Trace
I look up in the night sky,
wonderin' if someone looks back to my eye.
When I look at the stars am I looking at my family?
Have I been taken in by the governments "impartiality"?
Inconsistant insistance of indivisble invisible insurgents,
Militia infiltrates this intelligentsia - I rhyme turgid.
I'm imploded in this world - exploded,
Introduction of the truth in this rhyme - uploaded.
Forebodingly imposing this lyrical nativity,
The birth of my rhymes - I introduce assiduously.
Unparalled I expell the infidels,
Introduction to the scene - I riddle.
Aware of my rhymes - They fear,
This could be the end for their superior leer.
Dispatched they're ready to hatch this latch,
Outside my house daily moving subtly - I watch
Communication is out of the question as they listen,
Transportation of my calls to dark halls of CIA bases - Intent.
Waiting for a reason - I give it to them,
Lyrical increase in worry for their national security men.
Aware of the surveillance of my impatience,
Governmental figures positioned - radio silence.
Glass shatters as matter splatters,
Squeezin' my piece so hard it chatters.
Smoke drifts in from the windows and rafters,
As I stand in the center I disgrace fake-rappers.
Black figures behind the tracing paper,
Equipin' me with a tracer for tracking later.
Restricted movements I remain elusive,
They track me - Bathroom breaks inclusive.
Compliance in this alliance between myself and science,
Working to make my movements invisible to their devices.
Escape the confines of peaceful rhymes,
as restricted by the federal enforced lines.
Autocratic disguised as Democratic society,
people disillusioned by their unquestionable piety.
Examination of their implant,
I learn confidential information in an instant.
I expose the tyranny in this society,
Informing the masses causin' rioting.
Criticisms of the third world living is a cover,
they don't manipulate us and it causes them bother.
The public dont realise their the subject,
of an idealistic project to use them like objects.
Crop circles are merely codes for the satellites,
scanned as they pass over the fields - they extradite.
Providing personal information about the inhabitants
of small villages unreachable by expansive wiring and insurgents
I stand alone as i revolt,
bringin this insanity down bolt by bolt.
Captivating verses illustrating this illusion,
Innovating... Intimidating this federal intrusion.
As the turntables spin I walk them - neverending,
Like Saturn's ring exploration - impending.
Lacking a dramatic ending I endure,
defining the way of the rap nature.
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Just something quick... Not entirely finished...
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