[trap.]

Name: Sime
Reps:

Title: "disdain"


i`ve convinced myself to take better care of my words and mince my health.


seeK:

my conscious is weary, from fighting an inner conflict theory,
where my bi.polars at? i know all despondants feel me
got a qualm with nearly 75 percent of the earth`s people,
at first feeble, but feelin worse than evil since my first needle.
i curse people, sataniK rituals are almost manically habitual
how in the fuck am i supposed to live in a world that`s so mechanically political.
insanity`s a miniscule portion of the fog within this psycho`s noggin,
and life is hard when my slightest problem`s are magnified within this microcosm.
so scared of the "real world" i locked myself inside and cancelled mtv,
chemical dependency has turned "me" into a kid who 'pretends he`s me'
i have a tendancy to annoy people, you think it`s unintentional?
be happy you`re even a herb, some kids come out as vegetables
this general writes in gutters, more lyrics than the tightest cypher`s mutter
blastin like the rifle`s brother when i lace tracks like recycled rubber.
a spiteful shudder, feeling disdainful towards this hateful place
but i`m straight with space, fuck tryin to make it to heaven`s spatial gate.
i couldn`t accept that true personality`s your unabashed personal reality,
since birth gradually, society seeks to obtain their mirth with salary.
my goal: disperse normality, enslave cliche` and strain to misbehave
i shift my weight until my wits displayed with explicit rage.
i ticket fate, and got a search warrant out for destiny
the hidden forces is my extacy, the key to my secret recipe.
i speak via telepathy, tap my inner mind, yeah, paint thinner`s fine,
already cold hearted enuf, it`s understood why i hate wintertime.

dredful pMp.

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Title: "Tick Tock"

tick...tock

conformity just bores me,
i strike chords not clocks..
if i`m wack i blame the cats that forgot to inform me
fuck a crutch, anti-storm-g,
never fuck with the trends
don`t trust fate, so i bench press my luck at the gym
send a wammie to my family...
except for my brother
seems he escaped this place before i pressed the buzzer.
i don`t roll out, bitch...i float through in yachts,
sell out therapies just to afford this soul food for thought.
my rhimes is dungeon..
most fams come a dime a dozen...
so fuck ugly, i`ll get Gross for a buck twenty
do the math dunny..that`s like half the money.
that it takes.. if you relate to how i get blasted homey.
view between the lines to me.. says: skew the core scene,
i got 2 40`s...and what is 90? 2 times 1 Colt45, b.
but what is this mess i just constructed buddy?
it`s hip Hop,
you don`t know?
ya betta ask some bunny.


aka george pMpton.

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Title: "Arrested Peace"

Arrested Peace


i used to...
Love Life, the bugged type who`d mention things...
..that would bless a session, with the best of sentences.
express my sentiments....i hoped to test the reach...
So i fought til i got to a state of Arrested Peace...
After a journey to the verge of where people purge evil,
and live in prisms of wisdom, without The Word`s steeple
Submerged in a version of peaceful mindstates...
a plurality of purity that takes righteousness and combines hate.
i say you should migrate, the time`s great...
a place where the crime rate`s aligned with a declining pace
Get a taste of sime`s stank, in a squeaky clean mansion..
Where a crooked line`s straight and "Let it Be" is the anthem
A place where camps come cuz indecency`s vanquished..
After you take a lava bath you can speak with the ancients.
since pain is love i simply assume death is exstacy...
And purity equals a life of sin that`ll never be catchin me.
it`s exceptionally ill, a place where professionals build...
Ex-ceptionally chill for real, without messin with pills
it`s my won zone...never look for ways to come home
i`m undone, and finally over my tainted love joneS

pMp.calm

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Title: "7/5/01"

twisted.daily or maybe less, it`s all gravy, bet.
i still engage in sessions while the band plays the set.
each day my breath inhales the world, maX with relaxation,
rap to beats while facin all the traps that greet the nation.
impact the weak ass stations, make`m listen to sime,
reposition my mind to glide while i`m trippin thru time.
pot?nah first, i deal with brew, the sky`s a shield of blue,
numb the world`s senses til no one`s feelin you.
what`s real is true, stay silent..let the essence speak,
the freshest freak, Developed a plan...to Arrest the Speech.
of course this shit`s devine, i meditate to set it straight,
i`m perfection, you can`t make the grade after several takes
this level shakes the axis of the Earth, masses hurt,
i map the turf beforehand, then attack the hapless jerks.
it has to work, the blueprint is destined for success,
i`ma lessoned vet who`s fresh, not to mention more possessed
A war of teXt engages against cats who need some facelifts,
tactfully abrasive, poundin white on black you ain`t erasin.
i`m straight you chaisin, make it blazin, steppin in Tim`s,
Oops, did i forget to mention?.......sime is reppin the pMp`