Posts: 200
Sex: male
Join Date: Aug,
2007
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9/24/2008 1:02:31 PM
the lines are straiter then a line drawn from the mind seen threw einstiens eyes, but im far from fine/ i rhyme to keep the state im in, in mind// but im outta my head, like im looken threw a different persons perspective/ the words collect like injections, like siringes were messed with// the lines are drawn from blood but the formulas pure/ from the lips of a pure blooded thurrow bread, into the mic out the speakers then into yur ears// i could sit and write the night out, roll with my dogs an ride out, scoopen up rats and mice like night owls/ or patiently wait for the presice moment to strike foul// from the shit that i spit up from my bowels, is like barrels-r-fulla loaded clips/ spread faster threw the network then a virus sent threw the hands of pirates// opened eyelids/ even when closed like vice grips and the bodies lifeless, the visions still the niceist// i write with, the thoughts in my head, a pad, and a pen, layen a beat down like street scuffles/ usen the microphone to throw the fucken nuckles// knees buckle without any straps-r-fist used/ could make the hardest dude, part from his food//
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