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4072, August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by ThaAnthology, Thu Mar-16-17 07:35 AM
Yay!!! Congrats homie! You know the rules... have at it!
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4073, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by blak_yukon, Mon Aug-04-03 02:36 AM
YES!!!(c)Marv Albert
Trilla.Army has entered the building
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4074, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by Instant Axis, Mon Aug-04-03 10:44 AM
another emcee to the third degree, congrats and cant wait to see the heat yo, peace.
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4075, (applauds) Posted by mara, Mon Aug-04-03 02:53 AM
Congratulations!
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4076, CONGRATZ!!!!!!!! Posted by KnowOne, Mon Aug-04-03 03:01 AM
can't wait to read........
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4077, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by delrica, Mon Aug-04-03 03:58 AM
Congratulations!!!!
ok...gotta run. more to do before i leave for chicagooooo!!!!!!! WOO HOO!!
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4078, yippie!!! Posted by robynwildchild, Mon Aug-04-03 05:01 AM
didn't doubt ya for one minute.. second .. moment. ya doin good.. talent and words and thoughts.. are hot as shit. and you know it.. but don't go braggin out right cuz then i won't be able to bolster ya ego the way i like to!!! LOL
peace outs boy.. UP UP .. your moment is a shining! luv ya!
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4079, congrats Posted by MayoKing, Mon Aug-04-03 05:02 AM
look forward to seeing a bunch of your work :)
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4080, Mad congratz... Posted by gsquared, Mon Aug-04-03 06:13 AM
...have fun and don't hold nuttin back...
Album is just about done, keep us on the charts ....http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm
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4081, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by slicklyric, Mon Aug-04-03 07:47 AM
congrats. look forward to reading.
"when a man aims at nothing, he seldom misses the target"
"absence of occupation, is not rest"
"write it down. the worst ink survives the best memory"
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4082, congrats.. Posted by Giovanni, Mon Aug-04-03 08:40 AM
bring on the blessing
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4083, werd! Posted by Ezzsential, Mon Aug-04-03 09:58 AM
congratulations WO!! anticipating some work from u.. I dont think that I have seen any yet =) -Stephani
I'm a H.E.R.B. Holotyped Existance Rhetoric Bound
The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love... Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me my dreams are: Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve... engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me
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4084, congrats Posted by AG Thoughts, Mon Aug-04-03 01:51 PM
way to be! *high fives*
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4085, congrats Posted by STIMULI, Mon Aug-04-03 05:26 PM
nm.
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4086, yaaaaaaaaaay Posted by limbic_system, Mon Aug-04-03 06:55 PM
"And I imagine...with great pleasure...all the horrible stirrings of the nonmanifested to bring forth the scream which creates the universe. Maybe one day I'll see you trembling, and you'll go into convulsions and grow larger and smaller until your mouth opens and the world will come from your mouth, escaping through the window like a river, and it will flood the city. And then we'll begin to live." - A. Jodorowsky, 1971.
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4087, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by Toothpick, Tue Aug-05-03 04:42 PM
I been sleepin on you...and I'm done with that.
Lookin forward to reading...
peace, -Tp
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4088, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by Sage, Tue Aug-05-03 11:41 PM
Congratulations, i egerly wait to read your work
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4089, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by ASIEM, Wed Aug-06-03 06:15 AM
wildout congratulations i see you have done it all and more to come from you ...keep doin the thang
ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder checkout these sites http://4luvofpoetry.com www.poetology.com
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4090, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by Dean Martin, Wed Aug-06-03 03:09 PM
watch him not even drop and be like fuck yall!!!! that would be classic, until next time, bye.
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4091, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by Nowachaoticthing, Thu Aug-07-03 04:04 AM
Heh heh... I was just thinking the same thing...
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4092, whatchu think Posted by WILDOUT, Thu Aug-07-03 04:37 AM
hahaha that i was goin sleep on yall just after yall woke up hell yeah, i done did the night shift but yo the ring dont sleep i slurr speach and leave one footprint on the beech walkin at a slowed speed indeed im tryin to come back you see yo in the land of mini skirts tied shirts and fat wastes wildout is tryin to find his place that same place where they congratulate your struggle b, you know the hustle
im just waitin for em to fix my cable then yall nukkas in trouble.
fam came out of hidin for me too..
much love yall.
WILDOUT
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4093, Oh THERE he is! Posted by Nowachaoticthing, Thu Aug-07-03 07:57 AM
Congrats on yer selection!
Good luck on that cable thing (I prefer my DSL). Look forward to reading your work.
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4094, bout time.... Posted by KnowOne, Fri Aug-08-03 01:47 AM
LOL! DOn't keep us waitin' too long....
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4095, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by Decstar, Fri Aug-08-03 03:46 AM
aight, my bad for tha late congrats, but it's well honored to be apart of this. seein one of tha illest up here do his MFin thing. get at em, dub O. it's time to wildout, WILDOUT.
lol
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4096, change Posted by WILDOUT, Fri Aug-08-03 04:21 PM
yo, streetlights guide my path, straight blurry, tryin not to fall on my ass, just my physical a small price to pay for the mental, i told em id write to it, so they put an instramental got, nothing but love for my world that im building, one day ill be dead playin wit the blessed children, cause im a, come back a prophet to the world that has existed inside my head before i first wrote a word or said, my mission statement, ill be here facing myself, for all eternity, i wonder if i'll ever see all those who felt me, but truly all every reactions an implosion of self, that we impose on our selves, so i know, that one day my paradise will arrive, but what then, high off the change, that the toked smokes providing..awareness.
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4097, all eyes on me? AOTM? Posted by WILDOUT, Fri Aug-08-03 04:28 PM
yo suddenly.. the sun has risen.. its no longer given, that my background is black now..just shadowlands and switches just rough times, and living i guess victory rhymes is just acceptance speaches, like suddenly you given me my life my dreams is real, you seen it thank you, i feel the distinct limelight shinin but i aint ready, for my life to be rhyming..FOR YOU not for i, this ones for my mang from tdot on okp.. you a torn city soldier, we hustle off instinct.. what can i say? if your listenning.. i cant tell so i return like any other night.. to the same hell
WO
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4098, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by deepthought74, Sun Aug-10-03 06:52 AM
Congrats Wildout, u have some tight ass poetry here..keep doing your thing...
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4099, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Sun Aug-10-03 03:44 PM
Your turn to ( ( ( S H I N E ) ) ) -- Mine to unwind -- And read your thoughts left to define -- What AOTM really means to you! -- ;^)
~ Do It Up ~
Congrats, with a Capital "C"!
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4100, dont worry Posted by WILDOUT, Sun Aug-10-03 05:49 PM
im a hit yall wit my favourites in a minute or two.. if yall ready.
ha
((wo))
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4101, moon Posted by WILDOUT, Sun Aug-10-03 05:57 PM
moon shine down on me now that you found me drown me in your light your profound astounding tight beams and waves that travel tonight i can feel it can u feel it? the stars are alligned for me and if its for us, then for you too and if you felt it with your love, then for u two theres something different in the texture of the air tonight mang..im going out of my way to show i care tonight..
it feel right.
((wo))
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4102, Trilla.Army Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 03:34 AM
here dropping shit you just cant ignore, all that i could savage from the night shifts and more---WO
note to fam: some of these pieces are only what i could salvage, and because of that ive added where i was sposed to come in if it wasnt in the inbox message..naw mean?
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4103, 911 Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 03:42 AM
WILDOUT: "The revolution will not be televised" but it will be omnipotent fed through lines bled through lives and veins ragged through potent poisons leave us trapped its the third damn time i wrote this out, leave you locked up hungry as hell, or dead, left as a scrap, for all those striving, keep rising, street merchants do there jobs, no need to call the police pigs, there jus personal protection hogs, can you blame them, colour seeking bullets are outlined in there job, the government left in shock when the people feel robbed, i feel out of place, this isnt my usual creative space, im in a new day, after my vision of our destiny, with two days left, two more mcs make three we, two brothers, two towers brought down in destruction, emotionally drained with nothing left, but my brother that was just the introduction
BLAK_YUKON: imma graduate on my grind for work the more time spent on my grind accrued interest rates escalates creative was the major now its whatever for the paper chase is on strong back wont crack fall vic to vagabond never burn bridges my peoples in it so on the strength of that connects made my big toe in the door, got it made position mailroom attentant with goals of that view of the hudson intended so these days upon the E train last stop elevator up to the 40th floor
g'morning sortin'more than just files imma destined child early morning still yawning yo dont them planes sound close near over head soaring?'
PG: That’s cause they flying low Off course of course drawing a bead On our livelihood making a big show Headlines should read Holy goddam vengeance We watched that shit burn and fall Nasty fucker’s with vehemence Had their turn to fuck it all Like a game of snooker They won’t get another To treat liberty like a hooker Shame their human brother Our destiny seems fucked to me As we see violence begetting violence Bombs dropping until the whole world silenced Why awake a giant by crushing Peeps who crouch among it ankles? This ain’t Goliath and it ain’t Friendly Ain’t jolly or green check the angles More like iron or even titanium And chalked full of uranium Capable of busting any cranium Across the globe from thirty thousand feet or higher Turn the earth into hell’s fire The sea to a raging abyss Carpet bombing don’t miss And there just ain’t no real love On either side of conflict Holy war crusading or having a jim dandy jihad How much suffering will this inflict? On both sides watch how minds be had Check the Prophetic Guerilla stance The revolution of omnipotence Will be the end of ignorance And it's our only chance
WILD: Did you hear that? somethings wrong, its penetrating the air my family at home aint goin know i was here until.. its too late the flames at the door and i cant see because the smoke has made my eyes sore i guess this is war i guess this is our existance then it hits me..this is it this is my last call, i wonder if my family will see me on the news if i jump out the window its my only chance, someones on the intercom telling us to calm down emergency units are on the way but all of this is drowned out its all behind me now, freefalling after i jump out
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4104, DAMN! Posted by PG, Mon Aug-11-03 05:33 AM
You been holding out! Where you been hiding this..... We were looking forever nawmean?!?!?!
Pappa
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4105, RE: DAMN! Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 12:50 PM
yeah fam, found it in my inbox this morning.. ive looked many times before too but ha, its here now a couple pieces short of a whole tril collection naw mean?
WO
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4106, soulfood Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 03:46 AM
"gulp..." mouthful of blak,greenary premium,ahhh skulled while butt nekkid,her girl spits a freestyle yeah right... thru venecian see another day creepin,brushin the jibs listenin'to what amel say,talkin'about infinite possibilities, she could see it now wish i could fridge aint sayin much,fuck if its good pop in cd en route to milk stock degree lead me here,huh checkin'white bitches down aisle 15 opal dont know the horror lurkin yes behind my cordial more than a once dot comer with more to offer not for drama imma author with no need for paper second shiftin'keep words a gwan as my calm,f'real boss lovin'his new nigga please,skip the pats on back inflate them ends cause these means is wack back in the rest sippin my medicine lifes a loop, like clockwork 11 central i'm at the chat no doubt m'man wildout wanna collab on some everyday life shit aight,let me try and write this,hmmmm...
Finally got home and I'm stuck to my ribs Like the black been soup a little cooped but stuck on my girls They dance twirls paint swirls sometimes I'm hooped never duped but maybe caught a few jibs Like an ox with a plow head down high brow trudgin forward through thick fields work my ass off see what that yeilds no point in looking for more tangible results as nothing feels better than the hug I recieve believe it I take my load an heave it out the door Until monday when I take it up once more working hard not a whore My future not so distant a shore My present never be a bore and my past more than folklore But the facts that made the person that my family can adore But like a lion I roar To release my stresses hardcore So I be peaceful and no what my blesses are for Food warmth shelter and love What better entertainment than a heart that rises above the weights the world lays on shoulders Directions unfurled to ways blocked by boulders IT comes from inside and there is no garaunteed entrance for ticket holders But no doubt I'm in my seat and done taken this load off my feet And my boyz wild and blak just got back in off the street
What up P its been a long day and if you see my shoes you can see ive come along way through all the bullshit the trilla.i'll stay pass me one those henies garcia i got some shit to say before the moonshine hits me between the eyes mang, mama used to say that you gotta recognize the people who are true fam.. so here i am, i stand a man, observing the span of our lands we got shit to do yes, thats why i stay on the streets.. but tonight pass me some food and turn on the fuckin a/c fuck the heat.. hahahahaha
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4107, trilla turnicate Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 03:50 AM
Here dropping two by three and ending in four The trilogy spittin ill imagery you just can't ignore
blak impact, that of a smash to jaw aight, around windpipes and hips comes the big blak bear claw
speaking of the windpipes most yall cats on some small talk, chances of higher education wasted on learning the crip walk
What? You gonna kill this and mack that with the whack shit you got on lock Blindly treading dangerously to make your own mark outlined in chalk
and there he lay,verdict guilty with no court this flow sport done fooled another one ass out wit no shorts
straight booty like j-lo, you be huddling together in the fort. Don't speak unless told to soldier, cadets don't hold enough rank to retort.
Cause this is not a democracy and loose lips get sunk point blank The Trilogy conducting pillagry like Mongols approaching the enemy’s flank
the heineken breaf, syllable sharp shank to freshmans,pockets dugged,f'theirs got ganked,hah
my style reconciles, and resembles that of the next movement, quit your bullshitting, if you understood you'd know you couldnt improve me,
My flows break noses like blows and leave an Mc’s pitiful brains on the pavement Start your praying that the lord show you with minimal pains what the way to behave be
to you goes,in a turnicate,the mic,ya turn i bet positionin'slippin'in rank f'real, these days thrown loosely,the word emcee
these rhymes too intricate, hitting migranes up on vets, for real, packing blue steel with the intent to kill, you so crazy lucy, infected where viral fluids leak,
There ain't no cold blooded there's just hot blood flowing from an Emcee gutted/ Flooded with misleading conceptions of some middle age minor/ Making platinum disks, laying in to fix the odds avoid the risks/ get sixed like eighty not niner, witness poetic justice nothing finer/
rival gainst the acidic saliva burn under irritable heat speak ya sweet godiva lady maybe a known rapper poster y'keep close... while close ya watch the theatrics made by this graphic designer
yo i hustled since i learned how to feed without umbilical cord/ lyrically gorgeus venom flows when i breathe, words that when i read out loud, reak havoc makin em bleed, like in the beginning bruh, there was the three, the trilogy, holding down the power of thought, melded by gods into a the trinity, the power most sought.. madmen seek to become made men until the hour of their rot/ bringing the hood to camelot? honour tonight the knights, wildout, pg, and blak.. serving up 2 by three and and ending in four, eliminating the weakest minded and leaving the rest metaphysically sore/
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4108, endless flame Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:01 AM
"i could slit your wrists with easy temperance." my soul.. was torn since god cursed at me when i became dismissive.. i was told by him that leaders were never submissive. so i cursed him with tongues that mortals never could learn to speak. i grabbed his son and cut his forehead with his crown/wreath, drank the holy communion until his veigns run dry, stepped on archangels door steps and played nicky nine doors, treated the virgin mary like a whore, and spit at god once more. That's when my tears rolled down my cheeks, i felt weak, and insincere.. i cried because i was lost to him since the rebirth, my creator had never understood what i was dealing with. Fuck this shit! i bit my lip and stood back up again and hit him with my iron fist in the middle of his chest during which, i felt the century collapse under the wrath of the heavens. He spoke a thousand words that cursed my spiritual essence. My skin. My soul. My mind. Ripped through with one motion "the trilogy shall become one, the darkness shall cover the sun, but never forget that you remain forsaken" and that was it. I woke up from my dream in a pile of shit, my living coverred in used pizza boxxes with my tv congratulating olympians.. think it meant somethin blak??
Blak: your bleeding in your palms your face placed in needing chasing to hold what ya folks told you was there but unseen thought trivial but... but gotdayum is this what it means to be a man in this day and age owned up to ones own weaknesses try to rise above it all but forever fall by the waist side aight...breath chill with that defemation of the big man up top though understandable cant find a line to rhyme right there,boss f'real...i'm dead up you fucked my head up scoot over shit,damn you finished all the damn pizza ayo...where Poppa Gullie at
a Poppin Grosch in the kitchen Preparing Grub this sitch I'm fixin Stigmatized done spat in god's eyes wild freaking Prophetic Grim don't jump in the water if you can't swim Drown in red wine of bloody jesus or bloody maries and reces peices your plain out gluttony done gave you a taste of afterlife So don't take that shit trife You one angry mutha Taking on the creator like that appreciate your world while you still got that Cause Gods can take that away easier than they create they do it for play trust me life shattering things happen in instants months or years life's eternal dance can realize our worst fears but damb Wild right now! Right now it's time for beers!
Yeah cheers to that, pouring alchohol over my fears the sounds of bottles clashing together so i dont remember the sound of the tears dripping down mary's face when i disgraced the kingdoms image.. but shit, i wildout, no turning back im past the line of scrimmage.. feeling like, my dream betrayed me worse then any sin committed.. but amidst my inner sadness im sitting here, evil grinnin what a fucked up dream that was tho mang.. with my feet up on the table, i converse wit two kings..
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4109, 3rd world (p was mia) Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:02 AM
persona draped in a war fatigue due to survived drama calm,f'dolo i hovr in light armour on a plateau were it seem most black folk missed or not in the right frame to aim for there,thas where i'm growin'regaining a vision vision of a higher position many means aside rhyme scheme with presysion at my view of a man on evolute you rebuke in many a form does it come i throw back...s'aight lyrically the word becomes therapy,right back day trees burnt wit vocalist P,ignite exhale scenarios prevail beyond wit with flow threw away yesterday sizin'up tommorrow in the periscope pants down low takin'a dump i found bars to lace home is in the mind for now my face up in a foriegn place
made of biological destruction and hard to find im tired and tied to a broken spine, that barely holds me up like you and a nine, shit, yall can barely hold me up i'm a, one man flavour, writing words i heard from dead saviours the secret, cryptically, the flames licking me, splitting the book wide open, for blind men to see but fuck a flow, fuck a show, and fuck a rhyme we just gotta bring this shit back to home one time
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4110, the manuscript (the premix) Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:06 AM
thinking twice, double thought finding myself, caught torn inbetween the part of my brain that would never hurt you and the part that deals with me wants and desires, you know, the twisted side, the one that deserts you in the gunfire words are nice, warm usually like winter fires the only thing cold is my drink's ice and maybe that drive, that pushes me past the glaring eyes trust me, i never planned shit, but dont even begin to try and take advantage or see why you dont manage the raptures panzers order: like an office, or a heirarchial state surviving like Darwinism; changing modes like Sartre's athiestic existentialism, and i aint got nothing but time not a dime to my name, not a game, just simple and plain watch my brain storm, form with peircing words that rain dont agree? spit off me then like my words were a steep hill or the top of the tower where small objects impact to kill or last spit off me like a high way over pass, and dont let none of these fuckers sleep on us without atleast one joint on blast and nothing changes from our past, inately, a new transcript of what lorenz see's, cuz its put deeper then the six feet where our graves be, flipping scripts on how the behaviour is seen, and then you rip the seams, of everything that seems to be, if you aint still a child, then you cant learn, then all you see is a world to burn, and another rank to earn paranoid of losing face, scared to fall i commence 2... kick in the door; waving the double edges sword, all you hear is that notoriousness disapeared when bigg did the true kings are dead..only the prophets and politicians remain.. and if you are a king.. they would never admit to your pure birth or your claims illegal heirs' are dispersed, into villages, and still they talk shit
every line a truth nugget but fuck it for the most i'm just a bastid out to see how vulgar i could be i'm sayin though how i get down these for my peers vocal tears of a yeah i'm proven so for now imma be the clown i figure behind a joke i set it up so blak apart the vanguard so far no one cloned my art for odd,god stripped,so the bow was so hard did away with tabs and flow charts of sorts so whenever scene its all actual right there caress of a key easily tapped to an essence of a throw back but fuck a memory we in the here and now and now imma around so called predicts that'll tattle metal they never lift yukon the monolith cracked ya ego behind a shrug i dont budge you dont move me yall screen play of a word play rival many a scorcese movie i'm on some character developement like david e.and the dude grown man own man conan closing scene on a throne,man fuck positive or negative truth crushes either or what it is is what is nothing less no more
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4111, trilla. Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:13 AM
nah nigga my circle iron clad camps return scraped and burnt scarred the whole hearted uppin'bids for spare parts thas my word how vexed indivuals lurk c'mon like a million posts is puttin in work the rapbooks was back than dogs is walked now of only a few seconds how the fingers turned to 10 pens doin'em in in unison thems the menacin'medicine men fetish for flesh torn suited in fresh blood by a sword called "this...nigga...is...sick"... trilla army fully equipt for bullys and shit you ready to dive in we rigged ya pullys and shit... Drop you in the darkest depths Where soul's mortal enemies be kept While the ill prepared slept and the whack got wrecked Trillogy effect crept killed ignorance And Identified your problems without a second glance Then we solved them and gave ya a second chance Like a boil under the lance You can toil against circumstance But you bound to get popped Attempting to infect hip hop You get stopped Tril's Battalion act quicker than a genocidal Somalian Quit the reprisal we keep telling them You gonna sink cause your sure can't swim These words burn bright in a world that's dim Yo Wild tell 'em why they'll never win....
