Deep thought
Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 6:21 am
Creating embankments containing the fountain of youth fluids without looseness or drainage/ are the omnipotent, articulate bars that garnered wings for the unwittingly scarred bare armed Icarus/
An eagle over water for sustenance never suffers wit spells of fear, the mind is clear, talons mustering/ up enough strength to bust what none other did/ Lyrical seer, know you fuckin wit none other than/
The cat that amalgamates Alpha dates after waits for the Omega to end so its activates/
To eliminate contaminated Alkaline Phosphatases in the body of hip hop, found near the outer waist/
Hence rage integrated amidst the innovate abyss I simulated in glyphs/ then renovated to grip what generated my spit wit no illness mitigation for imitators that diss/
I spent years on this craft, stayed in light speed travels/ To worlds where judges swings swords and knights need gavels/ And darkness is so deep set, if pierced, bleeds shadows/
Starving for illumination, chews wicks and eats candles/
The depth of world sovereignty is spiritual poverty,/ placing material on gaudy alters for honoring/ what the Creator thought would remain second to His artistry/ Where blessings and offerings are part of what is constantly/
Sought beyond this level of soul eating monsters/ populating a world believing success is in stardom/ Is it a Gift from God or devil induced bargain/ Feels like their getting robbed in a state of reduce conscious/
An eagle over water for sustenance never suffers wit spells of fear, the mind is clear, talons mustering/ up enough strength to bust what none other did/ Lyrical seer, know you fuckin wit none other than/
The cat that amalgamates Alpha dates after waits for the Omega to end so its activates/
To eliminate contaminated Alkaline Phosphatases in the body of hip hop, found near the outer waist/
Hence rage integrated amidst the innovate abyss I simulated in glyphs/ then renovated to grip what generated my spit wit no illness mitigation for imitators that diss/
I spent years on this craft, stayed in light speed travels/ To worlds where judges swings swords and knights need gavels/ And darkness is so deep set, if pierced, bleeds shadows/
Starving for illumination, chews wicks and eats candles/
The depth of world sovereignty is spiritual poverty,/ placing material on gaudy alters for honoring/ what the Creator thought would remain second to His artistry/ Where blessings and offerings are part of what is constantly/
Sought beyond this level of soul eating monsters/ populating a world believing success is in stardom/ Is it a Gift from God or devil induced bargain/ Feels like their getting robbed in a state of reduce conscious/