Create / Escape
the power that a pen possesses..can send the message
extend the essence...reveal the real
it`s a tower that befriends the peasants..suspends heavens,
defends the desperate...seals the deal.
the story that the pencil speaks can dwell for weeks
it tells the speech..in a makeshift basement.
no glory in a stencil`s sheet, it`s hell indeed,
so dwell on the streets...that taste creation.
the picture that the ink depicts with a mystic tip..
is a twisted script...pursue the view
it`s a mixture of linguistic quips, and distant trips..
a hit of shit that you, too... should do.
the message that a rhime can tell..defines myself,
when a line is felt...embrace each last taste,
expression is a timeless shell...where minds can dwell,
and combine their wealth to excape the rat race.
16pMpdreams.
Rhime of the Month
the Doctor Oct on my block..plus i rock like Common
with talent on display like train cars...top to bottom.
it`s Flava..check the time on the clock that i`m rockin...
hate Pop...but Baby say i`m definately..."Not the Mama!"
i stop the Drama...
like i stepped on ya stage with a gat and deceptive mask
or ya wack sitcom of choice is gettin the axe
i exist for a few reasons...
to spit tight shit, flip hype scripts and be the odd 1 to offset ya crew`s even.
imagine me..
not improvin with ease consistently,
or standin in a cypher silent when someone wack is dissin me.
or comin corny off the top...or droppin a written that`s fuckin wack.
it ain`t happenin..
like me finally befriendin someone black.
perFect the motions..
get ya Open like.."Time To Make The Donuts"
and when it`s set you stay wet...like you forgot ya stank deodorant.
i`ll pierce you...not for hoops that fit thru ears smooth,
but cuz "sime" is tagged in red behind ya head...and i want a clear view..
plus...i`m just begginin to blast..
a grinnin cat who`s glad he took the Door in you and made it a Window to smash.
i`ll bring a razor to your face...
Not cuz you needed to shave for days..
But cuz my tag needs it`s "i" dotted...and i`m savin the blade`s paint.
These gangsta`s is all fake...peep game:
...this is how i be pMp`n...
step to the scene....greet women with sweet diction
and like Dunkin' Donuts leave every last G out the picture.
you`ll get ignored...like "don`t rip" tags on mattresses,
and misused more than milk crates DJ`s keep they classics in..
Y`all predictable..always sayin somethin foolish,
Like "All genre`s i`m cool with...except for country music"
That views Nixed..and all ya lines? Follow the same pattern..
Add some Stars and ya 13 bars is American flaggin`
No variety...and tricked into thinkin ya message is vital...
So ya wasted ya tip money on pressin some vinyl?
That`s a bad fiscal choice...you`ll lose.. ya SHOOK
Like thinkin you`ll make ya money back by sellin used school books.
i`m a study in permanence...dominant like great lords...
You left ya darkest marks on a dry-erase board.
When i`m bored with innovatin...i shop at used block markets...
And dig out an old phrase..from PBA days, so you fools:
"Hot Garbage!"
i`m a hypocrit boilin herbal tea..who wants his black kettle back..
so i can lose my mind like i`m Jack Kerouac.
to pad my stack i been pushin some dank trees...
tryin to gain weight like Dave Wells ... so i can Yank Ki`s.
and yall can thank me...for rottin the minds of the youth
by rockin rhimes that uproot values or shoppin dimes to these goofs.
i stack money each day...so i`m set for blunders...
Savings Account the same amount as my SS Number.
i`ll abuse ya future...disrupt sunrise when i boost ya rooster..
and spit the sweetest shit like i sipped syrup with the pigs in Super Troopers.
in the year of the underdog past failures got success locked..
so i`ll shine and the World Series`ll be the Cubs and Red Sox.
this the Rhime of the Month...so if it`s rated "9" today...
it`s a perfect 10 tomorrow when it`s the calendar`s time to change.
pMp or treat...
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Shags McGee
This guy`s in trouble..no love, despised by huddles
The Masses think he`s classless, he just sighs and mumbles.
He resides in rumble..no razors to hide his stubble,
Tries to hustle but he fails.... loses pride and stumbles.
The last Time he cuddled...he felt fuckin fresh
Used to get NUFF respect and expect nothin less
but it`s been a mix of beers and sixteen years since he touched a breast
he`s switched gears...no more need to brush his bref
Used to dream how many hoes he could add to his scheme..
Now he freeze cuz all the holes, he has in his jeans.
The most tragic of scenes...it`s the bags and the suds..
The booze and the drugs make him feel like he was dragged thru the mud
Turned heads as a hot soldier..wanted to be a God when older,
Now he only gets attention cuz of foul body odor.
It`s odd if he`s sober...known in this town as Shags
And the locals know it ain`t a lunch inside his brown bag.
The ground is his shack...on the hardfloor blocks,
Used to love to box, now loves a good cardboard box.
It`s kinda pitiful...he ain`t a criminal, livin to boost,
He was a proud dude, who made a bad decision or two.
If you think you seen him...before you laugh and diss his fall..
Take a look into his eyes...glimpse the crystal ball..
It`s a bit strange, but it seems y`all almost livin the same...
So next time you see a bum maybe you should give`m ya change.
pMpspit
aint tryina wait until They let us in
welcome back to the 5th
a new way in the mold school
its day 2, de ja vu, de la 2,
with the slick minded, sick rhimin
peice of shit simon
grinnin when im winnin
but still cool with when im losin
cuz with each loss comes an option for growth
rockin the boat on the mainstream
float with popular quotes
ive settled in,
took my own mental jetison
cuz we aint tryina wait until They let us in.
and my head is pin-
point sharp - used to abuse excederin,
now my spirit is my medicine.
so i run with the bulls
its the funk and the soul
the love and the hold on the glow of the sun thats exposed
and when the dark clouds come for 8 days straight,
i just stayed blazed,
drop tracks,
and keep shit hot like that.
see we got evil and killin
we got katrina and wilma
folks deceivin and illin
we here to free the civilians
from the grind of life, rat race retiree,
smilin,
cuz now 9 to 5 in this fellow's life
is the cue ball off the orange solid, into the yellow stripe
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