its simple any mans brave enough to step up gets a blade in his dimple or shots through his nipple we always do go for that hearty shit fuck that up jump the party party shit dont start no shit, wont be no shit fix to roll on us and watch your ass get extinguished your fire is like a candle in the midst of a flood your feet are slipping in the midst of the mud cause we's trilla.army try to disarm the bomb likes its some tv shit watch your face implode anthrax, c4, and sheet metal tips rip rip, through your shit like you was tryin to ghost write my shit uh-huh send this bitch back these scraps now.. pray to mary mary, yo quite contrary then yall wishin death against we but regardless we on the rise cause it dont affect we i wish you the best b.. trilla.elite squad team
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4112, untarnished and unfinished Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:15 AM
honduran dark meat rolled swisher breath in my speak gas ya mommy ass in the palm as we creep stocky filthy rare like an egyptian in the timbs,full beard burnt down the past heres mines this year original uncloned known annonymous low key quietly shoutin'fabulous oh how i so i climb crawled tripped fall and back nigga act nigga like ya know truth like calico to the chest scribbled in a parked car in a lot to the left a sun set settin'in through guzzle a brew only ever lovin a few wasnt you ayo weres m'mans the W
yo i been closer to death when no one was even after me and done been laughing at fate and destiny when hits are sent after me knowing, this too shall pass or im a die but either way my ghost key stylings, written into passages two passages, life or death murder or breath the choice remains mine i pledge a grievance to this whole fucking mankind and no I in tears so i dont have no time to hear all this jealous talking over the triple cut fade laying behind our ears awaiting words from our fam its clear the trilogy is on
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4113, word.. Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:16 AM
and the trilla is born into the archives Ha'
((wo))
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4114, there are many paths ( a tril joint) Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:56 AM
~wildout~ i been dealin wit my own spirits kinda hard to hear it its like im gettin to the clearing but im still in the woods and i see the light out there but inside shit aint all good so here we go again the beauty of this shit got my pen linking minds with where the road bends i spend nights thinking on friends while trying to meet ends streets where the police stand and every light is a watcher and every youth is a son or daughter but i dont give a fuck i need funds my morality is clashing with my manhood when i hold these guns damn p im a sun, not a father but one day i hope i have a daughter instead im in these streets as they get hotter ~pg~ Streets filled with Orphans like you killing each other for portions so few You gotta live you gotta survive before you can give your full self and be survived The child will come once the fathers childhood has past And if you ain't in the second heat it's your own blood you'll cheat if you don't grow up fast For a crippled mind can only teach crippled thoughts And guide through paths that end in sorrow and the stench of failed potential as it rots I survived I wallowed in shit My Pride I swallowed it Now I am free And now I is we I is she and he and him For this I will always fight and we will always win The depth can exert pressure beyond your ability to stay intact To have your soul cracked and a new one born of the wound To live life only to bring joy to your child in a world seemingly destined to be doomed The struggle of life does not stop But rather than succumb to the pain you gotta just get right on top And believe in hope until the very last bombs drop ~blak yukon~ the product of pablo's deceit here stands a man whos loud aura surrounds without speak blak the purgatory of wild and P's stories though the latter swallow the pride fill up the bladder and ride shit out doubt spit out bars that many but even more the self need for uplift hell,to be left a bitter shell just aint worth it f'real, keep puttin'in work while a smirk held in the face of hate to them you the odd man nah man, you just at ease with all trust in placed in God's hands
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4115, love (what a phenomenon) Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:17 AM
Armed to the ivories-- We stand united as the sun rises bliss, fingertips, my wrist held tightly in the grip of this heightenned state of attention..this is no war no, we work from the center of soul at our own expense we heal sores and dig up roots to pave roads in dreams we reverse our paths and stand above these unmarked graves where violets grow we give up our plates to the poor, so that the youngens may feed this collective mirage, cant see that we dont shed blood, we shed tears the beauty of our mission is made clear not through death but through the keys of life yes, our shots spread across the top of crimson skies feeding afrodisiaks to worn and tired minds our shots be like erotic photographs, relax put your legs up love let me bless that like, hot springs in the north indian tea blanketting the bitter cold shells implode and rises the message held beneath your lips as though we exist only to have this kiss i'll rise with you like the sun.. at night i'll rise with you like the moon i'll give your inner child eternal womb and release your life from fear's tomb we can win this battle, and teach them too with our infantry of imagery..we'll see em through i'm loving you---WO
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4116, RE: love (what a phenomenon) Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Sat Aug-30-03 04:24 PM
(((Better Late Than Never)))
>our shots be like >erotic photographs, relax put your legs up love >let me bless that like, hot springs in the north >indian tea blanketting the bitter cold >shells implode and rises the message held beneath your lips >as though we exist only to have this kiss >i'll rise with you like the sun.. >at night i'll rise with you like the moon >i'll give your inner child eternal womb >and release your life from fear's tomb >we can win this battle, and teach them too >with our infantry of imagery..we'll see em through >i'm loving you---WO
You can be a vicious dude & awesome battlecat when the occasion calls for it -- But you can also be the most romantic ROMEO (Don Juan) on the planet too! -- *sigh*
(((Moving Flow)))
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4117, sunday sun Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:21 AM
sunday:
pass me a lighter to spark it up i'm lightin fires in all nine cups one for the pain, one for the gain, one for the hate, two for the blame, one for lust, trust, love and the bloody shame... gonna down them shits flaming... burning and looting from the inside out... a pheonix rising. blazing 9 billion faces, 9 million names, 9 thousand spaces, 9 strong embraces, and even still i pack a 9. one nine... the day i was born so no, this ain't thuggery shit tho i'm definately a sureshot with two beautiful tits, a can of lead bits, and enough rolls of paper to wrap around the world more than 9 times; i'll climb 9 mountains, write 9 rhymes... red pheonix rising from a fiery lake of wine, a red pheonix with a jade spine... and time will fuck us daily inside and out... for me it started the one nine my mama gave me birth the one nine that placed me on this earth... i ain't complaining, just sayin... i'm restraining from abstaining even tho my canvass is split and my words can hardly commit, i'ma chew up the good parts and spit out the pit... red pheonix with a jade spine burning away every filthy bit.
wild:
my crimson nails dig into flesh earth and sky as i rise amidst clouds and open closed eyes ayo.. i have a molten flow that one day will form the largest mountain volcanic rock, sanctuary and battleground founded by that same dragon hazel eyed green metallic brown blood splatterred retinas ive seen it in visions ive seen it in within my fist and youll see it soon enough but not on any screen you gotta get the up and watch the sunday sun rise wit me i was born a dragon on the day when another man was destined to enter it..that same man who got shot up on the movie set if you dont know who i mean then ask somebody before your mouth turns dry and the land turns dusty
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4118, rise feat. anita j. Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:22 AM
"rise" feat. anita j.
as the.. sun rays dance down to the soil which my soles touch the warmth in my soul blush on a foreign land where i concieved my conception of what it means to be a part of humanity this land does not belong to me as long as it can still breathe some see, the conclusion was to keep it diseased dry the flowers on an upside down canvas achieve superiority over torn flesh power over a dead world, which leaves you where you began with power over yourself, what is it that you dont see? stop allowing them to force feed you all this greed like a bad meal you tryin to eat to impress "good company" when insititutions form, do we forget our independant respect? if you can't trust what i'm saying then.. some take my kindness as weakness, some hord the pig feed while i survive on scraps of sweetness there's no point to be found struggling against yourself nations are only formed by allowing independant self-clarification fuck public examinations, stand lookin a mirror wonderring what their goin to be sayin dont you realize it's you that you need to be facing?? contemplation of a crumbling corrupt nation dilapadation of the temples of our exteriors a shoulder that seems inferior too weak to carry all the boulders that life keeps adding onto our loads travellin' down roads some of which have left us reaping fruitless crops so we stop consider where we're headed take a look around 360 degree angles embedded in the cerebral map we glance at whenever we become lost how easy that is when judgements are cast and we can't see the real cost of what it's doing to another lashin' verbal attacks on each other but your reflections the same as mine, closer than a sister or brother more like that divine spiritual essence can't front like i don't recognize that presence in every living being but it's our eyes that lead us to mistrust what we be seeing so who you fighting against really? when it boils down to the ground the acid you spittin' becomes your own mourning sounds that you hear in your darkness, your own cries through the night stop hurtin' yourself by hurtin' others end the cycle and find your path to the Light... life is a dream i wake up concieved in sweatting my ass off trying to pass off the tragedies that i claim are not indirectly effecting my trains of thought why do i lie? i dont even go to church any more but i sit under the trees and cry.. speaking tongues that have traces of where my real heart resides where walls are victim to defamation and words are victim to fall dead, if they dont attack everyone who enters their premises (can u correct that word.. i cant think how to spell it.. juss now) still i stand a pacifist in action against the nemesis damn transformations left me with a new perception my body became the temple that i worshipped inside =ing my ressurection i began to keep 24/7 in my heart the place where my Creator could reside and hell i still cry cuz life is still amass with burdens and though i'm still strugglin' still moving through obstacles still facing adversities, fears and the worst of my own insecurities I'm still alive with the breath and strength to keep fighting through Cuz this world is a battlefield but we're armed with experiences laced with lesson-filled jewels that'll bring us wisdom and truth to help us on our pathway can't give up no matter how rough be the terrain keep elevating keep maintaining keep breathing life energy cuz it's our choices that'll determine when our hour glass's sands will cease RISE
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4119, self feat. anita j and ergobliss Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:29 AM
"chosen ones (unmarked chambers feat. ergo and anita)" aodh: ayo ayo the balance has gone fundamentaly wrong writing out all my thoughts hypnoticly prolonged these tears have bled there last flow openning a portal, they be, officially alone no home, since we got out of our mom's inner chambers im seeking out truth in women's nurturing nature but half the time, these encounters are pornographic in nature.. like i need passion's rations in order to get along my path we think therefore we are, after cerebral spiritual math so if we can contemplate something, we must have known already prior to our.. revelations of future nations and i sign a sig at the end with peace torn papers, wastes of indelible ink hoping that my imagery, my forehead slamming into your 3rd eye.. will make you think and help you distinctly hear the vocal tones that carry bullshit home while truth.. it's words are carried on the tongues of birds and landed through moonlight slayings of war lords when we murk bezerk lurk unfaithfully unprotected untrusting, full of hate and we turn our backs on sanctity, in hopes of better things like if we sacrifice the king, then we might have a queen lets take it to the next level, unfinished and uncreated yet and lean just a little out of your mind's frame and catch that vertigo scared bout fallin into oblivion, just let yourself go grab on to the clef bars and flow a note on truth's flow
anita: See we be Diving into atmospheres Where climactic changes occur frequently Mother Nature be hurting herself When lightning bolts strike the Earth destroying trees That stood for years before you or I were conceived Even in the minds of our grandmothers and grandfathers Yet all we tend to see Is how storms affect ourselves, our own personal experience Changes in degrees Confusing the masses One person deciding the majority's destiny manifest I'm moved to wonder exactly what is the purpose of our quests When we preach of unconditional love Yet spew out hatred through acts of incivilities Blinded to our own reflections yet quick to point out the faults of our "enemies" Who really be our brothers and sisters Who really be our selves, Ignorance runs rampant like jokes, but expresses hidden truths on our shelves Between the cover up Of patriotism and pain We're quick to protect our own race or culture and let others stand out in the rain How soon we forget we've all been there forced into that predicament Hatred against us now becomes the fire we use against another Where's the rationality in that downward spiraling detriment I'm sick of being surrounded by bullshit lies and tainted misconceptions Tired of spittin' up acidic liquids that have seeped into my being like an infection We trying to bring back the balance using the Light within our inner cores Spreading truths Like doves flying through skies Blissful yet wise to bring peace to our shores
feli: -digging my feet in the sand watchin' the scarlett red sun walk under the earth as the night gives birth to the moon.. questioning my mind while i try to keep in tune with the crashing of ocean waves.. leaving me in wonder.. while i keep half burnt blunts blazin' and hidin under.. the palm of my hand my love goes undying. to define nations created by the salted tears of the crying thru the words of one god that creeps past silent murders and puts a knife in the middle of my enemy aspirations are whiped clean broken free.. and left to breathe yet the world still claims that humanity is a lie told to the weak.. while hearts stall and freeze we sit back and think about how bittersweet life has turned out to be thoughtlessly trying to write dreams when we close our eyes and pretend to sleep im a million different people placed in one mold as i unfold the agendas of my hero as he flies by my consiquence trying to be more then ordinary.. smugging the meaning from site i still find myself falling to my knees with tears to stain my face at night left to pray for peace for hope for my soul back intact cuz without it i invision a world with a backbone weaker then mine.. retracing back to the balance walking with an empty motion handing me down like old clothing.. passion whispers defeat so what is left but to find a new beginning cuz we are the chosen ones unlocked from our unmarked chambers in the sky reviving our souls with another day living while we can and remembering not to fade while we watch shooting stars burn truth into a slow motion delay rise..
aodh: i am chosen by who then self reflected on by who but self revered and feared the complications to mental health of not questionning self of not bypassing the games, and not sizing your self you dont need a belt, to fit YOUR image just find where your true self really fits in whether that be in, hip hop a war or an alley way the question of self, simply disillusions the rivalry cuz we're not here to play eachother, were here to play ourselves on a universal scale our workshop playaZ throw em up and freeze.. just wait stop and cultivate this moment in time like a vine, your proud to say you nurtured after watching it climb it all reflects on self, see you'd be surprised how much we need mirrors integrated into our daily lives and how many things besides coated glass we use to see into our own lives but what chemistry can we create without using our self as a main ingredient, wonder why your kids so similair look at what your feedin em hopefully, it dont consist of your flavour beatin them in the chest but more like warm milk and a soft pillow =ing rest there's beauty in self, to all those who detest put your fears to rest, rather then to nest the un-natural growths of hatred in places we confess.. come on exhale and focus on the beat in your breast observe self's inner breath
ergo: when we as self are facing one on one our destiny and quality set upon shelfs to make connections with eachother wishing we really could be connected to ourself.. while lies be sneaking around like spies dancin' on innocent shoulders talkin' bout street crimes and drama trying to figure out why everyone rather hear the truth as we stoop under the level we diserve relativity goes unheard i got more soul five times past my ego and bright fine fire flies that hide under my closed fist while little children be contemplating suicide like it was ever a choice as "why" is posed as another question we have no answer to we sit back and try to crush our greed into fine wine like it would make a difference like our frown will turn into a smile dangling at the bottom of grape vines just trying to hold on and not fall to hard.. gods have been tossed aside cuz most dont believe in a god even more most think believing is to hard.. while potential still be standing on gaurd
wildout: so many days cross fade like words cut with diamond blades phrase recorded phase after phase to reach a hold of molded vynil shapes i split my thought on the naked blade and observe both sides still standing firm until i let go and they slide back into words
anita: Count the syllables, divide the nouns from the verbs Take the sum and multiply it to feed a billion souls, these herbs Be fortified With understanding, truth and wisdom engrained into perception's feel To massage your mental's realm dropping a seed of the surreal To allow Imagination's Creativity to be born and fly We only want to remove the walls to show the boundless chambers of our sky Chosen Ones, find yourself in the truth of your Soul Reflections shine Eternally, as we diminish illusion's mold Through Darkness, Illuminate InnerLights of Gold Raise your vibrations and watch as expectations unfold...
ergo: shortenned up verse take care of grace in its purity before it grows to old cuz the years the we taste are compared to all the ones that we waste to only simmer when their freezing cold.. sit back and take the time to look firm up ur grip and take hold.. of all the things made beautiful cuz when we shine.. our words are heard so honestly but im still searching for some real life views.. that have been bothering my curiosity invisioning ordinary conditions that i've been placed in my tomorrows and yesterdays are reserved for my soul but as for today.. im given time to learn that life is all about mathematics and thats what half the world doesnt know yet like how to add up all the times we've fallin' in love subtract it from all the times we've wanted to give up and divide it by all the times we've stood up for ourselfs
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4120, many men (this girl fucked remix) Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:34 AM
"we got to roll some more weed man im higher then a mofucker" "ayo man, whats takin homie so long son" "ayo calm the fuck down you know he gotta buss a nut before you get a bitch" (meanwhile) "oh shit oh shit man, im cummin.." "pull out pull out" ~ (this girl fucked) many men and now she sexxin me glaze in my eyes now and i want pussy im tryin to break a bitch off wit my d and these men tryin to take my time away i put a dick in her mouth if she fuckin wit me her hands on my balls now you goin see better watch your girls talk when she walkin by me cause i'll cum and take your wife away (this girl fucked) many men many many many many men now she fuckin me dog i can't lie no mo'e aint nothin like a well trained whore i beat that pussy i ate that pussy bitches puttin clits by my head goin on and get your legs shakin long as i get some refund head i got my hands in the dirt and they cant be found im the under sheets king now she screamin loud lick her spine somethin different every single time im the greatest something like r kelly in his prime i walk the block with no gun but magnums be in my hustle swing my dick when she humble show her ass what my cum do got a tip for bitches go 'head, skip the head turn your back watch pussy clap till you lose your legs i walk around lookin for face, dick like a boulder till i buss and spit in her face, bitches this heat aint over (this girl fucked) many men many many many many men now she sexxin me dog i cant lie no mo'e aint nothing like a well trained whore have mercy on these as i fill all her holes somehow i love these hoes have mercy on many men many many many many men now she sexxin me
her lips wouldnt be so special if it wasnt for brain and that girl could fuck good i could tell cause i came bitches become so easy when i get hard it'll leave em emotional with a sore ass jaw this is for my bitches on the block pushin skirts hittin raw for them bitches on lock gettin fucked in their dads car i dont say only one girl can fuck me cause i see things clear if i got a hundred rubbers, send em all o'er here im like poly'in in front of fellas speakin straight to they broads like malcom by any means with my piece in my palm slim switch brides for me dont even cry homie i thought we was cool why she gotta die lonely (this girl fucked) many many many many men now she sexxin me dog i cant lie no mo'e aint nothing like a well trained whore have mercy on me as i fill all her holes somehow i love these hoes have mercy on many men many many many many men now she sexxin me
every night i talk to god but he dont say nothing back i know he protectin me but i still stay with a pack in my nightmares baby moms pullin teks on me psychic said some bitch goin give me HIV the feds didnt know much when she got caught picture me gettin burnt, by a bitch i think not i aint going spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time are you illiterate bitch, you cant read the contract lines? in the streets its mostly the same cats who come around so i knew if i told this one cat, that she'd get drowned now its clear that im here for a real reason cause i hit that bitch, and he hit that bitch but he the only one grievin (this girl fucked) many many many many men now she sexxin me dog i cant lie no mo'e aint nothing like a well trained whore have mercy on me as i fill all her holes somehow i love these hoes have mercy on many men many many many many men now she sexxin me
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4121, change Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:35 AM
change
yo, streetlights guide my path, straight blurry, tryin not to fall on my ass, just my physical a small price to pay for the mental, i told em id write to it, so they put an instramental got, nothing but love for my world that im building, one day ill be dead playin wit the blessed children, cause im a, come back a prophet to the world that has existed inside my head before i first wrote a word or said, my mission statement, ill be here facing myself, for all eternity, i wonder if i'll ever see all those who felt me, but truly all every reactions an implosion of self, that we impose on our selves, so i know, that one day my paradise will arrive, but what then, high off the change, that the toked smokes providing..awareness. in parralel universe awakes my soul, those who behold offer platinum and gold, to the demons who await there weakness, taking control of crowds, crowd control mics blaring, the shine from beneath my hazel eyes glaring, never sparing the life of those who would steal from the sparrows wings, i fall back in my thrown, drunk head on my chair is there really anyone there..? or is this world just a mirage of self its the only common sense answer either that, or we really can end eachother with our flares of anger either that, or we really are mortal, and we're gonna die picture that, the vengance on god from mortal hands, to kill and let blood be shed before we dead ha' high off tha changes
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4122, keymaker Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:35 AM
do not have the answers just like i know my music..cant make the dancer these word i wann whisper in your earlobes.. can only turn the doorknob to your chamber.. if i can, inspire you to elevate, we can both destroy this anger we can make love...in the alleyways of torn city change dark lanes into parisian walkin paths.. you dont believe, but belief creates reality so never say never cause your not on the level when you first realize the level exists.. and just cause you aint there dont disprove any of this.. ma, you heard one mans trash a next mans treasure but i aint talkin bout you, im talkin stormy weather when ya, sweating yourself so hard, the rain would do you good we the daughters and sons of poisonned parents.. who would have created their childhood dreams.. who had good intentions..before their descentions but we all know only what we can remember and pain and memories form the pavement we think we walk on but really is it? or is it what we let others walk on when walkin wit us..were creatin landscapes without acknowledging our strengths.. powerless..in days thats hourless..yeah that feelings distinct i been there..a couple years from when i started the cement is trampled beneath our feets, cause we're so heavy hearted heavy feet leave heavy footprints on our shared paths and then you mind fucked believing your made of glass when.. if i can just light somethin for you if i can just light somethin for you just you and i, soloists in a chamber choir the voices bringing new ranges to this chamber our.. only choice brings that theres no exit, only an entrance to some next shit i refuse to gas you on some oh im so clever shit you can hate the skin your in and refuse to shed it but when you let it, im a be right here the king, the beggar, the man, the message is clear peers?
