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i dont know where to start this
oh wait i just did and
rolled out the red carpet
to an escarpment
and into the throat of parched darkness
of a carcass
flooded with that empty feeling
and im gently seething
but ive got a friendly feeling
that that sign inscribed
'Yello Brick Road'
will show me where to go
just too bad i know, that im colour blind
and ive not seen duller times
my mind needs dusted
and all the will ive mustered
is still flaked and rusted
ive become a living statue
housed in a seat
tryin to snare new lyrics
dowsed by a beat
you see
lost in the spin of a disc
life seems to be playing to a riff
but just as i get into the rythm it becomes a fuckin skit
typical filler
thats somehow a mirror
of my reflective state
nestled between that space
of my own ways and fates'
im not so much angry
at the cards life hands me
i just hate the bloody dealer
a spade for you to play with in the sandpit of youths phase
and then ultimately to dig your own grave
a heart to try and fill with false pretence
that starts and ends with a womans elusive scent
a club
to enter where, youre the only one there
let alone drunk
a diamond, that bristles with wealth
but when the jeweller checks it
and find em'
to be fake and of no help
and a joker that jests and jibes
at this no hoper
with a scope for
dark comedy and lies
and its in these times
when i look forward then back
that i hope to god
someone shuffles the pack..