Blunt Lyric week.of August 2003 ft Rikoshay
As I may have mentioned before,
tAhe pad reveals a battlefield and my pen is a sword.
A single blade I swing away without lament or remorse.
Letters lend their support,
boldly venturing forth with no hesitation to create the words I send into war.
As the first sentence is born I put a vent in your forehead allowing your mental to soar.
The potential for gore grows exponentially more as I enter and forge
my way front and center through scores of henchmen galore.
I leave arteries unattached.
None can match my fully rendered rapport with the written word.
I quickly purge supposedly menacing hordes.
I have a penchant for chords.
Diamond hewn rhymes imbue my unconventional form
with vital truth combined with brutal and replenishing force.
Time will prove all my maneuvers to be the indefensible sort.
You weren't meant to retort.
I cause men to resort to evasive tactics, racing backwards on a tentative course.
I'm relentless when bored.
I'll hunt a friend just for sport.
Give no leeway.
The only way for the pain to end is abort.
((eN?GMa))
The celestial's torn, ripping through space with a gifted array,
in other words, I'm mincing your face
of eternity with stars as bullets, armed to pull it,
filling up Space to leave infinity sprayed...
Wisdom decays picking up paces
when the sediment’s stripped from the same
fallible idols professing militant reign...
See, my ink drips from a vein linked to my brain,
so if I think of sickles parting fickle hearts real plasma’s spilled in conveyance....
I’m pillaging raves in villages saved
from ignorance named Enigma who’s vain sickness encased
was an epidemic released when you give him a break
to incite a system iron fisted spawning the most nihilistic of wakes...
Aligned with Rika we’ve made
lords into examples then we’re given preambles amidst of the shambles,
to cease killing to waste time simply to grate
bones of competitors under our toes till the flesh is left in the thickest of paste...
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