Flowetry
Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:51 am
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The swordsman of sorts, destroyer of worlds, an act twice rehearsed
Judge and Jury, purveyor of fate for the soldiers who dared desert
The Sacred art of lyrics and beats, the realmn of words called Verse,
Fled the fearsome freedom for the folly of the shameful Curse
Called the mainstream dream of destroying creative Genes,
And stacking cash to back they claims of scopes and Beams
Not knowing the wealth just trapped them in hopeless Dreams
Scavengers selling souls for shit so slick even the Pope will Scream
"Follow thy family into the light, embrace and write for the Light!"
Not realizing the shackles were disguised in fur coats all White
The color of skin wasn't the sin, but what's shrouded from Sight.
With a heavy hand, and a more burdened grip on the scythe of Death
It came to me, to free the foolish from the world that thrives on Breath
Drop to both knees, raise my hands and pray I can pass the Test
To stand in the throng, raise my blade to the fake and save the Rest
The shouts of steel through bone, returning Rap to its former Throne,
Because both beat and verse are one in the same, neither Alone
Can express the pain and struggle to be delved from the Bone,
Blood, and veins that contain the strains of pain in a Poem
Fierce and furious, hook the sickle slashin, toss and Throw Em,
From the top of the world, cuz I took the time to shine and Show Em
What it means to disgrace the pace and exalt in carefuly Composin
A feelin so real its like the world itself wants to expose itself, Open,
With nothing to hide, no more disguise, its time to Ride or Die
Either get stomped six deep in defeat, or spread wings and Fly....
The swordsman of sorts, destroyer of worlds, an act twice rehearsed
Judge and Jury, purveyor of fate for the soldiers who dared desert
The Sacred art of lyrics and beats, the realmn of words called Verse,
Fled the fearsome freedom for the folly of the shameful Curse
Called the mainstream dream of destroying creative Genes,
And stacking cash to back they claims of scopes and Beams
Not knowing the wealth just trapped them in hopeless Dreams
Scavengers selling souls for shit so slick even the Pope will Scream
"Follow thy family into the light, embrace and write for the Light!"
Not realizing the shackles were disguised in fur coats all White
The color of skin wasn't the sin, but what's shrouded from Sight.
With a heavy hand, and a more burdened grip on the scythe of Death
It came to me, to free the foolish from the world that thrives on Breath
Drop to both knees, raise my hands and pray I can pass the Test
To stand in the throng, raise my blade to the fake and save the Rest
The shouts of steel through bone, returning Rap to its former Throne,
Because both beat and verse are one in the same, neither Alone
Can express the pain and struggle to be delved from the Bone,
Blood, and veins that contain the strains of pain in a Poem
Fierce and furious, hook the sickle slashin, toss and Throw Em,
From the top of the world, cuz I took the time to shine and Show Em
What it means to disgrace the pace and exalt in carefuly Composin
A feelin so real its like the world itself wants to expose itself, Open,
With nothing to hide, no more disguise, its time to Ride or Die
Either get stomped six deep in defeat, or spread wings and Fly....