*the 'hip-hop' Dr.jekyl-mr.hyde..* Peep..!!
THE HIP HOP dr. JERKYL-MR.HYDE...
The Burden of my ruins,..
causes me to savour an extensive taste for these humans,
feast'n on hubris, & pupils, the aroma of blood is beautiful,
unpricipled in a world so synical,
held captive in thoughts so noone can mimic me,
the simplicity in siloquey is kill'n me,
so misplaced thoughts is
transplanted to the tip of my sword,
off wit'cha head, I've done this before,...
evil and flagtitous, unmerciful N violent,
tired of dream'n, splice open my eyelids,
Im aN endangered species fight'n 4 survival,
everyones a rival I must take the title,
man or beast i need to prove who I am,
but when i look in the mirror, aint noone there,
so I go with this agonozing, and uncivilized feel
in my gut,
that when the beat turns, whoa..!!
Everything is a BLURR....
laying in the booth,
try'na remember, what went wrong,
clothes ripped n torn, think'n...
this couldnt of happened from rapp'n,
I could neva slip or fall..
A thousand identities im losing my memories,
feeling enerverated try'na boost up my energy,
at any or all cost, I need to remember what happens,
when the beat turns on,
before i go crazy with zany N wavy thoughts,
my plans to fracture the incompetant benighted an fraudulent,
so when you meet, the hip hop, dr jekyl n hyde, U kno' theres no opposing him,
speak'n from a perspective, thats distorted aN defective,
but infected wit intelligence,
they say hes a legend, but only I know the truth,
you can never dissever, a beast from its roots....
the traction slipped from my pivot, in an instance i was drawn towards malignant N chaotic fury,destroying in graphical illustration,
testin the limits...like raps on the verge of abomination..
i feel schitsophrenic...thats why i write these verses on paper...
grounds of war, but only im on the battlefield,
an obtainable bone of contention ceases to be but a breath of a spoken word, how could they let such a demon in a world full of irrationality,
divulge my thoughts in a pad under tons of ink,
systematically examining the inflictions of my struggles,
disruption and loss, destruction across,
runnin out of ideas take a slit to the throat..
in the end I come to realize,---> really......, what I am INSIDE,
Im the only living hip hop, dr.jekyl -n- mr. hyde....
WOULD LIKE FEEDBACK PLZ...
JUST BUGGN OUT, DIDNT HAVE A TOPIC TO BEGIN W/. JUST WENT WITH IT.. BUT HOLLA ERRY-1
my 2ew links
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...89#post2132889
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...47#post2132947
KALIKOZE9/11
'GEDD@.ME'
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