[trap.]

Title: "22602"

The pinnacle of panache with subliminal plots.
use minimal thought, with disguised messages,
My weapon is wit, apply it on effortless..tactics
stay fresh ...tictacs, switched shit. .. backflip
flashback? pinnacle of... plots, tip of the tower,
come clean like... fuck, i just slipped in the shower
i guess it`s back to panache...a fragrance glances
plagiarize..i..sime... played your wizest stanzas
blue finger print patterns, paint is silly when wet,
the master peace is silhouettes on window sills.
picture the calmness like the slam of an anvil?
or apt prose that`s apropro: landscape that`s tranquil
i`m being human altho it`s a new hue that i be in,
frequent spots often, use my view as my napkin. (clean!)
to make a long story short, just read the 1st and last chapters.
rappers...to switch speed you need the gears.
to think...i used to use qtip to clean my ears.
but i am here, the place is now, the time is me.
yukons jacked...njDRIVEstyle, ridin free..
blood flows in reverse, my wrists slit you...lifeless
i`m priceless...like...can`t cop me at payless
i find nites to be fine when i`m not fined for my rights...
hope you got ya mind right while watchin my mind write

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Title: "Tayspire"

Ya bruised nasty, lookin half-pruned and mad grey
i'm classy... so i'll use ya body as a human ashtray
improving vastly...bombin writtens...on a mission,
To honor wisdom, and walk far from contradiction.
A point to ponder, simon 1-der's why war is stronger,
As we support the Contra i get bored with monsters.
Absorb the Ganja, it helps me ignore the bombers,
Realizin this Earth provides an endless floor to wonder.
A snore in slumber, with visions i could feed to fiends,
The view's serene, wish i could live and breathe thru dreams.
Believe the scenes bombarding... simon seizes power,
Steppin to perfection? hi, i'm me...the bouncer.
That's called a brief encounter...time to slip thru time again,
Graded higher than 5 stars, like sippin a 6 of Heinekin.
sime is sick..i slide and slip, my seizmic rhimes can bend,
Bust glass jaws with appliance's and diamond rings.
Aspiring was a prior thing, stick to plain and basic...
Remain a makeshift king and bop to a disco laden play list.
Wasted a little bit...still out-riddle the sphinx,
Ain't All That cuz No one can even fuck with a little of this.
Ya not the dopest...honest, ya awful, shocked & hopeless
Get Left with rocks and loads of tea in Boston's oceans.
i locked the motions, but if you wanna prop this flow shit..
Scroll down and prepare for an unusually hot autumn Solstice.

pMpstatic.

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COLLAB
Title: Ides of March (A sime production)
Featuring: Aloe Vera and E2


[color=blue]sime:[/blue]

This is for the birds, like the bag lady throws bread
feelin .crumby. til i turned on some Radiohead.
i may be no Dred, but i pledge allegiance to Bob,
kid$ is money hungry today, sweatin Regis`s knob.
best believe this is odd, Forever duck the swarm,
call me a gay Bob Vila as i steady fuck the Norm.
i`m already up-to-warm, write shit with or w/out the bull pen,
hookt Bugz up w/. a few Karrots...this ain`t even the full geM.
i pull ends. stack cash with each line, i preach rhimes.
'explosive on land' even when i don`t 'speak mines..'
this be sime. forgetful? nah these kats just keep frontin,
well, act like you Kno and make a fresh beat or somethin.
my speech is bumpin, insert track for noise pollution,
i-net beef`s a blast (3 years ago), now it annoys this human.
keep employin amusement, while the rest of us laugh at you
only reason i beat Def was to get him to "act c0n-fused"
get quotes often, care less if ya sick, i choke naucious
and i don`t just push the envelope, i bomb the post office
this dope author`s posts one question, Got Weed?
sheeit, i get blazed rockin a blazer in a Blazer with Rasheed.
i make a Na-zi with openeyez, don`t ever hope to try,
the quotes are fly from E2, and Aloe`s posts are wise.
the mOs despised - i define smart and rhime with heart,
this hiphopdrunkie is the patron St. Ides of March.
the flyness is just a start... we`ll be doper next hour
pMp`s 'swish' in this game, balla`s who stay 'Net Prowlers.'