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4123, all eyes on me? Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:36 AM
all eyes on me
"imagine a day, thats black forever waiting for the sun to come up, as hard as you try its a lie, you cant change the weather, maybe i should stop giving a fuck, and you keep telling me that life goes on, but as this rapstar trek prolongs, keep wonderring what else will go wrong, but all you can do is sing your song, hit the pockets nukka" - saukrates "comin up"
yo suddenly..the sun has risen.. its no longer given, that my background is black now.. just shadowlands and switches..just rough times, and living i guess victory rhymes is just acceptance speaches..ha' trilla on the rise..some scale walls but we make walls fall, it takes more time to rebuild planting a new guild in the side of our swords our politics is fire when we scream trill.. check the mould not broken but reformed..its aiight, this month is i are you ready to see through my eyes? like suddenly you given me my life my dreams is real, you seen it thank you, i feel the distinct limelight shinin but i aint ready, for my life to be rhyming..FOR YOU i started writing this piece when i was mashed up too its like, when im mashed i feel the pressure of worlds on my shoulder cause within me lies the wisdom to change the globe a torn city soldier, a revolutionary im a be the first one to take it all the way for the dead panthers, for the flesh of those who gave their life to these ideas that never rose past the point of inhalation.. what can i say? if your listenning.. i cant tell so i return like any other night.. to the same hell my wings is broken i feel, i fell, in fall closer to the day of my birth the full revolution, circling my worth.. powder on mirrors, mirrors on floors dippin feet into trap doors.. say it bout me.. i speak liquid fire, the celtic design of my name holdin me the root word for the sun god aodh and the rest of my name an causin me to explode on papers, with a pen out of the shell of a slow moving slug fourty four caliber, beautiful mug, naw the malice was inside the chamber, not in the form or the way that he walked, he was wiling out deeper, not in the way that he talked naw..theres something wrong with dude, something catastrophic mans is crying cause he knows he cant never stop it mans is dying to change off of his cliche topics but mans lives it and breathes, so he gotta rock it the rocks inside his palm...its his guilty truth some deal crack, i feel the crack in the pavement and how it defines our map thats why i react like the air engulfing all our people.. cause notings in you that couldnt equal.. why idle hands got desert eagles.. and mothers crying and sons lying and i aint denying my past, im tryin to elevate past the days that, i was notin but a dog shittin on this worlds grass aint a masters pet, i pet masters on the head cause your eyes on me, but your i's on me so its you instead.. you heard what i said?
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4124, thanx mayne... Posted by TheProdigiousPoet, Fri Aug-15-03 11:28 AM
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4125, RE: all eyes on me? Posted by WILDOUT, Sat Aug-16-03 02:21 PM
hopped out the truck supreme clique sayin what now pulled out the glock told that crowd to get down ran up on his whole crew solo sayin now what you got to somethin to say you better stand up
before i pull you and your mans up to the concrete vertical im talkin brick walls when i overstep this verbal now you feel me.. how'm'i roll harder then stones not outta desperation or hating or merely for the participation of shit i got a bigger dick then mans who could say they is pimps and i only show it to the lucky few, 'mazin chics you could say im sick the way i just straight flip on this spliff tokin world ill omen world where they train the little girls to grow to little women but i only roll wit big minds and sometimes find them within these cages unreleased rages, workin for low wages thats when they wildout people think they know me or they think they owe me like i was the verbalizer of they mental fertilizer, helped them grow b but you only live what you know b trust i aint that homey to use they situ to boast me black diamonds from the seed under pressure heavier then the seven seas or a doctor being blamed for the disease star... i reach that far connect people like the path of sars through they old scars notin like bein who we are you know we movin and there aint really that many men who really want beef but when the heat is on, i let em know shit aint sweet speak
hopped out the truck supreme clique sayin what now pulled out the glock told that crowd to get down ran up on his whole crew solo sayin now what you got to somethin to say you better stand up
trilla army. black diamond. torn city soldiers. supreme clique..click click boom.
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4126, word is born Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:36 AM
word is born out the mouth of the darkness that which opens and never closes that which, consumes mans in the true fashion of hopelessness important, refuse bliss at the cost of life i splatter my blood against the sidewalk this the sight, of the next level an entrance way, for only one body unless i depart with a shotti then mans is gettin taken wit me but we got different paths i laugh, when them guns comin at me cause i know that they know street shit is all they ever had but word is born out the darkness and dropped onto lighter paths
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4127, elevation generation Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:37 AM
writing without inspiration leaves jaded messages from me to you echoing through the steps and shit we tryin to reach the level together right? tonight, we travelling up the stairs to the top to see what sight we can see my prediction, youll stand with me and both of us will feel our minds elevate as we respirate, as we generate imagery through our minds eye, i will find somethin that agrees and somethin that is contrary to me.. and mine, and you will find your mind alone together our palms will heat the moment into stone the pressure changes the coal the diamond rises between us.. mind exodus.. these days and times are the deformed illusions created as solutions by deranged minds two of us can create a line and with lines we can bind all we find the four elements inside our eyes we both cry out earths and orbs of truth that will never be heard.. but the moment was earned and deserved.. WO(rd)
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4128, young world Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-11-03 04:38 AM
being a youth has mixxed blessings with lessons come misinterpretations of text these transgressions of chidrens who b stayin depressed CAS and youth workers never get their feet deep enough into the waters to save the children of the night, gods sons and scorned daughters look through my eyes and see farther then your dead beat fathers, strung out mothers addicted sisters, drug pushin brothers always count your blessings, after you count your pains cause no one will ever be able to fully appreciate or alleviate, eliminate your hidden skeletons even vengefulness with trails of dead mens cant take away your nightmares, or the voices you hear its clear that the poisons in our veins only magnify our pains but still i'll pour out wit you, over names of mens and girls mamed its a young world but old dreams are never ready to leave.. and i know it weighs heavy rip euel kachely the blunt creates dis illusion of dissillusionment hung over head in the pillow, suicidal thoughts that you caught up in only help you escape the fact that you still livin cuz when god took him, he didnt take you he didnt take your mom, he didnt take b or ak, so why are we all dying to find the blame why are we all living in constant pain a good man died on fathers day and ever since then yall been grieving for life, over death dont you overstand, you can over step this shit without a clip, without a sip of liks, without a hit dont you overstand your standin on a path that goes three sixty
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4129, RE: young world Posted by HEBREW_HONEY, Tue Aug-12-03 08:18 AM
I should have been sent my love to you. Man keep shining you definitely have grown as a poet and i continue to cee the elevation. Don't stop what you doing!
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4130, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by Mystic_Elixir, Wed Aug-13-03 05:31 AM
Congratulations man. Much Love.
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4131, the eden mission statement Posted by WILDOUT, Tue Aug-19-03 02:41 PM
These are thoughts that I feel connect my presence here to my chain of the path behind me. Today this is what I live by.
Everything is moldable. Pain is nothing more than the acknowledgement of the most personal love affair you can experience. The love affair between the soul and the very fabric of our lives. It's beautiful to feel, although I am not a massachist in my lifestyle. I believe that massichism (although I've never researched it) is closer to an obsession with pain, and all obsession is yet another attempt to numb ourselves from reality. It is our ability to feel that allows us to see beauty, we are emotional creatures. Pain is not the key to life, but the act of embracing pain is the closest expression of our immortality in our physical lives. It is widely spread as a teaching that we are made in the image of god, but questionning this is not relevant, all of us believe in the end of our immortality, and that defines our existance regardless of whether or not it is concluded as such. Many have and will continue to relate to me, open up to me, and allow me to attempt to breathe air on their wounds because of my past. Today a girl told me that she shouldn't be complaining, look at how much I've been through. This judgementalness I cannot take to heart as a sign of my own right of passage..but I will not fight it's ability to be used as a tool of growth and support for children and adults lost in this world of beauty. My romance with life is not finished now, nor will it ever be..perhaps that is what astonishes onlookers who hear my story. Life is beautiful. Life is a question, we are the answer. Many search for life's answer, but the personal experience only directs us all to one understanding, that it's all drawn into us. The extroverted reality pours into our souls. There is not one place, person, or thing that I have affected that hasn't affected me. We are all the life force.
Pain is subconciously branded into our minds as an essential part of declaring our independance and identity. It's amazing how doubtful we are of our ability to create an equilibrium in our lives. Every single one of us is capable of creating univeral peace past the planes of our physical existence. All choices are ours at all times. We organize ourselves through society because of fear. It's a primal fear, an ancient fear that has existed since our ancestors roamed the earth. I have no doubts in my mind on that point. Imagine, our ancestors before the history we now grasp onto for guidance, trying to create. Some must have dismissed the visionaries, and some would have swayed them from growth intellectually on the basis of our unimportance as beings. We as a species have always defined our existance through our actions, killings and ostracizing situations have embedded a deep fear in our behaviours. But the fear starts in those who would kill and ostracize, in an attack at the world which is so insignifigant to them. Nothing has changed. Regardless of our histories our existence is the same. The species evolves but the path stays omnious. But that's the point, the path is infinite, and all we have is our romance with it. Our interpretation cannot be understood fully as it is personal, and therefore the omnious power of life cannot be changed. Yet life itself is change, and the path itself is not at all a path.
Fear not. Fear is the root of sin, compliance to it under any grounds is a sin against the honesty that all the truths you seek are based upon. All over the world creation stories have given us guidance in our lonely and yet never empty lives. Original sin attempts to explain our need for independance and how we will fight by all means necessary to create a sense of it. Yet even before the story of eden, satan rebels against god out of greed. Greed in actuality is fearful. Fear of inadequate means to allow yourself to explore your last dreamt creations. But god is what god is. Whether or not you are religious. You cannot fight the origin of the life force. You cannot touch or see it, but it was there before you. In the story of eden our declaration of independance is expressed through the destruction of interdependance. This is truly the source of our pain. Whether or not it was our sin is unimportant. We cannot destroy what always is. Hence pain has become essential to our examination of identity but is truly inessential for our independance. We were independant before original sin, hence our ability to choose. Satan was independant and could have had all he ever wanted, I can only assume that the tragic situation creates such a sense of loneliness that we drag eachother into it. Hence the snake to Eve and Adam.
Because behaviours become genetically inherited after generational habits occur, we have all evolved to be capable of spreading fear and sabatoging all that is ours. My original sin took place when I broke my best friends heart when I was 16 years old. Such was my declaration of true fear of falsehood in my interpretations of reality, and my independance from that fear and that reality. But all reality is relative, as I've said in the beginning of this statement. Through my actions of fearing interdependance as a structure, I created a fear in my ex-best friend of interdependance as a structure. I try to explain that I don't want to take away her independance. I cannot change what is endless. I've learned that the hard way. You see god (life force) is everything. We fear the life force because we are retaught from birth most of our knowledge, but our first interpretation of the life force is what defines our lives. Fundamentally our soul believes what our soul believes.
You can see a persons level of understanding of life force through their behaviour. The way they choose to affect the world around them, whether they notice their imprint, or whether they are spiteful about it. There are an infinite amount of ways that people interact with the life force. If you want to know where a person is at (who a person is at that time..by the way, we are where we should be, we can only interact with life through our personality) observe their relationship with the life force around them. When you doubt the omnious power of the life force you become blind and paranoid. Paranoia breeds sabatoge, and when you realize that eden cannot be destroyed you become ashamed. Nothing can remain unchanged, but nothing can be destroyed, reality is what you believe it to be. Reality is your expression of the life force, your portrait.
You can never escape interdependance or independance.
That is the paradox of life. You run from singular existance (independance) and search for love for years. You find love and you start doubting the existance of your identity as a singular being, your independance. But neither can be destroyed. Forgiveness is the only key to eden, to freedom, to independance and to interdependance. This is the only honest awareness towards pain, because nothing has changed, and yet nothing is the same from the beginning. But that is why we ellude the truth with socially defined ends is it not? Once you are in love you are in love forever. Once you have experience something it is inside you forever. You are inside it's experience forever. We built ontop of eden but we are the key to it all.
If I die know that time does not touch me here. It cannot weigh down my soul for I have lived, and I cannot forget, my soul is in the past and the future. We are the alpha and the omega, our imprints are endless. Love all, for all is love worthy. All is the life force. This is how I survived.
peace.
((wo))
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4132, i love you Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:31 AM
I love you three words which lead me to more words these words which I stumble with again and again trying to make you understand I love you not because I will sacrifice who I am who i've wanted to be or my dreams for us to be with you but because of the feeling that grows inside me when I think of you and who you are but why am I still searching for words over and over again you search with words for my love but dont seem to see it when really my love for you is living pumping through my veins they say that actions actions speak louder then words that’s why when we argue I remember that I love you not because of your opinions but because of your actions... and the movement that is our love I fear that if we weigh everything on words we will fail but this fear I cannot communicate with you other then to say I love you, and I dont want to argue anymore.
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4133, the forest Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:32 AM
yo I know I’m capable of killin but I’m focussed on my flow just sittin here distillin so that it ain’t so hard to swallow although I let every listener know my shit is goin be hard to follow these words ain’t hollow so they hard to move wit once u enter my chamber its hard to lose it it dont cum quick my imagery ain’t no minute mans shit so what if their hot for that minute my shit be like that fridge it never leave the kitchen and when you ready to eat there’s a box filled with more food for thought then you everd a thought a thought could have ushered or brought and its hot, yeah hot, but this food dont rot it stay wet, and sweat and it never get caught its like that ginger bread man fuck these lil red ridin hoods the wolves on patrol the wolves walk in shadows the dogs never make it, they keep tryin even on parole its the moons blood in they soul moonshine in control of youth who dont know, life outside the fast pace of blazed slow mo thinkin they can see the future that they dont know but yo, i'm all for it..trapped in a forest of wooden flows
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4134, excuse me miss (is this a dream) puppy love revisited Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:34 AM
excuse me miss is this a dream? can i tell, you somethangs just listen cause maybe i'll break you off tonight ----- this an unconventional love letter, hell yeah puppy love reminiscing love letter:
for the true listenners out there those who know will listen close those who dont, probly wont care but thats just there parogative anyways this story bares heavy weight on my mind even though my tongue was featherweight stimulatin her spine but thats a flash forward, songs begin with rewind let me tell you bout shorty and how i used to spend time thinkin how i would politic and acknowledge how i found her exoticness drawing me to simple topics, picturin her in the nude tanning in the tropics all dem rude topics i'd bring up randomly in our conversations but one stream of my conciousness never left that occupation now i was in pain, cause it was my first time fienin for pussy that i never could have slain the lion in the den, waitin to be slain by a players game but im not a player, just a bit of a poet, a comic slash comet, a rhyme sayer see the truth leans more towards the fact that i never explained properly cause that would break the fantasy i wasnt ready for her to be ontop of me, like i wanted her to be in my unreachable dreams i couldnt make up my mind..i was stressin its that same shit that got a man changin his words and sentences with my mind picturin her in white shirts in soakin weather n makin movies together n i tried to pull missions but i know that was just feigned wishin cause if i wanted it i could've gone for it straight premonitions of licking pussy and how tight it must be runnin my fingers all in her panties damn my mind stayed in the gutter her mind stayed thinkin on the effect being caught would have with her mother and all them other fam but whether its gritty i dont deny i pledge allegiance to truth..baby girl you should try it what the dilly..still we know its really cause im too blunt, some cats call me philly and some chicks say that im touchy feely and some chicks act too touchy really its probly cause when i poly i hit them up too witty and they try to play along but aint on the level wit me so they mame the conversation tryin to game aedan should have kept me waitin, now my patience stay fadin thats when i start sayin -- excuse me miss is this a dream can i tell, you somethangs just listen cause maybe i'll break you off tonight
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4135, torn city requiem Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:34 AM
I travel in battles to earn my piece the peace is only for the deceased all the living have are cease fires espionage, assasination plots, carried out on cheap tires theres idle hands for hire in a world where flash fires spark off spies who cross wires and groups conspire to villanize those caught in the cross fire explanations.. there never questionned as long as their given so they women can explain to they children why planes is crashin into buildings why mens who claim martyrdom are killin fathers who aint wit em all this holy war, when all war is unholy leave it to the tempted to not be able to control the addictiveness of their vindictiveness that visciousness that feeds the supremicist in us all hammers built these walls, and these empires rise and defeat attack of the carpenters who run these streets and people follow in crowds behind our clowds but run like the moon when see the suns heat what will become of these indelible fantasies eventually we'll all find our niche but we're impatient and by the time we do we're buried beneath our lies naked mothers watch fathers grow out of their seeds who stain the pavement with their blood and spread the disease we're just tryin to be winners us beginners in this world of sinners hiding red eyes at family dinners i got a fetish to soak ya after i soak your girls chocha my belt has served as a holster carrying blades down the side of my leg no ma, i aint happy to see ya i'm here cause ur brother aint left us no choice those who talk loud leave with no voice.. you get me? you know your sweet ma, that's why i used to freak ya you still tryin to be a teacha.. ma i dont need to confess to no preachas get out the way, mami move back would it help if i beat ya, you know i aint tryin to have to do that tell god that i just reflect, the environment that feeds the torn city children who need more then a god thats always MIA im lost in the storm still tryin to find my way today
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4136, supreme clique Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:36 AM
hopped out the truck supreme clique sayin what now pulled out the glock told that crowd to get down ran up on his whole crew solo sayin now what you got to somethin to say you better stand up before i pull you and your mans up to the concrete vertical im talkin brick walls when i overstep this verbal now you feel me.. how'm'i roll harder then stones not outta desperation or hating or merely for the participation of shit i got a bigger dick then mans who could say they is pimps and i only show it to the lucky few, 'mazin chics you could say im sick the way i just straight flip on this spliff tokin world ill omen world where they train the little girls to grow to little women but i only roll wit big minds and sometimes find them within these cages unreleased rages, workin for low wages thats when they wildout people think they know me or they think they owe me like i was the verbalizer of they mental fertilizer, helped them grow b but you only live what you know b trust i aint that homey to use they situ to boast me black diamonds from the seed under pressure heavier then the seven seas or a doctor being blamed for the disease star... i reach that far connect people like the path of sars through they old scars notin like bein who we are you know we movin and there aint really that many men who really want beef but when the heat is on, i let em know shit aint sweet speak
hopped out the truck supreme clique sayin what now pulled out the glock told that crowd to get down ran up on his whole crew solo sayin now what you got to somethin to say you better stand up
trilla army. black diamond. torn city soldiers. supreme clique..click click boom.
