Word War II:Fantastic Grammatics w/{U-C}

[Saint]

posted 02-19-2001 04:10 PM
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Refrain:
What good is a pen, when there is nothing to write
Like reaching for something when there's nothing in sight
With lines in mind's light, ink bleeds but there's nothing but white
These words is playin a game but I'm fighting for life

Sengoku:

Xecute elocution without solutions 2 confusion/allusions Nduce and protrude with contributions 2 noise pollution/but relevant eloquent word elements set the precedent/with no evidence of Mpediments/as I move from past 2 present tense/but Nstead the hints of decadence ever since make me hesitant/2 orate and state great straight N 8 mandates/2 complicate,so I contemplate,and concentrate on how 2 connotate/I'm enamored by standard grammer,I don't st-st-stutter or ssssssstammer/but clammor with grandeur N a respectable manor/though it doesn't matter, I'm still flattered by scattered idle chatter/walk with a staggered swagger a slacker Bcuz what I sputter spatters/shatter dreams,schemes,themes,Ntervene and no longer scream clean/but obscene,it seems mean,but I'm tired of B ing trapped Bhind this screen of serene/I've got a hypothesis that's not monotonous/a lot of promises 4 a plot 4 stopN this/happens 2 B synonymous with what my synopsis is/2 teach free speech 2 each and all trying 2 reach(elevate!)/they'll Bseech without me having 2 yell tell or screech 4 what they seek/so I'll just recite polite bright ideas 2 fight spite/it's quite a plight since some R slightly trite with what they write/4get all the superstitions,Ntuitions,Nhabitions,and suspicions/Of me kidnapping the ALPHABET N my mission 4 aquisition/there will B no aprehension on only 1 condition/that there please B no more repitition of prepositions/my future visions tell me it's time 4 some new decisions/so I'll just have 2 change and make a new edition of definitions.


Jericho:

A grammatic fanatic/ my vision facets the mind to diamond habits/ Automatically tracking verbs swinging words like acrobatics/ So erratic my pen’s magic wraps lines in straightjackets/ that’s lacking fabric/
Writing fast while driving past my future love in the back of traffic/ Telepathic sign language/ classic case of speaking backwards/ Laughing at me, these words cling attracting static/ after dousing
Me out and burning my pack of matches/ sadness catches it’s breath and blows tears, my actor dashes from the cast of ashes/ look at myself and realize I’m just average/ In a right of passage through bell curves and word fractions/ the past, a timeline full of memory lapses/ but-how-does-this-happen-without-the-dashes/ my mind is like an almanac for car crashes/ Savage hazards are ravaged paths I leave smashed like broken glasses/ Turning ciphers to silent mics in broken circles of nervous passes/ Mic cables give whip lashes cause in fact, your theory’s fiction/ panic stricken dialogue with no one to listen/ permission to piss sir, I’ve been locked up all my life/ permission to build a house and paint all the walls white/ brush strokes in holy water so I can be blessed/ and dress accordingly so I can fit in with all the rest/ of vocabulary with bristles dipped in speech/ tongue lips lungs language homage, my receipt/ when I reach my favorite bridge I’ll be falling out of favor/ words will be the last gasp that I will savor

Cyplyrx:

Mystic/ Linguistics/ sunset revisited/ spitting/ definitive/ derivatives/
cynics/ pout/ and shout/ doubt/ the clout/ and the lyrics/ royal/ lineage/
coil/ mikes/ and strike/ my historic/ rhetorical/ mathematics/ emphatic/
grammatically/ devise/ and cap-size/ divide/ the common/ practice/ of rap's/
thematic/ my flows/ bombing/ the senseless/ and miniscule/ mental/ of
individuals/ are reciprocals/ of form/er selves/ transforms/ the born/
again/ Christians/ listening/ to every syllable/ centrifugal/ syntax/
packed/ in/ ciphering/ pure/ adrenaline/ secreted/ inure/ to the venom/ of
repeated/ attacks/ on wax/ Hip-Hop reverts to artifacts/ as cats/ lack/
innovative/ tracks/ limits/ primitive/ minds/ designing/ rhymes/ refined/
intellect/ progress/ etched/ in the text/ as concepts/ infect/ vexed/ are
the hexed/ by storms/ of scripts/ writs/ of majestic/ specimens/
enlightened/ free/ masons/ lacing/ enemies/ and sites/ with/ ill/ skills/
concealed/ the melee/ is the carrier/ of the testimony/ to smash/ the sound/
barrier/ rounds/ of sounds/ crash/ the premises/ pound/ and slash/ the
habitats/ of the nemesis/ rap/ apprentices/ in the business/ for financial/
incentives/ intellectual/ directives/ dissected/ the least respected/
cyclonic/ tonics/ results in the chronic/ illness/ of brilliance/ flesh/
reaches/ the depths/ but we resurrected/ ideals/ fill/ tapes with styles/
compiled/ equals/ resilience/ all points/ of the spectrum/ presented/ all
tints/ shades/ pigments/ and figments/ of the imagination/ fade/ from the
cradle/ to the grave/ save/ my soul from the played/ stayed/ and fake/
trade/ of rhyming to get paid/ and laid/ which is outweighed/ by artistic/
dominance/ Boiler Room Alliance/ and U-Phonix/ Sonic/ titans/ colliding/
defines/ excellence/

Orange Lazarus:

Fervor, the murmurs in my head control the servers of populace, the opulence of decadence holds me still in reverence for sentiments are like second sense to observance of copulation of thought to word and flight to birds through skies, can't figure the sighs of searching eyes through the unwritten pages, engages me to stages of life yet lived, sinned and forgived treatises, in fetuses it seems as this repeated lesson is unneeded, planted but unseeded, misleaded and I feel cheated, treated two-sides of your face, made a case for race to finish last in the past, I'm aghast at the rasp of your voice, choice is something to rejoice every morning, forewarning that options are forming to the left, deft to script the treble cleft so there's no need to improvise, I realize to rationalize I must close these eyes and return to inside the mind to chide the vibe that rides the streets and creates the beats, hits the creeps and steeps the essence, effervescence in convalescence is regressive to be stereotyped impressive while it is such the opposite topic writ is nothing fit to habit-ualize and conceptualize me so I can hypothesize experimental logic, brain cells are micro-scopic but they formulate my topics, biopics in bionics hooked me on phonics so I speak this so it is spoken, the needle is broken and still the records spins, the story begins at the doorway of imagination, each combination is possible used over and again, hold a hand and befriend the end, send the trend an invitation, feel the girth of a global nation, comment on complacence and shelter in the faceless and tasteless fakeness of every situation I come across, I am at a loss, so I martyr myself upon a cross, vocabulary.

ThaJoker U-C

Bars imprison thought, written wisdom that isn't bought/
Vision shot, {U-C}? it isn't ICED OUT so it isn't HOT/
Given PLOTS undeveloped hip hop's in a GRAVE position/
Made to Glisten, "Spittin" jewel is UN-cool THEIR afraid to listen/
BLADES'll cristen TASTLESS waste that given to Cyber space/
Rival BASIC SMOKE BLOWERS... I live in the fire place/
Never one to Tie a bracelet or chain to my NAME's promotion/
Fame was opened to a stream of MC's that became an ocean/
GAME is spoken now, reality lost, like Atlantis be/
Man is FREE... but HIP HOP's become locked within FANTASY/
UNDERstand, if we don't KEEP it real then its KEEPING us/
Seaking lust, we've been Thrust into KILLING what we can TRUST/
S.H.E. can touch pages, stages, and PLAY with a KID's RAGE/
TIL his cocept of HEART sits FREE of his his RIB CAGE/
So as I R.I.P. ages, J-is, extracting the NAKED FACTS/
Fakes git slapped, for Tryna RAPE what i LOVE as i TAKE IT BACK...
I'm outty.

HAHA! {U-C}?