Posted by Zircon on 2/16/2000, 5:19 pm
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Let me crease the peace, turn it into a paper airplane for flight/ And watch it soar then crash into a warm winter's night// My mentor's spite, that's why i know my lyrics tight/ Cause if i don't ignite, yall cats will never see the light// See the mic, it stands like a soldier on salute/ See the stage, a dune that harbors an oasis for recruits// See the crowd, ready to lock their interest and shoot/ You see yourself, if you don't then i guess you're a fraud to the troops// I ain't the one to play with, when amazement's a foot away/ Leave cats dazed, from what i didn't want to say// But spoke it anyway, made hairs stand on backs of necks/ Get respect from lack of it, have to admit the dude's fresh// Zirc indelible, mask over emcees and cut the edges/ Leave them without leverage, yeah i said it so give me credit// You may need a medic, plus a psychiatrist and HMO/ Cause i don't stop until brain dead is the M.O.// Everywhere i go, slow passengers wanna board this train/ But these thoughts got coverage like rogaine, bet you'll like the slow pain// If there's no pain, then i wasn't involved/ But if you feel beat down after my speak pounds then the problem's solved. I thump and i thump til the bump is bumped more- Zircon, abstract poet get it crunk like slump lords- More than you can afford, my verses are mighty swords- Serving fools isn't a chore, it was what i was built for(2X) Static is ticklish, your prose isn't vicious, limp bizkit-ish/ The penchant for slipping wrists is inbedded in my sentences// Menace to kids, haltering alter realities as my void grows/ Sigmund Freud knows my bed manners is iller than Howard Stern porn shows// A born thesbian thinking lesbian when my horn blows/ Licking chaps with snaps then disentegrating board Sethro's// A plethora of lyrics streaming in real audio/ Make any cat with half a brain intoxicated from the barley flow// As i eat wheat emcees leavened from puffy ways of speaking/ Continually greek my passage of mind so you lose track from where i'm peaking// Weekends are better, for me to rip as trendsetter/ Weekdays are cheap ways to show that light and earth mend together// Get the deepness? Naw, you talk abstract but i live it daily/ I was difficult to understand so my teachers refused to ok me// Life of an introverted self-absorbed being with lyrics flooding me/ Wish i had attention to lie on, or someone loving me// But because of my misfortune, weak fools on ice i'm scorching/ Leaving talcalm marks where body's stood on my foreskin// Aborting cats at the point of conception and circumcision/ Add up all the emcees i've buried and you can open a new hip hop division. out.

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