sapient

Eviscerate · 04-01-2016, 01:09 AM

Another day of complete failure, some speech’s alien:
nothing I can bleed from my tongue seems salient.
Asleep - sapient with a keen razor wit,
I barely even dream lately it’s a fiend trading hits
in the mirror, where I notice my build’s thinner. Twist slivers
of sensimilla between the rizla before I skip dinner

^exellent intro. instantly caught my attention. very technical, yet came across effortless. Can't remember the last time i heard "rizla" used anywhere.

and sit, bitter, with the sweet taste of irony, fire and green.
Temper thoughts till grey matter sheets change to iron, ire and steel
I can feel, or just wield
with zeal; and hope my scion recognizes its seal.
I’m tired. Tired of even trying to find what’s real

^dope...

rather be forgotten than relegated to merely ‘quotable’.

^felt..

I chose to kill cherished moments in view of the camera
in hopes it would undo all my illusions of candor.
I know the deal: delusions of grandeur
ensure my stupor and malady usually hang a..

^that was a fire run right there. rhymes, flow, well writ.
I appreciate how you switched [grandeur] with candor, and then in the very next line came back with grandeur. It shows that u make effort to not be preditable. I thought that was slick.

dope piece.
respect

04-01-2016, 01:09 AM	#19
Eviscerate stokely carmichael of rap Join Date: Jun 2013 Posts: 144 Rep Power: 3155074	Another day of complete failure, some speech’s alien: nothing I can bleed from my tongue seems salient. Asleep - sapient with a keen razor wit, I barely even dream lately it’s a fiend trading hits in the mirror, where I notice my build’s thinner. Twist slivers of sensimilla between the rizla before I skip dinner ^exellent intro. instantly caught my attention. very technical, yet came across effortless. Can't remember the last time i heard "rizla" used anywhere. and sit, bitter, with the sweet taste of irony, fire and green. Temper thoughts till grey matter sheets change to iron, ire and steel I can feel, or just wield with zeal; and hope my scion recognizes its seal. I’m tired. Tired of even trying to find what’s real ^dope... rather be forgotten than relegated to merely ‘quotable’. ^felt.. I chose to kill cherished moments in view of the camera in hopes it would undo all my illusions of candor. I know the deal: delusions of grandeur ensure my stupor and malady usually hang a.. ^that was a fire run right there. rhymes, flow, well writ. I appreciate how you switched [grandeur] with candor, and then in the very next line came back with grandeur. It shows that u make effort to not be preditable. I thought that was slick. dope piece. respect __________________ i used to do that here.. Last edited by Eviscerate; 04-01-2016 at 01:12 AM.