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4137, old friend (scorned woman pt. 0) Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:37 AM
when i stripped u naked of your pride and dis-assembled the wide narrative of you and i my eyes never observed the pain.. i selfishly found my vision blurred with rain formed from tear drop clouds formed vainly in my own my name enough about me.. let me reclaim my purpose in writing this. when i stripped you naked of your pride repeatedly mind fucked you.. to duck you, because i couldnt understand why even my love for you couldnt stop my worst fears from being true i felt i failed you when i fell in fall, its self fulfilling though.. when i stripped you of our love i forgot to tell you..
your love is irreplacable.. a lamp in these cold streets.. its amazing torn city could have born such a rose out of its concrete.. your voice.. calmed the war lord in me.. gave my fire purpose.. when nurtured.. i became warm, and warmth reciprocated off my surface your words reflected my soul..but whether you came before the dream, or vice versa i cannot know i have never respected anyone more then i respect you.. and somewhere after stripping you of your title i rememberred just exactly what began the cycle....
old friend.
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4138, black diamond Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:38 AM
The story begins in the mind of my kin in the mines for africans smugglers from Naroubi held in a sac in a womans womb shelterred inside her thighs warmth under guise of virginal insides arriving in gang land ontario under crimson skies my mother is tired its been a long trip and by accident the bag became ripped and it tears through her insides she was bleedin all the way home but her face quickly disguised her pain and the man that escorted her wouldnt care even if he knew what a shame but mama knew the risks of being a mom and he eyed her suspiciously the deal was that theyd take six of me and one she could keep i knew that one would be me she used to dream about holdin me and trading us for the tools to leave her nightmares behind when we arrived around 8, she jumped out of the car and the man wasnt far behind her he was strapped.. he yelled where are you goin? she said to the washroom he nodded now knowin why she was so quiet the whole way home and as she closed the door, and turned on the tap water soaked tissue she wrapped on her hands and she's pullin me out, but can only find the first six so I was trapped inside her, she said fuck as she gave in trying to make a plan that could ensure her future she decided to hide one and say five was all that was with her he knew that she was playin dumb the way she stood there playin wit her hands as the sweat began to run down her forehead they stared at eachother deep in the eyes thats when he decided that for her lies she would have to get gunned down she heard the sound of the gun cocked, she tried to start to run franticly she cried, lookin back with each stride he shot her in the leg, ran up and snuffed her with the knife found the other and left with all six into the night my first sight, was in the forensics room under a surgeons light he cut through my mother and thought it was rape put us both in the fire and then made me wait then swept up the ashes and threw us in the garbage heep which was later found by a latchkey child who's name was wild, or i should say is me holding the black diamond in his hand.. he was possessed and what he could see.. was a new vision, stories that had to be told theyd broken the mold, and his rhyming was possessed by the -------BLACK DIAMOND---------
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4139, RE: black diamond Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Sat Aug-30-03 04:51 PM
You flipped this tightly -- (((Compressed Coal = Black Diamond)))
~Mos' Def A Jewel~ -- ;^)
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4140, i just wanna (yes its a dipset dubb) Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:41 AM
I want to elevate without worrying bout my boys and I want to respirate without worrying bout the poisons I'll never be biggie smalls or tupac but that's the beauty of self and allowin it to be seen requires my choices my skin is paler then some, but eminem aint the only one who goin make it, and take it to somewhere that aint been done I want to be in love but sometimes i'm too prone to do harm out of boredom idle hands too often can do wrong isnt life too short to go on cheatin ourselves of our artistic integrity just to get ahead of these.. other wanna-bes by becoming what we were trying to pass and therefore we becomes rats in the race promoting ourselves with all our strength sleazyness drips from our face what a waste, im only a thug when i'm at the point of break and even then you couldnt know how much it takes to feel this way, when i wildout, you cant relate unless your my kin, like my loco cousins the drugs keep me frozen in place, when i feel like runnin and the blood im coughin in my vertical coffin as i stand half baked and.. this situations all too often i wish i could soften the world, so that id have the option to soften my heart through the art but instead i see myself inside a war my eyes are sore squinting in the darkness trying to make out what i was sent here for all you can remember me by is my life--style the only thing that is quite original bout WILD' his sensitivity to the streets activities, living within the confines of his abilities to destroy and rebuild after killin the protagonists quota who wrote a, story bout slittin the throat o' a young childs mother just because she pregnant with another oh brother where art thou why you on some bullshit, you aint no kin to cows tell me how you goin keep beefin when i know that that aint what youre after all you want is the cat's meow so that you dont feel drowned i dont run flexxes.. im into making love more then im into having sex and i know that means that most times i ride solo alone but who got a problem with that im used to it, drinkin nights away vexxed the poison, the anger, none of these can manifest themselves as tools ive been the fool, then laughed at the same mistake in youth who rage to feel alive, and important in a society where their lives seem null and void and their told to plan for the future not to deal with the conciousness they have in the present i been a terrorist, in the name of the crew but i aint tryin to murk nobody, and its not cause im shook listen and look, i got somethin thats boilin in the kitchen and it aint crack, but it is for the fiends close your eyes and step away from your pain what is your life without your right to complain? too many cats want respect but wont pay no dues too many cats will discipline the fools but aint ever played by no rules theres too many counterfiets spittin into the youths ear drums as they ride the bus theres fake fifties on the streets, and tryin to rock them cant get you anything===trust.
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4141, where do i go Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:42 AM
where do i go from now it doesnt matter where its how thats the question I wonder if life is circular but that would be too simplistic wouldnt it? in a 4 dimensional existance how can the answer to life be two dimensional the forensics try to use what we know about death, and the physical ends of life but they dont teach us how to understand when the dying let go and free themselves from this life of hardships and struggles of love and lovers who snuggle ha, what lights at the end of the tunnel anyways? im not a worm diggin this tunnel under earth im more like a land mine, waitin to erupt into a crater a different behaviour to be followed by the lurks call me linear phobic call me what you like.. even heroic but i know as i straighten my spine the only matrix i can find is my mind contemplatin messages with self through the electrical burnin of nerve endings who can tell? perhaps when im done this conversation it'll be my time to find a new form of communication and thats what im facing in my future the evolution..the solution.. or is it another thousand years before mutations can lead us to the next step to take as a people and as a nation i cant feel alone, because the fabric that i sit in is made of everything with everything which is everything and that, makes me feel even as a youth my roots are buried deep in this world past
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4142, scorned woman pt. 1 Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:42 AM
your self inflicted hatred I can never understand I can only assume that you needed to understand what we had was unlike the quota.. but somehow you had to deal with the break down.. you stamped us with a label.. but yo your own pasts owner not me, i remember things differently not because i wasnt scorned, or because i pretend to not see the pain i put you through..but my past is bout the journey of me through us and through dealin with you, mami am i liar? are my memories false, are your memories real? or is somewhere at the crossroads where the reality of our past has stayed concealed are you still as kind to the deserving.. (or undeserving yet to be proven guilty).. could that only be allowed by no longer hurting by acknowledging my presence but im not a presence in your life.. or your situations.. but the fact that i exist, is enough to have you facing a fundamental question is forever worth the wait, or is the past simply a lesson that you cant forget, but cant live in.. it all cuts both ways, i know cause i searched for those days back when the sky was blue, and my life didnt feel those greys but you behaved as though your rags were universal in the mind state of sexual poverties, a woman's burden our paths both ran parralel until the point of collision but you're the both the victor and the victim.. oh scorned woman
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4143, YOU Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:45 AM
honey is always stolen from bees/paper from trees/put my mind at ease//baby, you been on my mind..please/listen to me smirk/stolen from the herb/frozen by the curb/ my fingertips hold onto these words//i dont mean to flirt/ but something got me thinking we could work/this out/ pull that kid out the situation//see you facing/ this man who intends to make impatience/seem like fate when/ your man admits to playin with his b game/a is the only initial for my first and last name//the love fading/ no matter how badly you work and stay waitin/watch me shade in the darkness that got your mind contemplating/ my imagery that got you feelin me/and my identity is deep within the/ untended to hair, rocker shirt//one day im a have a wardrobe crew/ but until then what's clean is what's worn/I reach past the boundary, i believe and therefore/ aint no one who can stop blind faith/ wrath of mind space/ thats why fantasies YOU create//i put into place below your waist/cause im just trying to get a taste/of your candy dreams laced//with your blooming sexuality/your face binds the deal//your smile says look at my eyes/and I, see that it's real//i can serve you a full meal/it looks like you hungry/and i aint bout to turn away this girl when she love me//Your/On/Unfinished/ business//Youth/Over/Unstable worlds of cold men//im a have YOU flowin out through my pen/as we reach the climax//as the page feels your warmth imprint your soft hand/and the ink has your fingerprints, captured grains of sand//YOU are beautiful and you say i am/full of compliments/but this is your land//your the queen/and im just a carpenter workin with trees/thinking on YOU tonight in these streets//
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4144, photosynthesis Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:46 AM
your light domesticated feeds my mind/allows my flows to carry sugars and nutrients.../and therefore i climb/let it slide down your spine and carry my love/my thoughts, my unspoken words, the truths//all of the above, has been transformed through your beauty/your means of recycling my soul/you are photosynthesis you on my mind..im on a roll/like the words as they fall off my tongue like tear drops/hanging off willow trees, as we walk amidst the dew/fresh off, the clouds parting as the moisture hangs in the air/love, i got a climax to begin..some change to spare.//
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4145, I Remember This --- *smiles* Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Sat Aug-30-03 04:31 PM
*Sweet~Ness*
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4146, transitional shit '02 Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:48 AM
my soul transcends this/skin emphasis/pigment slavery/inturn infamous/inturn glamorous//relate to the repentance infinite?/believe these men live without regrets??/we're attaching this/identity of humanity to skin colour//theres deeper imagery that moves through the soul of a brother/not that i would know, but im moved to step to this and write//how do you attend to life/knowing that your people have been disenfranchised/what is wrong?/ what is right?/if purity = white/if limbo = these streets/if hell and heaven are bought with meal tickets/if jesus cant read/if the only way to be something/is to get past the views of the police/and revolution is the only other option besides admitting defeat/abolishment of slavery/abolishment of entertainment/collapse of the world market for laughing at our hearts man/i have no true identity/but society keeps telling me im conservative/just cause i have this white skin and a mind/their sure im working with/the grain rather then being the carpenter mang/what i told you/im cutting down the forests where these crows keep planting there seeds/jigsaw puzzle/muffle me, smother me out/but no one sees the panther beneath the skin of kings/until its out... WATCH I, LORD DELIVER OUR UNITY TO wildout, and to you through the words of we//
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4147, dis illusion of disillusionment Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:49 AM
"dis illusion of disillusion" i cant stand to hear your name..your name, cant stand to think about all this...this pain, cant sit to take a breath, a breath of fresh air cause i keep hoping that on that breath i'll taste your scent there and find you...you, sitting right here next to me... this illusion im caught in..has got me trembling your lips, your hair, your voice..im losing my mind.. its moist under this cloud that keeps blotting out the sunshine and im not sure if id even want you back but im feeling growing pains and i keep hearing thangs heart beats of a phantom body turning around to find mirrors that reflect only me and my shadow is what hangs over me cause im lying face down in these sheets refusing to look around and see if i cant feel your hand guiding me staring at the phone even though you told me not to call no mo'e this is such old shit and i know i aint helpin with me just lettin shit go fuck it though.. i'm missing you maybe cause the mission's failed maybe cause you were my accomplice my witness and friend family, lover, queen, mirror, pool of warm water, shady tree, i cant remember the reasons that i keep on feeling these emotions drawing me binding me, finding me, no matter where im hiding the keys to my soul.. perhaps i shouldnt trust this anyways..cause when i do i wont be in control.. what happened to time taking its toll, taking my joys and pains away for good? i mean if i could go back i would.. but since i cant take the smiles and the tears, take the dreams and the children into the woods this time dont leave that candy trail for them to return home so this time we dont have to doubt and wait.. we're just alone.
under your dark skies...storms often rise...circling your insides... the inner city contains...congested rain...and darkness that engulfs even night streets lights...where light bulbs never get replaced....the heart of the inner city lies under... the thunder ridden alley ways...where breath seeps through the concrete.. ghosts we had placed, live through us after we soaked them into our thought splatterred walls we greive when they leave scared that the city barriers could fall we cry.. over the death of the ghosts that lived in the most personal of hosts to us close to us.. we held them in places of importance and allowed them to watch our moons collide to cause planets to divide we saw their unturned eyes but let them lie in their safety truly.. we have taken poisons into our streams and fed our many people.. manic depressive now, after this schizophrenic doubt was put out at the cost of false love or should i say this illusion, that we accept disillusionment.. implies that we were dreaming and we never should have kept going until we tired... such is the story that burns in the fyre the book goes out and the story ends no more pages of friends to burn.. shaking on the sand from the coldness you build the empire...what have we learnt?
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4148, the butcher shop Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:50 AM
1 2 3 shots buss out at ernie eves who you goin lie to now? do you wanna lie and die lie and die and die and die 1 2 3 shots buss out where lastman sleep who you goin lie to now? do you wanna lie and die lie and die and die and die ~ at war with fantinos gustopo my crew heard i was schemin they said your crazy but good luck tho it's hard to plan for tommorow when torn city keeps bussin out round after rounds of them hollows and the media show that follows blames blacks and asians, just to make it easier to swallow by tv dinner eating caucasians its trying my patience cause they voted in harriss and harriss cut my education so he could build more roads up to green spaces that hes made golf courses that he attends to in his long term vacations never mind his direct police orders to brutalize the rightous who protest before they even start to riot i recognize the first nations blood on they hands but they stand with their registerred guns smilin, eyes sayin try it fuck this government, if their going to weigh the remains of our childrens flesh differently they going flex different abilities to protect us inequally yeah the bags was disturbing.. but i aint heard no sermon when last year ____'s second child was murderred no, he was lost in the storm, he must a deserved it rest in peace dead kings when i heard her on the news saying how she's lost everything what did i hear next a cops mechanic "like he didnt deserve it" you know i tripped when i heard this made me wanna murk this white chauvanistic prejudicing..pig the other white meat not the people, but the ones who cut eye holes out of they sheets their surroundin us tellin us how its the better way the government found a new way to segregate our families building fear against criminals then spreading pipe dreams through the inner city ive learned that your always kept closer by your enemies and i dont take food from strangers.. but i know that they invest in me as if i had some unsworn allegiance as if all white people were my kin, those who eat their foods are obese they cant stand, never mind spark the revolution spark the revolution puritans still preachin the final solution, training me with their powers assumin i wouldnt use it against them tellin me how not only is my intention wrong, but that god will not forgive my sins if i keep testing their systems they'll tell the generations after me that i did what i did cause i began to lose it when i was a kid i was too involved with that rap music and in the back of they throats news anchors goin say madness grew out of black music but even pure roots grow poisinned in unfertil ground so thats why when i spit you hear the pain resound in the background this the soundtrack for us in the back of the bus you can trust im a speak up on the everyday struggle of children who havent even tried to hustled but get torn when the doors closed and they left in the cold 73c bus driver old miser justifying racial slurs under his breath ignored by the people cause they burdenned with too much stress and those who notice, become too greatly vexxed to deal with what they know comes next the bomb explodes and theres no bus left ~ children your blessed express your stress when your vexxed dont be afraid to tell those who look down in jest that they aint better yet
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4149, lost in the storm Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:51 AM
He looked in the mirror smiled at his old friend new enemy he brushed his teeth picked up a razor to shave changed his mind and let it be wrapped a bandana round his head and put his tuque over that glasses underneath took a glance out the window he cant see rain drops blur his reflection hes lost his identity to retrospection his open wounds have consumed the infection regrets have him, dying in the past, killin in the present black gloves black hoodie, black fuckin everything to those who pass him he's a shadow to himself he's a memory of every bad seed nurtured by his malicious fantasies instinct when he preys, animosity the only guide in his days he's an animal without morality or time he feels no need to behave any other way than to survive day time exits with gulps of moonshine his passage is no bible he fiends for his trials and he's out searchin for a new source to pay ancient dues to support this new habit of lashin out at the wind standin alone when did this begin, he's blinded lost in the storm
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4150, loyalty Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:52 AM
i conspire to have my words never expire solid as my flesh recyclable like my cremated ash when i leave dont grieve raise my body in the trees let the birds feed, so that my soul can see from the clouds where the rain is gatherring from the result of ancient actions do i stand to reign over torn city let my seeds bloom amidst the concrete let the children carve dreams on our backs chalk drawings instead of tag wars if i never come back, the blood was drawn to pay for the loss of my heart this the art of creation can only gather pre-existing reality before this time loyalty, the fabric of the mind burnt for a high? i'll never bunn my family you cant break our ties
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4151, no point Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:52 AM
where we at now ma? i'm sittin here without love without hope without you and i chose to go through with mistake after mistake it's like taking a break off breathing bunnin out chancin the end instead of greiving i start believing that im frozen dancing with death while i take in old poisons glancin at them when i forget that i've chosen this life it's like staring outwards ignorin the changes within what ive become, the inner struggle just conflicts with my tainted blood cause im fienin for a drug no im fienin for some truth i keep lying and side steppin im fienin for you and when im seeing you you remind me of a girl i used to kiss excuse me miss i know it must be hard for you to believe this and i mean this i miss you more then those christians be missing jesus yo..when i close my eyes i reminisce on you when i needed to kiss on you what i do? i dissed on you hit on them, acting like i didnt know you were the one who was here in the end that spark created somethin ma, under those fireworks i saw it begin i'll never forget.. i just wish we could both remember together the way things began before that weekend in november
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4152, rap zone Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:53 AM
i heard common sense used to vouch for her because she showed intelligence in front of cats who used to lust for her but that was before the chronic season and the crack fiendin now she's filled with poisonned semen, and her families grieving cause every mans leavin with a piece of her soul they get a cut then leave her bleedin on the washroom floor all so they can say they got a hit, from back when they gamed her the streets named her hip hop i still day dream about seeing all the shit stop she went from runnin thrift shops to sellin herself at every gift shop i want to make love and raise a family with her in our home but it's well known you can't flow raw in her poisonned dome so i guess inside her juices its a rap zone carrying magnums so that the climax is the end zone this ill dignified queen has many children by many many men she cant afford to get treatment cause she's needed in all of our heads
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4153, stone heart Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:54 AM
my eyes betray me frequently they can see my rage it hides under the veil of secrecy violence seeps in me the devilish streak in me paints my insides as storms often rise and the street lights of my life never get replaced cause in the secret city murder is commonplace thunder rips the air apart and somewhere in the dark feet scurry they hurry but the writings on the wall blood shot eyes rest against brick so the head doesnt fall it never will the body of the people unaware of their exodus still murderers and thieves the brain infected with cancerous lumps as the lungs breathe the disease im the voice box that breeds the deceased its the consumer in me that never could live in peace cause then my teeth would be still ive tried being vegetarian but i fiend for the kill maybe its the blood money that runs our economy that soaks into my vision when i feel the world topple me as the tv prompts me to laugh but the world is steadily gassed until the day has come and passed to escape, we rummage through the glass cause the real nazis still got us in the crystal nacht teenagers start with gats, until they can build an empire that arms itself with missiles ive contemplated murder more then my classes in these past few months and under my glasses lies the path to my stone heart
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4154, u cant never take over, and u cant never take over Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:55 AM
For four corners connect like four mourners, at the blood stained corridor, direct like forty crutchers in your nightmares, inspect like forty mothers when they arrive home..the message unclear you cant teach conformity and offer confirmation.. atleast not to me i see through your hippocracies the only thing stopping me is those i loved and still love are now faded cause the way a young man act is jaded cheating on wifey, leaving the trust tainted like it's a risk to love me so fuck me naw fuck you..if you cant see you were the only truth i held onto take time to pause...and breathe inbetween these time when i grieve these times when my seed poisons fertility and shows malicious infedelity raping tranquility brutalizing the emphasizing of both our abilities fuck the script, weed smoke keep distilling me bubbles rising from my waters, to blur my eyes and fuck timing, i aint got no time man.. i could die anyday, but god probly goin make me stay not cause im rightoues, cause my life lessons havent been learnt and taught through the words i say the line between blessing and curse i see is very thin and relies on you to interpret the world today the difference between mercy and punishment being worthy and running shit it's only a different grip of the under-dog lives that you and I live my gat resides full clip, hanging by my dick, handle riding my belt it can be felt when, i walk past the school children with the fire in my eyes and the air parts around me you cant never take over, i'll stain the water where u drown me they found me, writing rhymes on okp three years ago when happyness was a laugh at shit people feared and tho i'm far away now from there i still go back to my memories when my proximity to life---didnt realize the end of me fuck letting these, past moments go i'll slay stray cats and eat children and disturb the most angry of those immortal confidential crazy fuckers my feet are swarmed with maggots, the walkin dead, motherfuckers.
