i was no devil worshipper, higher level interpreter. i refuse to lose focus and recite satanic versus with manic curses drug induced, the worst was i kneeewww they were saying 'kill ya mother' - cuz it payed them well, yet in my flashback i saw the forshadow; ironic twist, my first hip hop record wass an album called 'raising hell'- i shoulda run when i had the chance, but dmc's made me wanna break dance, made me wanna spin vinal, made me wanna graff write, made me wanna not acttt white- and not to perpetuate any stereotypes but i was not about the mullet ice hockey haircut.... you know the mullett "Short on top for the fellers, long in back for the ladies!" yea, i was not about the stonewashed nuthuggers with the ffrench rolls on the bottom so tight that it made my toes purple- nor was i about the ripped jean jacket with the metallica, slayer, and black sabbath patches- i had an internal itch for the pishuushshuupeewww (scratchin) and never could i get with the binGUH guitar riff, the binGUH , THE BINGUH guitar - THE BIIIIING!!! i had wild style wars i rented Beat Street every week as i rocked steady wearing out the play rewind and slowmode button on my VCR- i did the pause , play, rewind, stop, play, pause, play, pause , play, all day - forced my way into comprehension of inner city invention, for me it was in the expression which woud eventually win me acception- one exception - those around me couldnt give me and affection- but i played and payed that video attention until i eventually completely bit the puhpuhkee puhkuhpuhkuh(bboxin).... i found my new religion, born again BBOY, born to destroy decoys and be the real MCCOY, YEAAA BOOOOY i wore the clock so YOU could know the time, Chuck D told me to keep a sober mind- and even his sidekick like the flavor of trees i swear to god hip hop was about being drug free- about the upliftment of hiumanity- i swear to god hip hop was about what rock was not what rock was not what was not pop *POP*,pshhh guess i was guessed... see i remember when Doctor Dre used to express himself about hating the chronic, then a few years later hes endorsing it , sipping gin and tonic suburbinites that blast mace learn their mad face from ONIX, it was a rat race- the first to properly use ebonix- "DYNOMITE!" like Jay Jay but it was a fad like Supersonics- hip hop flipped from being artistic, to a pop hit, mainstream took control and we cannot stop it its a black art being minipulated by white controllers, just like rock n rollers. -the end.
Consider me to be a fly on the wall with a bird's eye view I stare, as my birthtime drew near The only Earth I knew reared me in a world I grew to fear I do appear quite nude and warm I'm like "What's up with the lights and the white uniforms?" You're damn right you're truly wrong when a hand strikes the newly born. "I can't fight" I'm cruely scorned. In a man's life, the beauty's gone I was scared with fright through the storm I'm prepared to write a mutiny song "It's a miracle Ma!" Damn my dick is long Oh, that's just the umbellical chord Clip clip, snip snip.and now it's gone along with my foreskin One of them awful things that they do to theoffspring The sting is lessened by the drugs they pump into my miniature body Making us addicts 'just that quick' is their signature hobby An infamous robbery, and if I'm not careful then my shaft'll break It's got me coming up with creative ways to masturbate
the weak link is quivering determining the chain's strength, whimpering, vibrating the wave lenghts of its stress signals are more or less symbols- it just trembles, knowing itll take weight when the chain breaks and disassembles. see? mr. wendel knew nothing of this daily struggle - sit under the dysfuntional family tree and prepare for trouble can barely hear the mumbles beneath the ear piercing rumbles- scrapped tongue slashing mouths while lashing out with verbal belt buckles
really smooth man. rolls of the mouth really nicely and it sort of settles in your soul also. I dig your verse, please keep writing...and posting.
Some of it is very different. I enjoyed reading them. Keep up the good work. I enjoy the change of "style".
