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Fig 05-24-2015 06:46 AM

Chi stylin (the just because cypher)
 
Splitting acid tablets with Moses to absolve the damned with entranced performance held within a flash; my magnum opus. A cro magnun with his mandible twitchin ample; creating frequencies that'll resonate with opponents. The camel's lit like jay z and I'm focused. My babbling alone could tower the strained and quoted. It's no matter. All patterns had laid dormant till their neural activation through faculties flamed for it.

Fig 05-24-2015 08:41 AM

I'm a Mayan mind
Genealogy traced to the gaiyan rise
I glide like I'm aligned with the skies at night
You stay stuck and deprive the light
But claim thug, get a sentence, hang tough, cuz u can't even write
Grab ass cheek tonight
Cuz I'm not in the pin
While you're rotting, in a block as sim plis tic
as the thought process you're limited to
It's the intimate truth
Wait, imminent doom
Tienneman minute men rippin through you
Get the vision you fool I'm equipped with it
Stage the incident in which you lose your significance
Performing persona is pestilent piece of shit pest, and being a beast is the only prerequisite

El Muffin 05-24-2015 12:50 PM

Everything following

imminent doom was impressive

Most specifically, the minute men part

Rest was ok

Good lil flex fig


The first reminded me of wise too much for me

Chyeahhh!!! 05-24-2015 01:49 PM

epileptic word placement smeared battery acid, septic tanks, adverse complacent with this flattery accent, I flip with navy seal flippers on nigga, you're an imaginary back flip, conjured up in a homesexual's dream of circus acrobatics who spell adversary backwards

Fig 05-24-2015 01:56 PM

Stuntin grey jumpmans and a Peruvian parka.
Mechanized munitions brought to you by DARPA.
I'm hard to read and even harder to learn, but once you start up
My narrative could sizzle your synaptic passage to stardust,
of which I kick up to limit the visibility,
then resiliently reassemble all of the inability.

Fig 05-24-2015 02:18 PM

My priorities are far out of wack

Like my dick

And you see I'm burning up like fire ants

Like my dick

Pent up but soon on the ascent

Like my dick

Wet muffs and brews are coming next

Like my dick

Witty 05-24-2015 02:52 PM

Remind me to destroy this thread later plz thnx.

Chyeahhh!!! 05-24-2015 04:02 PM

I chamber rounds then tell you to freeze like cryogenics
get you wet up, pardon me, I just introduced a new realm to hydro physics
subdural hematoma's and semi colons, those are brain bleeds on top of brain bleeds
the ice pic causing the brain freeze, neuro transmitters emitting the pain-fre
quency, thats an electric circuitry SOS ring out

mayniuhh 05-24-2015 04:48 PM

pardon the inn,
ability senses
splintering of fingers
as a mode:
a road to mo'
conductivity ribbing
the
wind sent my pretty
ribbon's aswim...

Po'tal Clo:
"Leave no 'justs',
'is';
LEAVE NO PIECES..."

"Kosovo."
I don't even need your I's
(or need your nose
I'll knead your eyes)
your seams sir, prized?
(heard ya humming
"wack as shit"
so why you tugging
at your wrist and wrist
and downstream?)

calloused up my finger's splinters
to the palm each split by 500
what's a river to me?
Killer to be?
Vibing with a
hypersonic tying in to
momma nature's high intent.
I'd convince
a hyacinth to
dye-in-scent,
you.
seeing sea sleep in's
Keeping it tree in deed
yo forehead
and my meat tenderizer
gon make some DNB li
"Dougnat?
Soundope?"
(SMACK) overdose.

Yo.
They gone be like:
("How," I thought. "To peep that,")
Yo he murked a wack rapper face
and brought the bees back
ye can't
have my
muthafuckin hands...

Chyeahhh!!! 05-24-2015 07:51 PM

I can't ascertain as to why ya'll writing wit me
I'll take your girl, and broadcast me castrating the broad while I F her right in the P
as certain, my words come alive and take on the form of a masked merchant
alas worship, forever moor the poet, the black warship
smooth as the operator manueverin' attack forces through mapped courses
tailored for brash coarseness, size you up within a fit of rage
my chicken scratches will kill you, that's why after each rough draft I R.I.P the page
you can count on these shells following through
that's a 7, 6, and 2
or I can have opposed thumbs on both lungs till they collapse and you follow suit

Fig 05-24-2015 11:13 PM

Glad I could have all my closest friends in one thread.


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