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4155, wild's femcee ghostwriting Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:59 AM
MC 1: let me destroy the bragging rights of a man, sexually flaunting misconceptions which led me to thinking that his whole identity was based upon his misconclusions MC 2: losing the point..in a patriarchal commercial joint when his mind doesnt flow, instead it spells out words like skinny ass boys yeah, your all "fabolous", but in the end it all boils down to another "i need a girl remix" MC1: word sis, their only happyness is derived from when a woman loves them ---MC2: true MC:1 and then they think they're more glamourous then a woman, when a woman fucks them too! MC2: exactly so I'm like; dont get it twisted kid, if you been skinny dippin your dick inside of me you just got fucked by me, pimped and prostituted foolishly, MC1: they pretend getting a nut off has suddenly made them deep rooted men have only one talent, making up stupid excuses, MC2: excuses for their lack of personality their prides based on fallacies MC1: yeah they're all the same, and i see no matter how hard i kick em they'll come crawling back to me MC2: thats cause men need to be abused, for them to learn anything pain is there only excuse to justify there soul's movement we all drop blood on our tampons that got more soul then you do boy MC1: incomplete chromosomes, the xy it equals you, boy who's in control when i pull your hair while you lick me with joy? MC2: ya'll are dogs, pets, whores, or more simply put toys dont say you can read me like im simple MC1: no you're far from correct, we dont want to be your equals.. men are pathetic, MC2: truly believing they have had this history of ruling us trust, we masterminded their delinquincy before they had recognized us MC1: when have they hustled and gotten us to go out and slave so that they could stay at home? never, cause there not even clever unless we say that they are MC2: all these other feminists have this shit twisted and wrong! we were queens, not house wives until we allowed them to use their under-developed brains MC1: to identify us as something, so they could stop envying us and stay sane BOTH MCS: we are women.
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4156, unfinished business Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 01:59 AM
whoever started drawing lines was a fucking genius /whoever confines my family to cells/will watch the most underestimated/ innovative dialated and hated re-route to attempt breaking out/have you ever watched a word spark revolution while it was leaking out?/we travel on the tongues that leave your jail walls..cause if we fail all else /we going dedicate ourselves to the invention of a way out/a loop hole to bind your lines to your actions/without lines on my page id still be doodling son/now im dueling with suns while moons bless my lips with they love../you can trust i'll live in the medium until the spine breaks/and the book is loose with no hidden mistakes/and the unholy become whole, and truth becomes the toll to live/ive bled on the scrolls ive given what i have to give/shit, so you all should know i share the pain/the weight/the triumph/the shame/the gates have slammed shut in my face/and my face has played the trump/but this is no card game..and no tarots cause no ones truly reading me/ and aint a cat out there who could be beating me../i beat cats..like rat poison mixxed with kitty kibble/i shoot blind cause my faith in self aims high, aint no need to dribble/i stay fueling off the energy that collapsed my enemies still/this WILDOUT persona goin be the end of me/im ill in the head, blue in the face, holding time still with no breaths/bending these laws of gravity so far, i swear my necks going to snap/enwrapped in my work, enraptured, entrapped and energetic look/my mind set, you call my dedication "tunnel vision" when you fail to look/im not shook/i been on the subways, watched the cold face of time kick in/when cats needed just one more second to stop the bleeding/this space we share may be both of ours but im not leaving/gotta stay in place while i wander outta pace grieving/when im achieving the mental state/I'm.. a blur with shadows that mask my face, and embers fall from my fingertips and drop to ashes/that same knuckle head basta'ad that skipped all his classes/and just when you thought you identified me with them cliche ass rappers/i turn on all you bastaads and reveal a new classic/im not a man, naw its tragic/it was an unfair fight/my style is alien to these streets/mixxed breed, overlord's seed planted in death's wife/
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4157, celebacy flow Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 02:00 AM
women and pussy tits and brain making love casual sex nudity and rain usually i'd give in to the flurry flip my hand at pain shaking from this girls work but today hahahaha.. i'm reaching out to celebacy cause a brother need to focus cause this sex got me feelin like ive reached bliss even with the locusts devouring the flesh of children outside my door even with the assasination of the prime minister of surbia what's more, like nas says pussy kills.. naw its our dick that kills us..and cahounas aint that far behind im a quit back breaking, and grow my own spine... WILDOUT
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4158, starlight Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 02:05 AM
.........They say when the sky goes dark, you can still find your way by looking at stars that reach us, although their far away so basically, we're still searching for sunshine, even at midnight, this essential part of night we call the starlight.....
"I'm wishing on a star(8)"...
Starlight:
i remember spitting 'sunshine' with my cousin when you wasnt around i reminisced on the joy i had found that accompanied me even though i felt drowned by you not being around why can’t i feel like that now i can’t even find inspiration to write these words out sky has been what i’ve stared at for so long and now it seems that its all gray, theres no rights, no wrongs let me ramble on, cause all i know is time happened to us everyone's been asking what did happened to us!?! and trust, when they ask i know we both wonderring the same thing... time will pass but enough constant reminders, keep me aware that tears stay ready to buss even when all this is supposedly behind us...
cause CHORUS i wish, i wish on the world tonight everything is going to be alright no kiss, no bliss, i wish, i wish for my girl tonight hoping rest will stop the stress from fights and i wish, i hope, i write, i wrote but tonight theres nothing left to endure my thoughts but smoke and starlight
i guess its true that time flies and we dont have wings you’ll always be my princess..but remember not all men are kings if you believe you can fly, then you forget to stand on firm feet but if it makes you smile then you know it was worth the leap you're my heart..that's why i can't find the right beat.. did you think i forgot?(echo) just listen sweet heart today...naw scrap that..i got blank pages that should be letters as i keep hearing your voice in the back of my head...this whole shit is bananas knowing that you can’t be the eyes to read what i’ve thought.. what i should’ve said or maybe what i would've said, now in retrospect no matter what i did and didnt do it's all been said to you so instead of telling you what im going through here's what i said
i said(echo) CHORUS i wish, i wish on the world tonight that everything is goin' be alright No kiss, no bliss i wish, i wish for my girl tonight hoping rest will stop the stress from fights and i wish, i hope, i write, i wrote but tonight theres nothing left to endure my thoughts but smoke and starlight
and im feeling like
maybe this relationship is dead baby, cause im feeling like ive died you took part of me into you so i ride forever, part of your insides treat me well.. meaning if they put you through shit then give em hell well, im feeling like ive lied to myself a million times through eleventh months when i should have done where instead i tried honestly, i cant find what led me here, or what led me there i cant find my words, my tears, i can't find my share and i know this should be identified as tragedy but my happiness and my sadness are MIA writing on my desk, not noticing the fact that i keep spelling out your name i was doing my best we tried to pretend..in the end maybe the split up is a good rest cause i dont have no regrets when i look back on it
CHORUS i wish, i wish on the world tonight everything is going to be alright No kiss, no bliss i wish, i wish for my girl tonight hoping rest will stop the stress from fights and i wish, i hope, i write, i wrote but tonight theres nothing left to endure my thoughts but smoke and starlight
what was wrong with it? i can't say nothing to the effect of pointing blame or putting our love to shame i hope you know that im a always claim you was my first love, maybe my last ha, i had to laugh if anything has been taught to me by these past, months it's that we had fun, but we can't determine our life and just because its right dont mean that for that night i wasn't alone, and you weren't at home, wishing we would fight that's aiight, long as you dont let love walk outta yo' eyes and forget what was beautiful about the world that makes children cry this rhyme is only half-rhymed, under city lights i stand thinking downtown where there's only half night some say relationships have a half life so i stand with my game tight, fuck it though its half time words exit my mouth convert to smoke then hit the skies; starlight.
CHORUS i wish, i wish on the world tonight everything is going to be alright No kiss, no bliss i wish, i wish for my girl tonight hoping rest will stop the stress from fights and i wish, i hope, i write, i wrote but tonight theres nothing left to endure my thoughts but smoke and starlight(X2)
....and so i believe, that when you love someone no matter what happens they stay your starlight so when you feel like your lost you can look behind your shoulder and their there watching you from above sort of like a guardian angel...
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4159, Deleted message Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 02:39 AM
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4160, mirage of self pt. 2 Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 02:42 AM
"wandering minds” feat. Anita J. Jun-30-02 AT 10:32 PM (EST) stress alleviates the relevance from my lack of words lack of former intelligence what’s the issue? I’m crying foreign hands offering tissues I really miss you.. I can’t take it and I feel so naked when I’m alone but I’m prone to just zone out on the paper, in-between my lines, thinking on different times wanting just mine, but greed comes at high fines tariffs, taxes, and an onslaught of adverse blockades wondering when can I get paid instead I’m forced to wear facetious disguises like I was in intelligence or politricks I just want to hold you in my arms But society beats my body with they fists and night sticks And their overpriced kicks, clothes, food, We underpaid Still working like slaves On the last plantations = government corporations But you the truest soljah in my army of one And though I miss you as if somebody shot out the light of my Sun----- this is the ecliptical hour where nothing is sacred but all are scared where no one is naked, but all are laid vulnerable to bare the needs; the planted seeds from our days as children, men, and women grow, segregated, from higher learning and now we burning, fires caught on the wind blow, but there’s much more at stake then just our bodies and the wax dripping on the window-sill, we’re all soldiers, but it’s too much, when the children are toting shotties 'cause there souls got too many holes to feel...my god. Got too many doubting God and turning against one another Fighting their own brothers Don’t give a damn bout they own mothers Sisters, cousins, aunts or uncles We headed into ugly times When battle stances are all folks think about for no reason or rhyme Love is lacking, discipline slacking, the I (eye) stands still losing sight And in the end, it, after we all die, it won’t matter who was wrong or right It’s times like these when I will miss your presence, wish you could be here Cuz life seems too damn overwhelming, trying to battle constant fears And I just want to pull you close, stop time for just a little while Spark a smile And add this moment to U-N-I binary files But life is hectic and crazy and I don’t want my peace to fade wandering, plundering wondering when I’m getting paid instead I’m getting played tax write off for the gov't, frustration and hunger meant, that some grabbed the guns, my people's a game to some, they hold funds and fuck with our minds just 4 the fun, but some flip the tip and choose to befriend the pen, I see where I begin, but they keep tellin' me where it ends in a world of fake friends and corporations we’re all getting burnt, but there’s more at stake than our skin on the whole they can show us a grave, but they can’t kill us all and if there's 1ne love, there's always goin’ be 1ne to trust so don't be paranoid, my family, just practice cautiousness I’m sending all my love now to the world above my head waking up, my love wondering how, I slept with bombs going off outside, and I’m a keep reaching out no matter how cold outside.. this is my life, and if none else, then I myself am going ta do this shit right till... the end.
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"PERIOD of FRUSTRATION" My monthly menstrual Must cramp his style As he explicitly reveals His ignorance To this physical Female vulnerability And His deliberate indifference is Crippling to my emotional stability I cringe to find these cracks In the vertebrae of his sensitivity It's like he has no respect for feminine integrity Hormonal flames ignite As he splinters my serenity and incites my irritation Repetitively striking sharply On the bathroom door despite no invitation Interrupting my grievances with Mother Nature He betrays my privacy I am exasperated and exhausted But he’s “amused” by my suffering He simply snickers at my pleas While I am left to shriek and weep It certainly seems he likes to tease ‘cause no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to schedule Five fucking minutes of peace -vent-
“Re: period of frustration by Shannon.”
we ain’t got these sore pussies like y’all do.. womanly love, and strength, above when dead we watch over them see how fucked up our perception was when we thought it was hard to be men but as for as our conspicuous, almost un-intelligible delivery of our empathy and not our sympathy goes a good man will give you a acetamaphinal pill, tell you 2 chill, and let you know who got your back, and in a minute put a hot water bottle under your stomach, warm arms hold you still help you win this monthly battle we'll give you some warm soup, and some kisses on your collar bone to help you recoup, rub your back till you fall asleep, let you know you can relax.. your home.. and although you are alone, in your feminine confliction it dont mean that love from your soul mate ain’t the prescription.. Right?
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"for my fam' pt.2 F.Y.I. updates" Nov-06-02, 08:03 PM (EST)
the circular transition from my position where I once stood where I once would, knock on wood and say it’s all to the good but as we learn with time nothing is for certain and curtains can appear over whole lives, engulf homes in showers of knives bloody welfare, can’t afford healthcare a simple cold could spell out death so they hand those out of breath crack, guns, and opportunity through doing the deeds of a man in an office who would never see repercussions from where we at I’ve seen empires rise, and suns collapse the moons contract and birth rises to plague the modern maps I’ve seen god bodies tamper with death and destiny taking grip through space and time and pulling the icy grip of the reapers kept ice finger tips just to pull the eye sockets closed on kids who should have never saw nothing, who couldn’t be trusted trust it, is an easier fate, then dealing with the outline of whole crews once they find out it was you dealin' behind they back, snake in the grass while the grass lasts, under the heat under the feet, of those who will surpass where hip hop is at right now seems we all chokin', writing this knowin' that some of my fam’ will see what I mean and others will not, but give them time and give this thought maybe we'll all see something new, ‘cause all I need is you. All I need is, this shit fam’, my writing scheme fuck a pen and a paper, a keyboard does fine for me under lions den rests the babe of a foreign, species of the dust the coming is now, this shit is a must. observing rising stars from my bus seat window the warmth hardly surpasses the freeze of winters slow the wind blows and I hear it, and although I’m near it I dont fear it, what is fate? or destiny? what kind of meaning is manifest in me that I should be, something more then myself on the path that leads me twists me and turns me and yet this path burns me yearns me, but still never earns me it just has what it has, justified or not this too shall mother fucking pass and I’m back, full hard drive, full mind of thought wondering where my fam’ is, where they are not yo check it ergo says I ain’t lost my touch and I know that it’s true, ‘cause long as they reachin' out the fam’ goin’ touch through whatever glass or shield whatever sands or fields my mind is an open door waiting to be explored by the real listeners, the real ones afraid but still going and all my hope all my strive to you I be owing All I need is, this shit fam’, my writing scheme fuck a pen and a paper, a keyboard does fine for me under lions den rests the babe of a foreign, species of the dust the coming is now, this shit is a must.
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“Anti-Fascist Action pt. 1”
THE STRUGGLE
I disperse my thirst my vocal cords ripping threw hearts with blank verse errors hitting screens quenching my fires with the gasoline mixed with shredded sheets of the capitalist regime fuck cream while we battle governments run schemes well rehearsed no coincidence officials lock down the scene giving the news images to flash on your screen neutralizing everything so our forces are dissolved I stay resolved against squads convincing enough to bypass social consequence they watch us burn without teaching us how to learn their hooded trade their is much more then a coloured man left at stake pigeon fed, so much to take so they grow in numbers and members they slip word by word into the mass consciousness making free-thought almost oblivious and I stand alone, who will join the force of one.
Stand up! Get up! do something stop fucking sitting yell out give love get mad the shooting stars are going collapse your foundation stop fucking wishing on em stand up as a nation!!!!! I spell it out fascism not that hard to miscommunicate they act like terrorism is the justification for world wide hate while you participate funding the war bombs are handed out and strapped to the poor I stand and speak for those who cannot I see the deceased and I watch my people rot my heart goes out over sea’s to those families who trusted those who oversee the destruction without doing anything fucking destruction leaving nothing of homes that supported our daily functions the babies are shocking, reacting to their introduction to corruption but we force them in it arm stretched out, needle loaded, it’ll take just a minute
Stand up! Get up! do something stop fucking sitting yell out give love get mad live life be real stop justifying lies Mother fuckers it’s a world war open up you eyes!!!
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“Anti-Fascist Action pt.2”
if there’s a lesson learnt while we watch the victims burn if there’s a lesson learnt while we watch the victims burn
AAAAAAAAAAAAGH
mother fuckers I’m wilding out
AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
cant you see? look into your mind rewind your prime time realize what’s inside
Mother fuckers I’m wiling out
Seems we didn’t get the point how many times we'll they kill our prophets while we stand buy anointing the torch in oils ignoring the smell of burning flesh fucking buying into their bull shit no matter how far fetched they've got a sketch of the perfect nation IT’S WHITE they've got a sketch of the perfect nation who gave them power:?? they BELIEVE their right!! NOT TONIGHT I can’t believe my eyes my Muslim brothers and sisters are dying and not a mouse's voice screeches out millions of fucking hands and not one reaches out
if there’s a lesson learnt while we watch the victims burn if there’s a lesson learnt while we watch the victims burn
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
I can’t take it no more you know how far you have to push before I lose control never that I’ve lost control I learned discipline I with-hold from strapping shrapnel and destroying buildings but my anger and my will gets stronger, all the fucking killings we can walk out of school classes we can break out from our restraints and maliciously attack masses but what the fuck have we changed in the long range? we’re still living under the fucking capitalist regime how can you build a new country when we’re in the same name? we need to overthrow them trust me I feel the everlasting pain THEY THINK THERES A FIRST SECOND AND THIRD WORLD With Problems? It’s all one world, they separate us for one reason to teach us their lessons about justification of others bleeding
if there’s a lesson learnt while we watch the victims burn if there’s a lesson learnt while we watch the victims burn
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
WHERES THE PEACE IN THE DECEASED WHERES THE PEACE IN THE DECEASED? WHERES THE PEACE IN THE DECEASED!! WHERES THE FUCKING PEACE IN THE DECEASED!
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“anti-fascist action pt.3”
cats dont even know they look into their souls and think their bling represents their whole they grab glocks and support the jail ran economies that’s right, they need, a certain amount of your family to sustain their greed, only to take them and place them, suck their life out like batteries turning on your high speed cable ignoring tragedies if you believe, what your told, you'll never see the conflict I rape back spitting in the face of my enemies while they strap my hands behind my back I STRIKE THE MOTHERFUCKING EMPIRE BACK I stay well equipped without gats, my mind isn’t effected by the rush I wash my system out with water rather then rum and watch as you run into streets and the glass shatters a mirror of Zimbabwe, humans under pressure you understand that you can’t break the greed in a country built on it so what you achieve is to leave and go to the second world for your first trip then into the third world where the revolt is constant THE ONLY DIFFERENCE HERE IS THEY HAVE US IN THE ZOO NOT SEEING THE BARS THEY HAVE THE CAGES WRAPPED BY THE STARS SATELLITES WATCHING YOU WHERE EVER YOU ARE!!!!! mother fuckers!!
split domes and metronomes feel the beat of this peoples heart buss chromes or slay zones but still murder is not art
They preach of sin being in the first of humans more even they give us more and more to justify making the wrong decisions I’m vomiting up old saying and prayers realizing that the capitalist world is theirs they DONT CARE they watch you DESPAIR and they laugh in almost pragmatic stance in fact, their the insomniacs who suck on the souls of those who let them in unplug your TV sit by yourself and be claimed as less then the mainstream but you defeat your enemies by not accepting defeat
split domes and metronomes feel the beat of this peoples heart buss chromes or slay zones but still murder is not art
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“pimpin' is not a game”
this is dedicated to:
All the women and all the men who can see through the smoke to a higher light. Being a cheater, being a player, being unable to dedicate, or even worse, being able to be dedicated but choosing not to, because you believe that the lifestyle of monogamy is "un-cool" is nothing new or original. Dealing with multiple partners, having unprotected sex, OR protected sex (if you can call a sloppy life style protective) has been going on since days before the Christian era, or before Jesus. Why do you think that Jesus was born unto a virgin? Born unto a woman in a monogamous relationship. This isn't even about purism, it's about love, we forget that the base of sex, IS love. We forget that the base of life, the base of creation IS love. Fundamentally, even god recognized that those who sway from the mainstream, those who are "n.e.r.d."s per say, are the ones who revolutionize. We get caught up in games we play from early days, but forget that games are not the soul purpose of our creation. If god wanted games and players, he would have said fuck the world and created x-box instead. Living we need to be staying true and using love, rather then feeding greed, and feeding the beast that the propaganda of our world grows inside our brains. You know what I’m talking about the id, we maintain that we dont have, but we enjoy indulging, almost fiendishly. Prostitution is not a "woundless crime" as the politicians claim, that girl you see on the corner, that you automatically assume is in your justification to give dirty looks to, is someone's daughter... SOMEONES DAUGHTER. Don't take advantage of situations and slowly you'll see what I mean. This piece is dedicated to those who understand all what I just said; there is NOTHING glorious bout pimping.
