My completeness...
Finally,My freedom...
What you have taken from me
...
U took my freedom
I'm now devoted to quenching that flame...
the one you sparked when u brought me pain...
When you boldly told me our love had no refrain...
Yet the next day u were in his arms again...
Now, I am a slave...
To this pain which u have left me with...
I now spend my days not in the fields of cotton...
But barefooted in a feild of flames that are unforgiving...
Soul searching to find what is so damaged and hurt...
My soul? my being? my conciousness? my essense?...
I oblige you, where is ur conscience?...
If you have any then show me an ounce...
...
All I need you to do...
Is point...
Just point...
To where it hurts...
So I can rid myself of this pain...
...
Just point
Because of my animosity towards an stranger who I was told was Daddy, Im destined to be caught in revelry, chivalry that could only lead to rivalry, trivial instances in my life long quest have left me regretin ever decidin to exit da womb, Im dedicated to something that bears no cause like da platoon who took da lands of Vietnam only to loom doom, like an eagle i swoom down at da wrong moment slowly dreadin ever decidin to succumb to this omen, because da love he's owing, has turned into wretched hate that leaves my chest swollen, from all da beating and da longing that my heart did for this moment, when I can sit face to face and tell this stranger wut im feeling, and my lips slowly opening, wut im saying is Im meanin wut i say and so im saying wut i mean, we free men but shackled by the immense pressure that leads to believin that anyone who can produce semen is considered a real man, no doubt its incouragin seein real men succeed but those who refuse to take heed never proceed and indeed can't take care of their seed,is it a mental disease that has infected all da crops in da field? Is there something we can do to help us build? Hope one day to till da soil and feed, But it seems a true father figure is wut every child needs, but a needy mans dreams don't always come to be, that is why as a member of da human race I surely BLEED!!!!!
15 mins of fame got u caught in da hype..I lock da cage and swallow da key, word play cut u short if u imitate like minnie me, u in news papers cuz of ya obituary, cause when i spit u O.D. like chris farley, meanin Over ur Dome like a bandanna skully, keep it gully, if she pretty, im a focker like she just met da parents, since da slide is electric I increase da current, im on da dancefloor my hair like don kings' get, str8 levitatin so if u ask me..ur lack of skill is apparent, my words come slippery like a snake...hard to grasp like a ferret, and my magnetic optic keep it bumpin like in speakers, and we keep our pockets green just like drug dealers, so when da drugs is loose fiens gotta lace us up cuz we sneakers...they say "food 4 thought" my verse is done u one obiess mufucka!!!!!
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