Danger- Skribble
The Real Me- Warchild
Timeline
My line of fate started way back in 98'
The first time i heard a record that made my mind state shake
Hip-Hop was born to me in a display of sorcery
And i visualised the execution, what rewards could be
I became a fanatic, my wrist ached from jotting my rhymes
My brain was regulary jolted with shots to the spine
Killer one liners from rhymers, my predessor's words
Providing a bless to verbs, such finesse was absurd
For 2 years i made garbage like household waste
And looking back i can't help but laugh at that bold state
An acne ridden teenage geek, plauged by ignorance
But i perservered and i was lifted to deliverance
I studied architects of the culture, the compound verses
Discovered the technique of multi's and reduced my curses
Elavated my vocab to a more sophisticated level
Rebelled against the status quo and started to revel
I heard 'The Mystery' by Rakim and learned imagery
The blending of religion and beats in symettry
It was 2002, i finally penned 'The Resurrection'
And earned the cypher name '6-feet' for my meditations
Tooks days for mental levitation, dined on mushrooms
Bursts into hysteric in plush rooms, barriers to push through
Witnessed the truth that we are all connected as one
From a singular point of origin, more neglected than none
Saw the whoring of the industry in every genre
From the Brit-Pop of my childhood, unbalanced in karma
Something to alarm ya, i couldn't help but let 'em
I didn't have the power to stop them so my viens pumped venom
Still i tuned my verbal weapons and advanced to audio's
But my delivery was lacking, resulting in thwarted flows
Back to chalk i go, the board, scribbling a new plan
All i could do was perservere with the riddle and stand
I rewind time, see what i can find in my timeline
The evolution from a student to a true divine mind
And now it's my time, to show the world how i shine
And rewrite inscribed lines in my own timeline
Defeat was not an option, so cold and frail
And then a miracle happened called 'The Holy Grail'
Some divine inspiration from the celestial wireless
I saw it as proof of the Orisus inside us
Realisation dawned of the potential surrounding existence
Everything from books, movies and thoughts from a pissed sense
Life's experiance, stories from modern to ancient cultures
A broad mind shouldn't repulse ya, don't act like a vulture
On the carcass of mediocraty, read the wisdom of Socrates
The philosophies of Nostradamas, visions and prophesy's
It was now 2004, and at a blistering pace
I kept droping open mics for the bliss of the chase
Collaberations across continents, pooling ideas
Learning from each other's backgrounds and moving through years
Paraphernalia and I, envisaged a mystic temple
Where martial arts were mental, so cryptic, yet simple
Old school cypher rhyming and posting results
Regardless of the subject matter, even close to default
The difference between 'sprint' and 'marathon' was illustraited
In the fact my London friends made moves, the illities made it!
Hit 'n' Run produced a blend of such brilliant variety
Other crews were trying we, knew they were spying me
But i'd never try to flee, i stayed surfing for beats
And conjouring a strange magic for the worth of 'Unique'
Some virgin ground, untouched by stumbling ego's
Away from whores, clubs and weed blow, its more than i need though
100 drops and counting, just trying to top the mountain
Visualising a perfect rapper and finding a spot around him
I left 'Deep' off my name because i haven't quite achieved
A level so inspirational it isn't quite believed
Still paying lisense fee's, it's more than hype i need
I just want to plant knowledge and give light to seed's
I rewind time, see what i can find in my timeline
The evolution from a student to a true divine mind
And now it's my time, to show the world how i shine
And rewrite inscribed lines in my own timeline
Pzz.