oh it feels so good to write

just linking words
random nouns and verbs
into a sure fire sire
of lyrical inginuity
facing into discontinuity
unless ambition
is applied frugaly
or brutally it will become
beyond the scope
of proper comprehension
some kind of far off invention
from another dimention
that some how held in suspention
leads us to see
all that has been mentioned
with a new comprehension
and understanding
undemanding of our
utter lacking and instead
acting as a contraption
of utter compassion
and vacuums the back rooms
of our minds
finds the lines we hide
behind the lies
of personal desguise
and expose in prose
a feeling of marose
sarrow but a strong
positive feeling for tomarrow

been to long

the spectular venacular
made you crap ya drawers
at the rap awards
your applause draws on my pause
and makes me reflect
upon a deeper situation
where the vacatoin
provided by my vocation
leaves me impatient and watin
an unabridged ridge of hate awaits
for an mc so great
yet destined to be underated
hated and basically left dead
prostrated in a prostituted part of town
where the drunks drown
the hos frown
and everything from the ground
to the sky is brown
its not like they ever even came around
why miss em?
i diss em
every time im spitten
i rip em and leave em drippin
on the pavement from the
statement of freedom i declared
from there scare tatics and bewares
i came prepared and left them in dispair
my flows so tight
lyrics oh so right
and at that i say good night