As for the piece itself, all I do is paint portraits, I see in my minds eye. The characters I paint, are not under pounds of effects. They are beautiful and true to their natures. Even if their nature is so vicious that I despise them. This is one of those times, that my palette got the best of me.
I grew up with all women, I love all women (all people in general, until it is proven that I should do otherwise), and I could never hurt anyone ,unless they were coming to kill me. -a.a.
"the check up"
*knock* close the fucking door behind me ain’t you glad that you found me? perfect timing to be found your tears roll down glad I got your attention I’m grinning think I didn’t know you lived in room 501, like I dont clip the wings of my mother fucking chickens? all my women, live in these here high rise buildings what are those tears for? I came to check up look me in my fucking eyes bitch, put your chin up before I rip your ribs up open them from where they conjoin theirs no cops in this land... dont make me dead you right where you stand hurt my fucking hands fight back, you'll find my gold teeth can reflect much more then a simple image there’s no turning back, your far from your line of scrimmage deceitful old beef will leave you with mad cow disease or salmonella poisoning how you goin’ tell me nobody gave you no work BOYS WILL BE BOYS TILL THE END!! I dont give a----bitch your making me so angry my head's turning red... like my fists ya I know you wish you could give me my money but you ain’t -------- (it is the sickness that drives him as he stands, the same sickness that drive you to read this conversation) -------- aspiring to meet demands!! what the hella tol' you?! backhand, till I mould u, into what you need to be I’ll send you back to your man send a van to kill bo'fe a you this is what it sounds like, when crows cry when cold hearts bleed the cement freezes under dark skies could be, just another day for him now he got his ex girl crying swearing that if you dont let her in she'll be dying to bad she fucked up on the corner bet when the led hits ain’t nobody goin’ mourn her "oh that’s dry" what the fuck is dry about it!? you grow up and either stand by the contracts or get your forehead splintered by the axe on contact all these okay heads speaking bout pimpin’ but ain’t nothing sweet mos' these girls get blisters on their feet, and that’s the clean ones scared to leave the game, ‘cause there's no-where to run
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“This is not a rap song”
This is not a rap song but this is freestyled out this is not a rock song but I have no doubt of my route this is not classical although it’s important to me this is not a poem although it symbolizes who I be this is not the water although it's moist enough for you to touch this is not embarrassing although my cheeks do tend to blush this is not that REAL shit! but I’m going to try to teach you what I know and even though I feel shit there’s nothing I’ve learned that tells me so... this IS a work in progress like sleep and rejuvenation I guess it’s a thought I processed when I immersed deeply in my dreams and then started to awaken I don’t know when this came to me but it is not of my kind this is not a rap song but my words do ascend to rewind Still; I’m feeling out like a midwife birthing concepts that I bear in my mind but in the end I find, they still aren’t mine I feel out of place like a mistake in a good copy or am I quintessential to the humanity of the lines? I feel deeply resolved to say something and I say a lot but stay resolved it seems the words tend to fail me, when they win my time over and fall onto the page and dissolve
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“daily news, august 14th, 2002"
a philosopher in downtown Toronto Ontario issued this statement when he was found standing over a murdered police officer earlier this morning: that inside yourself you can find truth and see and if you can’t be yourself then self is not you and if you can’t tell the truth, then the lie is true to you it’s all relative just like personal views just depends what it’s meaning to u true? ayo.. feel my delight seeking light at night in trivial times my rhymes flee from insight to find safe havens from becoming these lines it’s like they dont want to be a part of me any more they dont like me guess it’s bad habits, ‘cause I abuse my muse just to amuse myself and others constantly catch my tunes while wildout loses himself inside a gortex jacket vortex Alice into my world the force fed rabbit I flex material world we’re turning ourselves into money we’ve become two faced, good Christian turn the other cheek even with they lower body we’re all in shock, ‘cause we've all been mind raped our family's beg to know but all they see is that same place they been, surrounded by the emblem of protection, yellow and black police tape modern day evil eye strapped around alley cats yo tell the people what these tragedies meant no wonder there's corruptions it's so detriment police look for dead presidents before they notice the dead residents my soul has forty-one holes and it keeps growing wider they shoot everyone they see it’s like they kamikaze thinking they lost the battle before they even sign on to protect the... people I see, can’t see me when I slip into my birth suit and cocoon till I can rest a transformation I take long breaths trying to calm me down and find my lungs poisoned we all talk about it pollution goin’ run shit till our nerve endings have a power outage like we ain’t met the cause, so it must just be part of life that ain’t right guess it’s omnipotent like police brutality in N.Y.C. at midnight? hahaha.. I’m serious I speak in jest, delirious with eyes closed to detest my nemesis who no longer is a person, but is a world that shut itself off, these cops want to hang like my people let’s get a justified lynch crew, these corporations seem comfy until they come to pinch u and your out of there like a pimple dogs can’t protect the sheep ‘cause they still house broken we need to breed us some killer wolves and in other news: hunting season is open.
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“Kick the blood out”
The pied piper, lips unsealed, unzipped, suddenly when the clock hits the hour to spit meteor showers to bring back the power to fill the emptiness, which we naw feel that surround us until it drown us it found us bouncing off melodies echoing off your voice finger printing itself in powder line after line arise the silence.. climbing into your bedroom trials of the soul and of faith how many days have we spent behind the police tape before we were engulfed into the blaze there were many sparks waiting to catch fyre we drinking oils and fuels, refusing the water and as the flames rise, and the blaze catch ya eyes you throw ya drink in it, brotha + oil + fyre = skillet I represent the street's bouncer so I kill it all this romance to concrete, deceit, and tragedies song keep trying to kick all them kids who dont belong get ‘em singing they own shit, and move ‘em along but some get caught, following Alice’s rabbit I represent the street's bouncer I dont just kick dem ass out, I kick the habits it’s all lack of discipline which lead the children astray and Alice’s rabbit will speak to any kid listening, else find another way but as long as my skin boils when I feel this way the pot goin’ to rise each and every fucking day like the sun till the day it boil over and cleanse these lands, perhaps today is the one peace.
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“Choices” Aug-15-02 AT 04:20 PM (EST) yo we slice our hearts open with swords tarnished to serve a meal straight to our souls garnished why the fuck for ..why the fuck for? we all been back stabbed and back stabbed each other show me a man who is pure, I’ll show you a liar ‘cause we are the descendants of Cain and when it rains, god speaks through the thunder, and we walk under his sadness and rage we all seek to lose control and have good faith but free thought tends to replace that sweet taste of grapes that overlay our poisons and the knowledge we behold leaves us bitterly offered choices I sometimes hear voices bounce off the wall and sometimes when I sit and cry my shadow stands tall while I dont stand at all why the fuck for? ..why the fuck for?? is there more to this then ignorance hate.. or bliss excuse me as I kiss goodbye this world that denies itself while statues weep and the children cry in poverty of heat.. our bodies are so cold when we die and I see birds fly by.. sometimes.. we assume our role is more important then other nature if nature is a mother then she hates ya, so you might as well give up now we done murdered her children.. you goin’ speak on forgiveness now? unlike a niche, we travel nomadically.. a cancer of sorts and by far these scars that I keep re-blocking over and over again in my memory is going be the death of me I got new souls befriending me not knowing where I currently sit in space and time but shit happens and none will speak of my frame of mind when they see me coming through swinging furious they wont push themselves to understand murder curious.. it means nothing that we are men we are nothing but flesh, bone, and blood... at least.. that’s how we can comprehend what we see wondering how far I can push reality or is this whole boundary a complete fallacy? what is justice... but another relativity.. a variable in a dead sea.. could I sacrifice myself to the world we see and still have not changed shit.. or does it all cost a fee can money change what my spirit cannot is my mainframe distorted or not? will anyone cry if all these baggy jean wearing falsified, gangster not caring ass children get got? will anyone notice in Japan if a whole school in my home town gets shot!? ‘cause I’m about to blow to go where no sane man has ever been before they say once you wild out, your never sane no mo'e ‘cause you done snuck through the tiny lil’ worm hole waking up drowning.. I should have known.. but I’m sitting and my shadow holds it head, constantly getting vertigo coughing up blood trying to let my issues go.. maybe stop my heart from beating.. and all this internal bleeding.. but why the fuck for? why the fuck do we give up so damn close to reaching our goals why are we so blind not to see that we ourselves have souls are we ever truly alone.. or do we just wish we were so we could justify the mass confusion.. the flame is out.. and the world sleeps un-aware of what each night it is losing.. millions take flight to ascension while I speak in simple tongues is it possible to save me from what I’ve become yo echo that.. there is no redemption but the feeling of resolve and the ending has no resolution at all, all becomes undone and lady fate begins to weave a new web and the fyre swells up inside her cheeks.. she's blushing.
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“Religious Equity”
Who wants to battle!?!? Why my child.. CHRIST DOES!! why? ‘cause he's rolling in his most holy grave.. his faith has been torn from it’s purest frame simple wood, would not do, decorations corrupting it for the fame priests, klu klux, nearly one and the same no wonder they killed Martin Luther and Martin Luther King Junior the church think they got aim. smiling when they got shame while their looters say that they on the side of truth Christ wants to battle. for the infected youth!! because popes allow their priests to pillage and rape to play games with innocent children's mind states the Vatican keeps the true scriptures behind red tape they treat the brain washing like a state of affairs using our minds like they meant for some wear and tear strategic shit.. the faith.. what faith? I have faith in god not those who would rob us for that so called cause.. a faith that has been a political party built on death and wealth and what nation to claim patronage then the one that killed Christ themselves!? fuck the catholic church fuck Canada’s prime minister kissing the popes ring? introducing the party policia, new kind of sinister how can a holy man allow himself to be revered as a king? your not next to, Jesus Christ what this world has come to millions of youth, brain washed in a police state, 'cept the educated few and I swear to you Christ wants to battle ‘cause when his people come to, there goin’ be coming through with revolts and retorts against all this bullshit reading the bible over and over again trying to pretend, like you dont need to find your own truths you, act as if the words aren’t poisoned by greed, and the policies bad seeds, want to claim the public space I grow in, as private property and throw me? out like those kids supporting safe sex see how your actions affect. even Africa.. poisoned minds believe they can pray to cure themselves of the aids virus? when prayer heals souls and bodies in time, just as the enzymes released from being happy and hopeful does!! no time to educate them let ‘em see who they can be? NO. the poisoned traditions tell ‘em so.. SEE? the true king wore thorns, not platinum.. re-think who the fuck you goin’ be and.. WAKE THE PHUCC UP!
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"The Blue BlaZe Theory": If I’m not an illosipher then why do I feel so sick? (BLUE BLAZIN') My whole world is torn, my life ripped like a ligament. (Leaves most people shaking) And there's no quick answers to sorrow. (With Brutal phrasing) Feeling remorse, my bottle filled, but the shell is hollow. (Living, Aging) Young'ens jump off buildings, or buss off gats. (The life of a raging lunatic) The weak join in ‘cause they say cash rules the map. Naw fool. (The gift of the magi) I don't smoke cess. (Magicians of medicine pulled me out of the rabbit hole) Red Red wine can't even get me lifted, to be specific.. (They smacked me and I laughed when the broke their hands) When the clip hits the hammer, watch the smoke pour out. Scribbling. (The Midas touch living, frozen statues of the land) Black ink of my dark red blood on the paper, for your fam’ to sip on. Your all lost like when you hit the spliff for too long. (Mythology can't blaze my policy for rocking concepts) Life is too real for drugs to phase me, my pain for my curse through the unblessed seed, more then physical watch my metaphysical bleed. (I'm not stopping) Life from the womb, to the concrete, to the cut, to the tomb, and I’m far from reaching parole.. The beast engulfed me whole. (Blue bLaZin' the true art of hip hopping) That’s real to me, what's real to you? not like it's going to change anything, like Talib, move something.
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"one round at the stand up"
my words were blind fury so I ripped the stage didn’t have an extra breath to take, to say it plain it was a freestyle I spit words of fire, y’all spitting for girlfriends like Silkk did with Mya, I looked at my skin and burnt it thorough now all I have is some bandages wrapped on burnt flesh, (respectively) to represent my borough "where you at?" (SCARBOROUGH! hahahahahahaha) coming straight out Toronto the dull witted get their dreams shut down, vanished straight from pillows pronto ask the tooth fairy, yeah we go way back.. ever since I sweet talked so much that I can’t find where my tooth is at dont worry when I spit my lava at you, your girls WONT end up widows long as they got that booty yeah I’m sure that "their mama gave them that" their daddy told them they couldn’t go out so now all they want to do is rebel up on that ain't no chickens that the kernel can't mack, riiiiiiight? stand back.. with my cool mint pack, I come back to fight plaque... "the evil gingivitis bacteria".. introducing....... floss and wax dirty teeth girl.. acting like that booty serious, made of solid gold "You steal me lucky charms.. and then I call, get put on hold??" Irish girls are too bold.. they like you better buy the box before you stick the spoon in the cheerios cheery oh.. I wasn’t out for that with some vodka and a bag of cheetos forgetting where my mouth be at.. get at me yo!! straight off my buzz, got munchies like a pregnant mother does, when she begging you for pickle juice and crackers and your like...uhhhhhhhh!? ring me on my motoroll' let’s get kinky... we can put the world on whole, spit at me like missy did I got my laces tied up, ‘cause I’m a ritzy kid! cue the fabulous shit...(beat starts while I hop on the subway)... "posing, with my pants on saggy, with that weed leaf, two dime baggies..." holla back youngin woot woot...lol
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The trilogy "carry the weight"
Here dropping two by three and ending in four The trilogy spitting ill imagery you just can't ignore
blak impact, that of a smash to jaw aight, around windpipes and hips comes the big blak bear claw speaking of the windpipes most y’all cats on some small talk, chances of higher education wasted on learning the Crip walk What? You gonna kill this and mack that with the whack shit you got on lock Blindly treading dangerously to make your own mark outlined in chalk and there he lay, verdict guilty with no court this flow sport done fooled another one ass out wit no shorts straight booty like j-lo, you be huddling together in the fort. Don't speak unless told to soldier, cadets don't hold enough rank to retort. Cause this is not a democracy and loose lips get sunk point blank The Trilogy conducting pillagery like Mongols approaching the enemy’s flank the Heineken breaf, syllable sharp shank to freshmans, pockets dugged, f'theirs got ganked, hah my style reconciles, and resembles that of the next movement, quit your bullshitting, if you understood you'd know you couldn’t improve me, My flows break noses like blows and leave an Mc’s pitiful brains on the pavement Start your praying that the lord show you with minimal pains what the way to behave be
to you goes, in a turnicate, the mic, ya turn I bet positionin'slippin'in rank f'real, these days thrown loosely, the word emcee
these rhymes too intricate, hitting migraines up on vets, for real, packing blue steel with the intent to kill, you so crazy Lucy, infected where viral fluids leak, There ain't no cold blooded there's just hot blood flowing from an Emcee gutted Flooded with misleading conceptions of some middle age minor Making platinum disks, laying in to fix the odds avoid the risks get sixed like eighty not niner, witness poetic justice nothing finer rival 'gainst the acidic saliva burn under irritable heat speak ya sweet godiva lady maybe a known rapper poster y'keep close... while close ya watch the theatrics made by this graphic designer
yo I hustled since I learned how to feed without umbilical cord lyrically gorgeous venom flows when I breathe, words that when I read out loud, reek havoc and make ‘em bleed in the beginning bruh, there was three, the trilogy, holding down the power of thought, melded by gods into a trinity, the power most sought.. madmen seek to become made men until the hour of their rot bringing the hood to Camelot? honour wildout, pg, and blak.. serving up 2 by three and ending in four, eliminating the weakest minded and leaving the rest metaphysically sore
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"battle: freestyle check in"
-"freestyle check in" this is a freestyle check in I run through general discuss, freestyle and the lesson but freestylin' is what I usually be the best in battle chicks and dicks like I’m sexing so deadly like HIV when I ride unprotected I penetrate ya mind like sperm to egg and dissect it & breed miserable babies because my grind is dirty you thought you had sense, but your ass ain't worthy
(by sally_ca$h)
WILDOUT SAYS: -"as I check in.." I bring hard lessons like school teachers staring down your shirt with straight erections lethal injections put in your arm to disarm the bombest battle poker face joker rappers you been a naughty girl strap ya on the ass while you play in my girls pubic curls if my ass ain’t worthy why you got your face all in it let’s get down to the specifics this is business we can stay at the hotel, go tell your man that he's worthless check my fresh pressed khakis and my brand new wallabies and understand that the trio shatter your dreams: wannabe's get thrown over board for a good dime you can call sally_ca$h for a good time rookie's ain’t tight they just green chicken heads stay cooked lean Wildout be like W.O. when I’m pressed for space in lines hoes can suck my dick and swallow instead of trying to spit next time or get burnt in the blaze of gasoline and nines weak minds you couldn’t get air time as a box cutting afghan and even if you get signed, it’s just ‘cause labels dont give a fuck bout the true rap fans quit calling out beef if your only meat is canned!
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“Guess who’s back” feat. Anita J, and Ergobliss
-----Guess who's back... when the balance is gone fundamentally wrong writing out all my thoughts hypnotically prolonged these tears have bled there last flow opening a portal, they be, officially alone no home, since we got out of our mom's inner chambers I’m seeking out truth in women's nurturing nature but half the time, these encounters are pornographic in flavour.. like I need passion's rations in order to get along my path we think therefore we are, after cerebral spiritual math so if we can contemplate something, we must have known already prior to our.. revelations of future nations and I sign a sig' at the end with peace torn papers, wastes of indelible ink hoping that my imagery, my forehead slamming into your 3rd.. will help make you think and distinctly hear the vocal tones that carry bullshit home while truth.. it's words are carried on the tongues of birds and landed through moonlight slayings of war lords when we murk berserk lurk unfaithfully unprotected untrusting, full of hate and we turn our backs on sanctity, in hopes of better things like if we sacrifice the king, then we might have a queen let’s take it to the next level, unfinished and uncreated yet and lean just a little out of your mind's frame and catch that vertigo scared bout falling into oblivion, just let yourself go grab on to the clef bars and flow a note on truth's flow yo come on.. wont you -----Guess who's back....
See we be Diving into atmospheres Where climactic changes occur frequently Mother Nature be hurting herself When lightning bolts strike the Earth destroying trees That stood for years before you or I were conceived Even in the minds of our grandmothers and grandfathers Yet all we tend to see Is how storms affect ourselves, our own personal experience Changes in degrees Confusing the masses One person deciding the majority's destiny manifest I'm moved to wonder exactly what is the purpose of our quests When we preach of unconditional love Yet spew out hatred through acts of incivilities Blinded to our own reflections yet quick to point out the faults of our "enemies" Who really be our brothers and sisters Who really be our selves, Ignorance runs rampant like jokes, but expresses hidden truths on our shelves Between the cover up Of patriotism and pain We're quick to protect our own race or culture and let others stand out in the rain How soon we forget we've all been there forced into that predicament Hatred against us now becomes the fire we use against another Where's the rationality in that downward spiralling detriment I'm sick of being surrounded by bullshit lies and tainted misconceptions Tired of spittin' up acidic liquids that have seeped into my being like an infection We trying to bring back the balance using the Light within our inner cores Spreading truths Like doves flying through skies Blissful yet wise to bring peace to our shores
-----and with the tide comes whispers... faded voices saying..
-----Guess who's back..
-digging my feet in the sand watchin' the scarlet red sun walk under the earth as the night gives birth to the moon.. questioning my mind while I try to keep in tune with the crashing of ocean waves.. leaving me in wonder.. while I keep half burnt blunts blazin' and hiding under.. the palm of my hand my love goes undying. to define nations created by the salted tears of the crying thru the words of one god that creeps past silent murders and puts a knife in the middle of my enemy aspirations are wiped clean broken free.. and left to breathe yet the world still claims that humanity is a lie told to the weak.. while hearts stall and freeze we sit back and think about how bittersweet life has turned out to be thoughtlessly trying to write dreams when we close our eyes and pretend to sleep I’m a million different people placed in one mould as I unfold the agendas of my hero as he flies by my consequence trying to be more then ordinary.. smuggling the meaning from sight I still find myself falling to my knees with tears to stain my face at night left to pray for peace for hope for my soul back intact ‘cause without it I envision a world with a backbone weaker then mine.. retracing back to the balance walking with an empty motion handing me down like old clothing.. passion whispers defeat so what is left but to find a new beginning ‘cause we are the chosen ones unlocked from our unmarked chambers in the sky reviving our souls with another day living while we can and remembering not to fade while we watch shooting stars burn truth into a slow motion delay rise..