E2:

PmP is what I'm proud to be, so keep on looking out for me
While I creep up like outbreaks of foot and mouth disease
Drunk as fuck, metabolism slowing down like our economy
But after a couple bottles y'all don't correspond to me
The world is in high school, and everyone's keeping their ass shut
While I'm showing upperclassmen love like George Bush's tax cut
As for critics, I don't listen to those- French kissing a goat
My rhythm is suicide cause I'm never missing a note
Plus I can leave behind the war and even redefine the norm
Y'all must be selling high grade, cause we've seen your kind before
And you're only retarded cause thinking is harder to do
But don't take it personally, the world's just smarter than you
Life is an arranged marriage, we're all pre-paired to die
I'm strangling y'all like Caesars without an heir supply
I'm only for the ladies- so yeah, my dick is sexist
Pussy is cereal since I always eat Trix for breakfast
Opponents? Shit, I'll laugh at 'em again; half of 'em are gimp
Just sittin' trying to think of an acronym for PmP
And I know all about that cause it happened to me once
Who knows how many people I've met just asking to be one
So if y'all don't like my way of expressing my conscience
Please call 1-800 FUCK YOU for questions or comments
Now and then I live a little bit, though not frivolously rich
I can really make y'all look shittier than kitty litter gets

AloeVera:

Aloes up in this just to slaughter these wack granuals,
Fuck wine, I get Mighty and turn water to Jack Daniels,
Why run? You know i`ma confront ya Oedipus complex,
Breakin out, Can`t be 'taken out', I`m ahead of the context,
A regular bomb-threat, A kid who makes a sport of Resin,
I got the 'will to be' of a wilderbeest, I Phorce the legend,
Of course with Evan, Sime, And the rest of the pMp`z,
With the game more on lock than police evidence is,
Hesitant kids get stuck up, Fucked up in slow-motion,
Crumbs buy stocks in Jergens but never own the lotion,
I`m prone to smokin, But you`ll never see me go up in it,
In a world of option & choice our skills are still coveted,
Take your fill and spill under it, Leave the plains grazed,
You wanna 'see-sick'? Go take a ride on my 'brain-waves',
And name ways Aloe could leave ya with a folded chin,
Aloe gets in heads like when you smoke and hold it in,
Supposed to be molded in a norm, Guess what happened,
I fed change quarters, Sacked up, And then started rappin,
Took a Bizzare Ride to the Phar Cyde, Bashin the sky,
On average im high but Mary Jane keeps Passin Me By,
Rapidly tie loose ends, Oh, and i`d like to canibal nsync,
In with win streaks, We pMp`z think with animal instincs,
Calico brings heat, And thats along with Evan and Sime,
Set your clocks forward early cuz we`re ahead of our time..

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COLLABORATION: FEATURING...SIME, JLC, and Eso

Title: Diversity 'n' Illness: The 4 White Guys Collab w/ sime, eso, JLC




[Eso]:
Mantic embryos, these frantic frenzied flows throws blows to envied MC pros
its just an empty show though Anthony was tempted so Satan remains a latent
woe
a greater foe that hate will know, sins upon Eden's tree will grow, an arrow
on a cedar bow
chasing the seaward crow, to make your bread first knead the dough
blinded by the gleaming stones, the heathen bones beneath the Christian
thrones
memories bequeathed when leaving Rome, the dead are weaving treason's tome
moans of breathing seedlings grown and needing homes, I'm bleeding poems
reassuring evening grows from mornings mourning, the stars are out and Mars
is warning
a mirage is dawning, chaos about to start the warring, the dark is crawling
the starkest bawling, drowning, a carcass where the ark is mooring,
sharks are crawling, from the twilight, sparks are falling, Judahs lion
roaring
imploring barks, from Hades calling, I bet with death, slept and dreamt of
Cerebus
sought by Nemesis I caught the semblances of emblems on their pendants lid
dependence is the end of this, my penmanship can only trace remberance
I chase a heritige that perishes from the wounds of emptiness,
marooned, cocooned in catacombs of sentence
I leant and sipped the embers of my foolish temperance