-----I shudder.. cluttered into three words. like
-----guess who's back. when
I am chosen by who then self reflected on by who but self revered and feared the complications to mental health of not questioning self of not bypassing the games, and not sizing your self you dont need a belt, to fit YOUR image just find where your true self really fits in whether that be in, hip hop a war or an alley way the question of self, simply disillusions the rivalry ‘cause we're not here to play each other, we’re here to play ourselves on a universal scale our workshop our production's players.. throw ‘em up and freeze.. just wait stop and cultivate this moment in time like a vine, your proud to say you nurtured after watching it climb it all reflects on self, see you'd be surprised how much we need mirrors integrated into our daily lives and how many things besides coated glass we use to see into our own lives but what chemistry can we create without using our self as a main ingredient, wonder why your kids so similar look at what your feeding em hopefully, it dont consist of your flavour beating them in the chest but more like warm milk and a soft pillow =ing rest there's beauty in self, to all those who detest put your fears to rest, rather then to nest the un-natural growths of hatred in places we confess.. come on exhale and focus on the beat in your breast observe self's inner breath
when we as self are facing one on one our destiny and quality set upon shelves to make connections with each other wishing we really could be connected to ourselves.. while lies be sneaking around like spies dancing on innocent shoulders talkin' bout street crimes and drama trying to figure out why everyone rather hear the truth as we stoop under the level we deserve relativity goes unheard I got more soul five times past my ego and bright fine fire flies that hide under my closed fist while little children be contemplating suicide like it was ever a choice as "why" is posed as another question we have no answer to we sit back and try to crush our greed into fine wine like it would make a difference like our frown will turn into a smile dangling at the bottom of grape vines just trying to hold on and not fall to hard.. gods have been tossed aside ‘cause most dont believe in a god even more most think believing is to hard.. while potential still be standing on guard
-----I'm tired of the guessing games:
split upon naked blade tight fade in shade degrade the made man sitting hit men, waiting with blank faces to get hidden but karmically, our death is suicidal in all ways ‘cause if there is such thing as fate then we chose the actions the direct cause to these days..
Count the syllables, divide the nouns from the verbs Take the sum and multiply it to feed a billion souls, these herbs Be fortified With understanding, truth and wisdom engrained into perception's feel To massage your mental's realm dropping a seed of the surreal To allow Imagination's Creativity to be born and fly We only want to remove the walls to show the boundless chambers of our sky Chosen Ones, find yourself in the truth of your Soul Reflections shine Eternally, as we diminish illusion's mould Through Darkness, Illuminate Inner Lights of Gold Raise your vibrations and watch as expectations unfold...
take care of grace in it’s purity before it grows to old ‘cause the years the we taste are compared to all the ones that we waste to only simmer when their freezing cold.. sit back and take the time to look firm up your grip and take hold.. of all the things made beautiful ‘cause when we shine.. our words are heard so honestly but I’m still searching for some real life views.. that have been bothering my curiosity envisioning ordinary conditions that I’ve been placed in my tomorrows and yesterdays are reserved for my soul but as for today.. I’m given time to learn that life is all about mathematics and that’s what half the world doesn’t know yet like how to add up all the times we've fallin' in love subtract it from all the times we've wanted to give up and divide it by all the times we've stood up for ourselves
Guess who's back.. ---you can’t shut yourself down ----sabotage, ‘cause your afraid of being yourself -----well Guess who's back... it keeps calling you out ------see your reflection and be like: DAMN I THOUGHT I LOCKED YOUR ASS OUT!!!! ..............guess who's back.............
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“Life”
birth innocence.. love.. knowledge.. breath.
struggle.. containment.. refusal.. growth.. tragedy..
bloom.. revelation.. warmth.. sunlight.. transformation
the cocoon of my life, is acknowledged and therefore, not too difficult to accept..
if you acknowledge life as these steps it’s not so hard after all..
wildout..
dont feed the children, penicillin.. let their minds go.
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“Rise” feat. Anita J.
as the.. sun rays dance down to the soil which my soles touch the warmth in my soul blush on a foreign land where I conceived my conception of what it means to be a part of humanity where I received the directions given but not followed this land does not belong to me, it is rich and not hollow as long as it can still breathe some see, the conclusion was to keep it diseased dry the flowers on an upside down canvas achieve superiority over torn flesh power over a dead world, which leaves you where you began with power over yourself, what is it that you dont see? stop allowing them to force feed you all this greed like a bad meal you trying to eat to impress "good company" when institutions form, do we forget our independent respect? if you can't trust what I’m saying then.. some take my kindness as weakness, some hoard the pig feed while I survive on scraps of sweetness there's no point to be found struggling against yourself nations are only formed by allowing independent self-clarification fuck public examinations, stand looking into a mirror wondering what their goin’ to be sayin dont you realize it's you that you need to be facing??
contemplation of a crumbling corrupt nation dilapidation of the temples of our exteriors a shoulder that seems inferior too weak to carry all the boulders that life keeps adding onto our loads travellin' down roads some of which have left us reaping fruitless crops so we stop consider where we're headed take a look around 360 degree angles embedded in the cerebral map we glance at whenever we become lost how easy that is when judgements are cast and we can't see the real cost of what it's doing to one another lashin' verbal attacks on each other but your reflections the same as mine, closer than a sister or brother more like that divine spiritual essence can't front like I don't recognize that presence in every living being but it's our eyes that lead us to mistrust what we be seeing so who you fighting against really? when it boils down to the ground the acid you spittin' becomes your own mourning sounds that you hear in your darkness, your own cries through the night stop hurtin' yourself by hurtin' others end the cycle and find your path to the Light...
life is a dream I wake up conceived in sweating my ass off trying to pass off the tragedies that I claim are not indirectly effecting my trains of thought why do I lie? I dont even go to church any more but I sit under the trees and cry.. speaking tongues that have traces of where my real heart resides where walls are victim to defamation and words are victim to fall dead, if they dont attack everyone who enters their premises still I stand a pacifist in action against the nemesis damn
transformations left me with a new perception my body became the temple that I worshipped inside =ing my resurrection I began to keep 24/7 in my heart the place where my Creator could reside and hell I still cry ‘cause life is still amass with burdens and though I’m still strugglin' still moving through obstacles still facing adversities, fears and the worst of my own insecurities I'm still alive with the breath and strength to keep fighting through Cuz this world is a battlefield but we're armed with experiences laced with lesson-filled jewels that'll bring us wisdom and truth to help us on our pathway can't give up no matter how rough be the terrain keep elevating keep maintaining keep breathing life energy ‘cause it's our choices that'll determine when our hour glass's sands will cease RISE
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“Politix Dido (verse one)” may-21-01, 2:53 pm
they killed Diallo Diallo never choose to hurt them seems they think they can kill everyone who sees past the curtain of the racist, fascist, lies to the masses political assassination stressful for the nation worried about bush and I’m Canadian feeling the people in the streets struggling hearing them, not fearing them cause hip hops changed, rejected it’s like a backwards coming of age I’m not ghetto, you couldn’t find it in my bones Cuz ghetto’s are filled with people, and I write the best alone the everyday struggles, people go through most of there lives I dedicate the rhyme to it, the mothers and wives who working on the streets while there teenage suns collapse in shattered heat ghetto ain’t a fun thing, it’s just a word to some but to those dying for funds, just to make it out a one bedroom apartment trying to figure out a plan, to get somewhere to sleep, besides the park bench we all caught up. the capitalist gain, dying over possessions and things, obsessions, with jewels and cars and the rich class laughs as we walk by their class rooms in fed ex suits carrying their shit, with nothing for our trouble they have orchestras and theatres but still like to be entertained by struggles and the real lyricists in the ghettos can’t afford no damn video and if we weren’t so hungry, we wouldn’t welcome in their movie trucks those out for fame, I pity you cause your digging your own grave dragging your heart out over cheap pave with the shovel they handed you, forgetting truth the rules of engagement entrapment of a nation get yours, but forget the gat at home we don’t need more youth with intravenously fed intestines leave the guns alone ….there’s people all around, reach out, your home.
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“sit and listen”
Return of the infamous, you couldn’t hit this with a sniper scope your wish list, my hit list, and all of Christianities hope, I’m the cook, I like it hot, or else I’d get out the kitchen scorns and dirty looks, hidden dirty books wet finger tips, and wet steel blades little kids playing big war games little names being thrown at huge claims theories of Confucius, tell me what the truth is want to battle, let’s do this Sundance kid, these verbal blades slinged at your head like cold winters and cold wishes, democracy turned dirty thrown dishes, irreversible like permanent blisters the plague has been released it’s fury unleashed through a contracted palm of hand the seventh shakra released through my spinal land we live under stairs, we live with your stares but we are not aggrieved, we see the deepness of the shadows lands of the deceased, so it reads:
(scat) you should…sit and listen, should should should…sit and listen, wishing, naw fam’ sit and listen, gather round
gather round see the children drowned in they own blood changes of the seasons, descentions of the sun run!!! the moons blood runs down the side of jagged cliffs ghosts of our country built on the weak's corpses deceit, soft symphonies, jonesin’ for some freedom of self big headed, self centred, got to come through me to even get me thinking, ‘cause if it doesn’t enter my chi I don’t even feel it linking me I descent with earth’s pressure baring down on my shoulders atlas holds the world badly, so I took his job gladly, now it’s time for change mind bending information streams communist glocks locked into place with the face of an evil master set to be erased interrupting communication….NOW.
(scat) you should…sit and listen, should should should…sit and listen, wishing, naw fam’ sit and listen, gather round
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“Be(come) Free”
Equality… equality can lead a grown man to insanity, rage and disillusionment blinds our people, filling the streets with crime, too many shades of grey, make it seem today, we’ve ran out of time, one question constantly, everlastingly, always torments my mind;
How can we be(come) free?
It’s hard enough striving for peace within me, never mind the community with these hazes and phases tearing us apart, we have to remain as ourselves and recognize that pain is not art, and it’s hard, to see the light some days, seems every shiny sun is blotched out by clouds forming with rain, our very bones seem laced with pain, most days everywhere I turn, I see corruption in society, the government will lie to me blankly and open armed.
While these lies are trying me, the streets are dying, mothers weep and crying is ignored as daily ritual, children’s spirits watch over them, while more youth turn to violence and the ex-cons watch them roll out sighing.
’Why can’t they realize before they start dying’
But already it is too late, everyday a new sky is overlooked and what of thoughts on love? love surrounds us like the air we breathe, and yet we seek it not, our respect is due to the womb, the mother moon, and the earth but we’ve been walking further away since birth, and although Euel you told me “Love the music, but not the violence” I can see how anger slips into a man.
If for a moment your mind can stay true to you, remember this quote from the Rza in the Wu:
Positive Education Always Creates Equality.
Peace.
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“Trade Off”
what happens when the sky turns grey, and all thoughts on tomorrow, don’t matter because there no longer is today, we live like we are the divine, most holiest, fine, but our words roll with evils we caught on the grape vine, I pray, I plead, I spray, I bleed what happens if what we need, is the trade off we selling today.
as I talk my breath leaves, my final plea, as police throw the tear gas, though we protest peacefully, but I guess just though is violent, as we continue to be treated with fraudulence, stolen, stuck, and fucked over.
what we s’posed to do? we are the free trade heroes, the zeros, who stand by and watch as the lakes get plucked, we have no reason to be moved, and no reason to die for, why for do my people not see the sacrifice we cry for?
the bullets rain, deeper then Teflon, they reach through what’s left, wrong it would be to assume my friends are not my hidden enemies.
more war in the gulf, this time worse to see, the exodus to freedom cursed and thrown under a carpet for our security, life is beautiful, but we shall never see life, we praise the rich for beating us, we curse ourselves for losing, the games were never made for us, but we receive the bruises.
they got us in cages, hoping our rages will shade us from finding light, of the truth we sought as innocents, they make us think hope is for the ‘right’, and of course, we ‘are not them’.
Our anthem should ring above the mountains, ring above the clouds, if it will bring peace to the wounded in the crowds, let them sing:
Bring in the Police! Bring in the Militia! Bring in the double crossing politicians and the rich who would sit and watch at home! BRING IN THE CAPITAL! LEST WE LET IT ROAM!!! we remain nailed to our chairs, our eyes unjustly held, and the rise of your go
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4161, mirage of self pt. 3 Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 02:43 AM
“Experimental Cipher”
This piece was experimental, I sent three stanza's to some of my fam’, and got them to free write off it, without seeing each other’s reactions or anything, without knowledge of anyone else's participation. My friends were separately asked to react to these three stanzas, together there reactions made for a tight cipher, all the verses after brackets are the reactions:
WILDOUT:
why they dying for a living instead of loving how their living ‘cause they can wake up and see each other and go teach the children
why they believe they can fly when they happy believe they can’t move when they sad instead of looking at all the real opportunities they've had
naw bruh.. why they, live in the past making assumptions on the future I’d rather live in the present and not fuck wit all this resentment
(PG) Lost are they Tangled in their sad dreams Blind to the colours of life's reflected light Black and white wandering in delusion towards their conclusion Doomed are they Oblivious to purpose Cursed to suffer the agony on their fears To live a hell on earth conjuring enormous torrents of tears See bruh How they hate how they seal all fate Killing visionaries prophets and seers Desperately Building fences and walls to stop the inevitable as enlightenment nears. Bringing death with it.
(asiem) tellin' lies inside bitter memories keepin' pace wit unnecessary hostilities training themselves for another letdown all because the love they had wouldn't love ‘em back the dream of another was lost in the gutter of broken promises and hearts turned back from the light that was seen in darker moments where they once believed
(Sunday) Always seeking on the outside for treasures they can find within Don't they know vanity is the only democracy when you worship the god of hypocrisy? (Blak Yukon) funny, I try to scribe lines like these but I’m just like the dude I’m tryna scribe to yo,the mood I’m in is... can a nigga live? can a nigga move past his past and breathe stead'holdin his breath thinkin'however it’s gon'be gon'be? knock back 3 after two steps but out of the blue a sign appears to tell a nigga to hold on guess I’ll wake up to another day and prolong it's funny be the low subtle that'll keep you out on a hustle no matter the level of your own hate f'self so yeah,guess this for you and you cause I’m just like you,shit dont stress none of this and down a brew
(Anita j.) why do lost kings and queens fly in skies of melancholy blues/rockin' through tempest storms blazin' trails leavin' ashes of fallen tears and scars upon they soulz I'm prone to grow old with the wisdom of perception's panoramic views, while others choose to see in tunnelized visions, never seein' the incisions from their own self made division (wildout) sometimes I’m infuriated at the past sometimes I ask and pray to murals imprinted in glass as I walk past, churches, sanctuaries, mosques, the trees and grass in pain, staring at things I can’t explain bitterly I claim that everything mysterious is obviously mundane all the same, my mind rethinks just how we behave for once let’s walk on a path we made, not just our ancestor's graves.
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“My battle call”
arise spinning bottles to deal out licks!! rather then kisses I emit shine only to those who take the time to listen my flow was deemed pathological always knew something was itching to get out of my mind even those days when I wish it wasn’t part of me chronologically my muse has always been there inside of me since the moment the cellular walls duplicated and this sun raised I guess it sat silently, until I realized I couldn't waste time to divide the sea and conquer mc's when they have no skills and the alarm rings, in my cipher when I’m approached by these hookt on phonix g'z us leaves us wondering with their word play how they manage to read therefore I split atoms to shatter trees slash Adam’s apples to give myself silence and some peace of mind my ambition for conquest causing me to drive wooden stakes through the heart of families who see my breath haze their car windows when I stand in the cold winter breeze filling holes that never were but now stand realized the debris displayed in wide screen and omni colour recognize
see obviously this must be new to you my battle call screaming out, I’m coming through !! you snowed in sitting in the safety of the fort when you hear my battle call, I’m out hunting for more without one cuss word, y’all still can’t hope to retort yell my battle call they name gods after men who never showed remorse and they get the corrupted men to work the power force
I am the blood that stains the eyes without becoming the same old sexist pimp, saying recognize, that I bang, on their whip, without bustin' off clips leaving them, with their whole clique, huddled in their cars, shivering, speaking all that talk, of how they would’ve sent me to the stars if this had been that, or that and been this but really though all the disses and physicality’s boar me out I was born to commit tragedies unto the minds of those who sought me out ERAAAAGH feel the battle call I curse y’all with the verse on a whole, rather then the words y’all, all the cussing you did left room for the god to collapse your walls well your face was red I treated ya to my rhymes then beated ya down with the ugly stick until even Jenny Craig couldn’t reach ya I stand tall emitting lies to you so true-sounding you’d think they had some ancient based founding’s you call me the preacher but yet again I’m just another man wearing sneakers waiting for the world to erupt or my mind to collapse with my muse straight fucked tricking but tricks are for kids acting rude, I show up at your mamas house where your eating breakfast and beat you down with your cereal spoon see obviously this must be new to you
my battle call you snowed in sitting in the safety of the fort when you hear my battle call without one cuss word, y'all still can’t hope to retort yell my battle call they name gods after men who never showed remorse and so my battle call is the reason I work retort never feel clever but never that clever cats cant see where the ether at god gave it to his people I guess my style similar to asthma attacks, leaving cats like hypochondriacs starving but what’s bothering is the fact you stopped breathing when I’m leaving my word play snaps vertebrae’s back into place leaving nothing but the taste of fresh blood up in your face after slinging the rusty chains and holding down for the pain I scream my battle call and STILL I maintain.. maintain, still I maintain my pain, withdraws from the next dimensions mainframe
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“Where’s the love” feat. Anita J. Jul-05-02 AT 02:09 PM (EST)
-----Searching.... Freedom rings, silently only heard by animals who live tranquilly unlike the men and women blinding themselves staring at the sunlight holding candles up at night, claiming fame as the brightest playing games with the verse-a-tality that they never could really grasp locked in cages, numerous lives are huddled in, then gassed, for 1ne person to surpass, they must de-class another if it means I have to spit on a brother, a friend, a sister, a lover, and put an end to where my story begins... I SAY FUCK BEING ONTOP if the bottom are all reaching hands when we can connect and form a u'n'i tie with foreign lands man.. but we get so cocky, stop me where I’m wrong the world is filled with so many clit heads and dick heads how can we get along? when it's my song VS. your song I’d rather share songs up by a camp fire but I’m sitting on fire on this hot cement food fryer where’s the love? -----Search complete.... no matches found.. Is it in the eyes of lust or greed We'll fuck over our own seeds And bonds of trust just so that we can Grasp, taste, hold, hoard That surplus of greenbacks Illusionary, freedom-filled, tree-killing, jail-cell stacks Minds trapped Crucial be our plight, when currents are washing out our senses Increasingly everyday And more and more lose sight of what they wanted in the first place Quests for financial gain becomes an obsessive compulsive behaviour Forgetting that the original purpose was to find happiness, Distance to achieve that becomes greater I want to leave the world sometimes or just find a means to fly away Travel to where shit ain't so complex, to a less complicated place And all I got are my own dreams My love, my art and God to keep me maintainin' But yo, I’m steadily askin' myself in the midst of it all How many others feel my words without feigning... --The truth Or projecting any type of patronization I can't lose my hope in tomorrow, or the spirit of anyone Reflekkting inward, I’m trying to stay centred 'stead of breakin' out on the run Cuz I swear my soul cries for departure at nite sometimes But fear's the bitch that's tainted my breath So I resist the urge to just die Ayo, we afford the hostility more specifically we shut down the abilities to teach our children, we shut ‘em down, instead of building, them up and when they hungry for learning we say shut the fuck up Where's the love? Crammed inside of cortex’s blitzed with mental freeze Long as part of the percent enjoys the coolness The rest can burn in infernal degrees, At least it seems, too extreme, Maybe I ought to just let ignorance's bliss ride above Stead of always wondering, where in this world is the love...? Where in the world is the love? Where in the world is the love... sitting at my desk, staring out the window at the sun I’m just a student passing notes, learning in hope to find my destiny and not to use the word love in vain it's so lonely growing up, until we die we're still recovering from growing pains... where's the love? -----New Search....?