[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma

[King~D the Arch-Villain]:
Expanding fissures electing a figure to directly ban the stigma/
You want to shake their hand, but they're extending an arista/
Crystal clear water reflecting an enigma, these hectic pictures/
Suspectin fixtures, now we inspectin victors like infected blisters/
A missed turn at a fork in the road... identity cleft down the middle/
Confused but still deftly shoutin riddles and respect devoutness little/
It's a hefty bout to settle... King Arthur and civility is our Guenevere/
Unfaithful when cowards tend to leer, led by the sour scent of fear/
It's now been a year since I looked for death, shook with stress/
It took the best to put to rest the burden left on my neural crest/
A hurdled test, gaining stength to move on past the troubled lores/
Why others try to get away, paddin up the doors, have another Coors/
That a lover pours, a substitute stream for hidden nonplussed dreams/
Only the acute perceive, because no one hears the mute scream/
The truth seems to blend with guile, a dour flower and the stem is vile/
Memorandums set 'em in tandem... attacking the central aisle/
With the intent to rile... dauntless to a sense of drama/
Despondent, hence when taunted they just respondin with "ya' momma"/

[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma

[sime]:
step inside...
however, be forewarned - expect to die
what "I Got" -you couldn`t be- "On It" if the Luniz lent ya "5"
starin at ya tepid eyes, i see through ya best disguise,
sime`s the breadwinner shunn`n other`s yeast...so don`t expect to rise
i testify, my text.defies conventionalism, i`m inept to lies
kizzo`s disrespeck this guy and get hit with specs of Pi.
now THATS mathematiKs for all the gawds, erFs, and seedlings,
conceived at a horrible birth in Eden so now i wallow with curs-ed heathens.
don`t follow the words of reason! listen2heartful murmurs IF they come.
and i wouldn`t be proppin the G Bong if i ever learned2hit the blunt.
get spurned with bits of drunken steez, so who is touchin these??
this inebriated driver is a road hazard, so people, clutch ya keys.
i fukk2please myself, so premature ejaculations are what i "shoot" for,
besides, i`ll never "hear" a complaint if i`m steady fukkin this mute wh0re.
producer!?! kid you loop four times then call that sh!t a masterpiece,
i sh!t on flacid geeks, been fresh since days of Athens, Greece.
i bask in beef, so your little squabble ain`t nothin new2me,
we`re2ill, you can`t fight king d, eso, JLC and sime with immunity.

[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma

[JLC]
NonRespondents, left motionless through cardiovascular trauma
Pre-Dominant flows as eye-opening as Radfords party in Pajama's
third eye wanders, my perception's distinguishes man's misconceptions
mind ponders, suggestions that I should head off in new directions
SmackDab in the middle of nowhere, tension's of dispair are in the air
Ya sh!t's HAD, need to retire worse than Hogan and Rick Flair
their MetaphorS were PLAYED OUT be-4 the POC hit Sethro's
mC's going to war, won't survive against this apocolyptic manifesto
Chugging Hennessy and ya'll still ain't "drinking away the pain"
Druggin kimothy to rape her and succeeding, think about ya shame
Carrying yet another problem on ya shoulder you can't burden
These stupid fukks think rocking baggy pants makes You Urban
U have to go to Source events just to ask "How can I be Down"
U fukkaz got Bozo feet, that's why everyone call's u clown's
words are violent winds conjured in the eye of a Tsunami
Folding paperWeight rappers out of proportion through origami
these faggots signing their own death warrent talking bout my momma
That's worse than diving in a pool filled with thousands of piranhas

We 2 freSh

Peace