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"double dosage"
yo I’m susceptible to bringing the wreckable their domination/in dominions off the sea shore, /chillin' with cats that most be hating/frankly. it isn’t a question of who the fuck thinks what anymore/it’s more a question of who to trust when your life is left in dust/from haters,/and kid who thinks he's a player alike/when I live/ cats act like they want a piece of my life/thinking that I’m dude from "blow"...hahahaha/NO. sorry, kid this isn’t a show.. I never was made for TV/ I’m not crazy.. even though my life was rough/ not focussed on a topic but their is none I dont touch/I don’t drugs/ I dont buss slugs/ I dont need "black" love/ or to feel like I’m a thug/amateur, I AM a thug/all I have is a pen, and a thought to write/ type of shit that makes walls collapse at midnight/I don’t need your sound scans/ I have better things to do then pop Cris tonight/I made my life on the low/to keep my two feet on the ground./staying two steps ahead of clowns/who got their heads in the clouds/their bound to shower down/so go ahead with it/I never hated on the game/ but this is some shit player, you come in shitting on my name/sitting on my claim/ acting real tough when your on A.I.M./ like you got my cheque, my girl and me maimed/behind my back that shit you spit, like you ain’t scared to do it to my face/ rolling.. ten men deep so I won't put the switch in your face!?/die free, dont you know you CAN be replaced/ can be erased/ I could watch the blood drain out your face/ but anyways, I keep flowing/my mind is as deep as oceans/vast as the planet/and twice as omnipotent/with venoms, and healing powers alike/ they both dissolve when I’m resolved to action/in my acidic rambunction/the theory of rebellious cause for satisfaction/that’s how it is.. I got enough beef for all y'all forget your rations, I spit rashly in the face of any cat whose asking/ WILDOUT.
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“This woman”
You this woman’s work I see I recognize, you this woman’s work, struggle and pain this woman’s work, struggled and maintained you, I recognize your face without opening my eyes so many nights you spent, how could I forget, you you are my spark of life, you are the warms I’ll embrace when I’m through at heaven’s gates when I’m through, no ones face could replace the warmth I see in you
your the only one that I care about on the inside your the only one that can see my insides realizing that I’ve been trife mama all this shit I write is to make this woman’s work worth the struggle you, you held me in your arms, and so began the trouble
you saw me cry and dried my eyes you saw my life spawned off from your insides never did lie, well.. Never could lie well enough to want to lie to my mother I love you, love you for my sister and my brother, you’re the glue that brought us together and through all weather never seems like forever since I knew you, but I’m still learning mama, my heart pours for you
your the only one that I care about on the inside your the only one that can see my insides realizing that I’ve been trife mama all this shit I write is to make this woman’s work worth the struggle you, you held me in your arms, and so began the trouble you’re the one who holds my soul when it all falls to rubble
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"life story"
I was born to a mother whose life I can’t get into she was strong.. so many wouldn’t have made it through but as my family do, I was born into the fam' with love and expectation.. even though I was a surprise, I never felt like my mom was impatient because I was there born a basta'd into the sunlight but god forgives worse sins then that and he did give me life so in my eyes, what my mom did was right she held me tight in our apartment while daddy made a flight to foreign lands he was a gay man, and my mom was a lesbian but friendships turn deep when confiding into one's heart my daddy had been a foster child after abuse and alcohol fucked up his family he never made it to be the father that he planned to be having me, he was scared that life would break him.. instead of making him.. trust is hard to give in such a harsh world.. anyways back to that strong girl, my mother had been dealing with me properly.. but the check bounced so then we couldn’t pay the rent and poverty forced us to bounce quick to a next place where we lived with friends changed the phone number was lucky enough to afford a phone, and of course I count my blessings that mommy could give me a home.. daddy couldn’t reach us from where he was so he felt broken down in the relationship, last time we heard from him he was pissed saying how my mommy had stolen me like she didn’t want me to see him I was two years of age walking out the bedroom sayin' hey that’s my daddy without an introduction.. I found myself running into the man that could’ve shaped who I am but instead he left.. my mom went back wit her partner and my sister came, she was adopted.. like I said I was a surprise and same sex couples only have very few options she was already on the way when I came and I love her with all my heart but I understand the tension that tore us apart always looked up to her, but we fought non stop got kicked out of pre school for being aggressive never really liked to fight considered everyone a blessings I used to cry for hours screaming mom ‘cause she was the only one I trusted my big sister left when my mom and her partner spitted and we moved from place to place never having any real friends.. constantly seeing a new face and my mom brought another friend to take my daddy place and with his nephews I got raped then his family ditched us like a bad restaurant memories that tend to haunt and I tend not to flaunt but anyways, back to the story like I said my mommy had been through a lot before me, I have a bigger brother who was put up for adoption ‘cause of the psychiatrist's suggestion when my mom was stressing I’ve always had an inner hate towards the whole fucking system and the only one I could communicate my frustrations with was my mother I used to swear at her, and storm off into my room we moved to Toronto, and my sister moved back in and it seemed her life had been ruff away too, I used to spend my weekly allowance on both of them trying to make them understand that their my closest friends my moms partner from back then.. I call my aunt, she's the closest thing to a relative that I have near me.. in grade 3 used to get beat up on the daily, by some Portuguese kids ‘cause I wouldn’t play soccer, and only felt like I fitted in with Jamaicans and South Africans.. I felt the shame of going home with ripped clothes day after day.. but no adult would help I confided in so many I ended up feeling empty.. the one day in the park I decided to fight back, I got my ass kicked, with no experience I guess I should have expected it, but I only understood that there was no way for me to escape my daily life.. that’s the first time I remember wiling' out, I went home and grabbed a butcher knife.. I told my mom I was calmed down and ran back to kill the lil' brotha.. but my sister’s best friend and my brother stopped me.. fuck it.. I think this is enough of a lesson for number one.. of how I began to wil' out, this is the first confessions of many ones, peace.
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“the light”
What up kid? now that you older, your brother is doing a bid and your mother, realizes she got a star kid no matter how she shows it she knows it, I guess we should take a walk, it’s time for us to talk about days long past, your fathers buried under springs grass I know it’s hard for you to understand the man you never had a chance to know Life is lived, everybody has there time, you better know that Live every day like it was your last, take time to notice the transition between now and days past your pops was a good man, he always helped his fam’ and although your mama didn’t know it he always had a plan, he took care of lovemore and me in our dark hours and because of that there, me and lovemore goin' protect you from the sun showers it’s hard losing someone who would have loved you so much I know, you and me can’t remember our fathers touch I vow to you that I will show you it all, even angels fall…
this goes out to all those who lost someone I know the pain comes when you lose someone you love just keep your eyes above, and every morning a new sky comes up
you my little man, stay true to my closest fam' I hope you understand that your father was human, and all of us have choices and whether right or wrong, we make them to no avail I know he left you without even hearing your voice sometimes the leaves are moist before the rain and the bark is frail after what shall be shall be, no matter what we do or say fate works in mysterious ways, this goes out to all those who lost someone I know the pain comes when you lose someone you love just keep your eyes above, and every morning a new sky comes up when I was younger I had some problems growing up my daddy left my mother, there was no question of him showing up and the man I might of loved, or might of hated never waited, to see the complications of the situation instead I felt left to hate, to fear, to double cross fate and as I grew up that boiled inside, killing me I used to cry, unwillingly, thinking I would die willingly and I’d probably be glad if I could take it all back, no weight to bare on any shoulders but as my thoughts grew bolder, little by little I got older everyone gots to deal with regrets, but if you dealing with some shit you got friends. this goes out to all those who lost someone I know the pain comes when you lose someone you love just keep your eyes above, and every morning a new sky comes up
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“Wake up”
why are we always coming and going never paying mind to the facts we’re growing the world gets older the polar ice melts but the winters get colder my moves are hardly witnessed most get the cold shoulder until I make a hit list, and then it’s over, got the worlds attention knowing at 11 there's no way out, even detention wouldn’t be excepted now ‘cause I gave an opportunity to be the lesson learnt and one more child's soul is burnt with holes all over, shit they send the squad in after kids like the children are the government's nemesis clever shit, if they can deceive the pure in faith then we never win still surprised they didn’t issue TV’s to every single house, try to close every mouth and one will bite back but I guess if it’s more about class we'll want to achieve that never seeing that all it does is let the evils in the circle like we can’t teach each other if these thoughts could reach you brother daddy if you could see me now how would you react would you laugh would you smile would the dusk come and I’d feel like a child in the warmth of a family can someone tell me who the real man be when brothers lose sight, and in turn lose reach of everything they planned to be, committing sabotages causing catastrophes leaving me bleeding, another role model leaving me out in the cold, I’m only a young'en eight years old how could this be happening I’m screaming, reading out words that I’ve thought over and over again in my mind imagine, when I was six I used to pray every night please god rewind, fix what is sick in me take back what’s mine still I can’t find my child hood is it me? would it be over if I had no sense of dignity teachers calling up my moms saying you'll just have to accept that your child is no good until the point when my mom had almost been convinced I was the bad seed I was 12 when I first hit the system, and if I could take my whole life I would have dispelled it but what’s relevant? shit they knew I was intelligent tested over and over again for mental illness and all they found was my gift yet they couldn’t get to it I wouldn’t let it, become their secret weapon that they knew my soul I grew up preposterous, paranoia taking it’s toll I let them talk for me, when I knew I could speak my words still tremble off my lips when my soul gets weak when the pain never leaves it’s not far fetched it’s easy to understand why the kids with scars always have cuts that’s fresh
oh yeah and dad... I probably woulda' wanted to walk just like you talk just like you but you never saw me through never spotted, you left us for granted you couldn’t be a man for once? instead you filled me with rage gave me more words for blank page split my mind against the average ways average days, for nine year olds, turned into hellish shades I can’t take it no more, how could you disrespect my family any more?!? you'll never get the chance to see there could be more companionship between dad and son you’d rather run you can’t begin to understand what kind of streaks you spit across my sun sometimes I wish I had your address and a gun, yeah you get my point you were there to anoint my soul 'cause there can’t just be one half on a baby you gave half and got half but now your looking fucking selfish what's after the math? contemplating how you would look under my wrath but god above set different path I look back and laugh at your selfish ass but when times pass I get so angry I could scream, stupid mother fucker where you been?
oh yeah and mom.... you were a dream that I woke up in conception my only friend and weapon against this cold world your the strongest person I’ve met, standing through and through my first breath belonged to you, I shed my tears, and called for you, grew up in your warmth, blanketing me in the winter as the walls collapsed you were my only shelter if I lose you, I hope you understand how much I love you I stare blankly into space, and see your face erase my tears only to replace my tears with omnipotent waterfalls dripping in raw emotions I can’t close doors to you because our bond has no ins or outs doubt can’t deceive the one thing that never left me out I love you mom you are my retrospect for life you never cease to be sharp even when my actions speak bluntly all the precious time with you I can’t forget, can’t forget where the sun be. I love you.
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♀.mama please.♀
sitting atop parted sheets words picked off cherry trees in my old faded dreams stand apart from me while I glance at the glaring sun rays shaded days, behind my window blinds not good enough to bypass the fate what I have to face another day, another night... another fucking fight throwing glass at the floors and running out of sight shamed to face my rage.. entrapped in a cage when I’m alone in my room but at least I know I’m safe I'd rather live this way then be trapped in the daily maze.. when I’m alone... no one can see me behave inside my empty tomb as I zone out pillows and blankets warming my new womb.. I swear I can see my soul float reflections, infracted by the morning dew the mourning rain, I swear it cries for you as I gaze out the dirty greased window panes but today..
today I’m trying to shed the sleep from my eyes and rise from the bedroom in which WIL' cried while you had sighed and I’ll try.. my best to let you know you are the way.. that I’ve walked.. to be in the likeliness of your parents is no profound mystery..
mama please.
we can find a way.. far from my childhood.. throwing everything off the shelves no more crying till I choke no more, coughing on words I wrote in the gritty school halls after hours fighting with the academic instrumentals my impact of being taught by and amongst masses of fools you.. are a true freedom fighter fighting for the future, fighting in spite being a single parent, showing light through faith for life.. people like u.. I believe are why singular cells can divide and explode into whole family trees and why roots are formed through the million men marches formed by the diseased and the deceased are looked back upon as the truths we must learn to seek as I watch the trees breathe.. it’s you and me.
you were persevering although I’m sure I must of frightened you.. I did so many things in spite of you just to fight with you I was so angry.. trying to find a cause rather then a calm when we were alone.. there was no one else to blame.. but the souls of our home. So I challenged it all, challenged the base of our family unit but u'n'i.. we figured out why units can form unity finally.. and all my misery was well spent all the tears shed because I doubted your intent you compel thought in me.. through me.. my soul, my eyes, my view it is you, that personifies strength.
so when I hear you speak about death, about physical weakness about mesh and holes in your emotional being
I’m just feeling So caught up.. how I was brought up.. did I tell you that u'n'i put the y in....damn.
not much has changed in aging for any of us but through your strength we've learned to grow and trust and must.. I face what I never will accept as the truth? that it’s best.. if I end up leaving u? you know how similar our paths have played out me and you? institutionalized.. deprived of our families. sometimes I hate.. hate that I let fears become the best of me.. what my childhood meant to me.. and where we now stand... over a hospital bed...sitting upon spread sheets where words are writ, secrets from you to me crying over every word we've said it’s always one bed, then to another First our crib, to our mattress, for some a ward, and some a gutter.. then to the tables, and then to our rest.. deep sleep under a flower bed.. listen I will throw my fists down.. so you can throw your legs up 'cause what happens to u happens to I ever since I saw the pain you go through bare it’s weight upon my eyes our lifetimes overlapped. pain grown to seed cant you just map it all out.. yo just plain show me where I’m to go.. IF you LEAVE.. you'll live on.. in my dreams.. in my soul, if I leave.. I’ll be wrong.. no matter by what means I lose control you remain.. resolved and worn instead of dissolved and torn as the soles I walked on the first years since I was born..
love your sons and daughters. mama please.
-----WILDOUT.
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“not again, ever.”
ayo.. sorry if this joint ain’t that tight I can’t write just now, but I can let you see what’s goin' through my mind.. hopefully it’s worth something to find..
self committing tragedy cousin you say your not bluffing you say we was like brothers and then you turn your back running who the fuck are you now? you aren’t my man at all you left a message in my girls inbox talking shit, I didn’t expect you to fall off but you did extremely inexcusably fuck. this is the love and loss chapters you’ve written both of our tragedies don’t make me kill you cousin.. I still got love for you but keep the attitude, I’m a have to do what I have to do.. it must threaten you, that I’ve finally found a way that feels so right maybe that is why, you need to say shit bout guns and knives.. your still searching brother.. and I offered to be your light don’t extinguish the flame, you know that ain’t right this ain’t a game, that’s why I don’t act like a thug with my life I'm not afraid, to show I got love for my girl or to let ‘em all know that's my ideal wife so antagonistic, like I did something wrong I heard your stories cousin, isn’t this that same old song? like you.. ain’t did nothing wrong but something came along and fucked up your pact with your boy and now it all went wrong naw dog.. it don’t go down like that I was infuriated now exasperated, can’t believe I was manipulated I actually fell for it, just for a second though I was ready to kill my fam', and let the weapons blow.. damn..
I NEVER want to feel that again.
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“Battles”
tears drop from the bags around your beautiful eyes clouds that appeared the morning after last night sometimes the things we both do just ain’t right sometimes that clear vision, is projection and not sight your palm in mine, dissolving times, we had prior confessions of a boy, not a man, not perfection, but not a complete liar even assholes have a soul you know and if I've really collapsed from where I once held the thrown then maybe you need to help me grow there's so much that I owe to you and so much that when you feel like leaving you could do but maybe it’s my greediness that pushed you away eclipsing your racoon eyes, night to day and this is just another quest so girl we can "find a way"
where once lay a woman there now lies a shadow where once rised our foundation now rises a battle where once I embraced the deepness of your eyes I now turn in fear and maybe these tears we cry can’t be helped and maybe we need to just see someone else but I’ve never been this dependant for my mental health my insecurities have begin to dwell, in my heart but safety has held me up because you protected and personified that part of me now as your foot prints appear in untouched sand I feel like your parting me in two and my particles are in a fury I feel like I’m imploding and girl.. all I can say is I’m sorry for whatever is the root to this crab apple tree in every sad ending of every love story there’s always a way they could have stopped it from fulfilling tragedy it’s alright to be mad at me just come back to me
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"ergobliss":
if I could walk through your mind, I’d find an avenue, sipping wine on the corner, recollecting my mind as I talk to old friends, in French and Spanish, reminiscing on the beauty of your inner soul's mainframe built with structures of unworldly circles, and odd shapes, designed with uttermost tastes, for the meal I’d eat your fantasies, and become famished through the delight seeing them brings, lust only leads to feed dreams, and dream feed dreamers, id glance at the street sign as I tied up my sneakers, beauty and innocence, I stand at the corner mocking, wondering where this fits in my quest for true hip hopping, I see diamonds glancing from windows with nothing but light shining, but the only place I find myself drawn to is your mind, as I start climbing, or is it ascending, deeper, I realize that with my eyes I can only bring interpretation, frustrated I go home, only left with more longing for truth's sensations.
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“love”
deep eyed stars, or eyes deep like starlight. compelling my soul to express, to use my words as my function, soul functionalist, and yet, lyrically there is no way I could create a reproduction, whether melding clay, words, or adding lengthy introductions, feelings we share on the mental and physical plane, contradicting and same, simple and plain, the candle light flickers on the walls, as to figures become one, chemical and physical reactions keep making, love.
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“Bk Queen volume one”
Passion, flowing deep like the Nile, making our souls climax without contact, linked over spiritual plain, the worshipping of Isis, utterance of her name if I could touch the haze again, I would walk through her mind and drink acceleration, inspiration, and adrenaline speaking her names in ancient as I begin heat living, inside of the ice cube, that sits here in her tall stem wine glass thick and juicy, mango juice lassie she sits there alone, while our eyes play past the point of where they met, and all I can think, is classy. Damn.
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"I Adore You." Sweet ray of light in the darkness I long for the taste of honey that trickles off your lips a simple kiss, makes me reminisce, Long nights, made too quick, Moments hazed with blushed faces, wish I could have held them still, But now I don know if I ever will, Get that chance again, To hold your hand again, would be like a answer to an eternal question, Asked by every man, found by none, once was a bird, But I can fly with love, To reunite with you... Like being dried in the dessert, And having your first taste of rain, The first time you whispered your lovers name, Shared your secret shames, and shared your pain, Cried out tears of love and sadness after finding that day, To have met your souls heart, Like a stream left untouched in a endless forest, we long for it, and once found adore it... Just to let our palms kiss, our skin to feel each others, Our glances to be locked, our thought never to leave each other, A love could almost breathe each other, if it were this real, Unsuspecting... inspiration always there, But.. Just to share that moment with you, Soft like rose petals, and to show you I care.. I adore you... Thank you... for being
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"untitled."
You brighten my days but you wont admit it You are my Diamonds glistening, dropped from a velvet sac Why don’t you see how much you mean to me Girl thank you for being around when I couldn’t see you led me through... And if you choose not to fly, then you waste your wings Because heaven misses the angel that they sent to me... and everyday I pray that you feel the same way for me... locked doors open up the moments that you adore me and.. it’s unexplainable but I see things clearly now when your their for me baby I just want to thank you for being here with me as the rain drops trickle down our backs we spread our wings... forever... Free from the hardships of days spent all alone wandering until I found my single rose Sweeter then those I had ever seen before. Lovers rush to find their moments but sometimes they just sneak up on you and that’s how I feel about you and me Baby... I would never regret loving you, if you don’t regret loving me, Girl loving you has brought me to higher levels even though I’m on my knees, what can I do to repay to you and show you what I mean, I feel like fresh dew on spring's new leaves..., (oh yeah...) it’s unexplainable but I see things clearly when your their for me and baby I just want to thank you for being' here with me I love you I trust in you (BRIDGE) and know this if I was be a genie I would grant your every wish and if I was the rain I’d wash everything clear but since I’m only me I can only tell you that your dear to me even when your not near to me it’s clear to me... I'm glad that I found you.. I remember when we argued things out thought we'd never work things out and now we’re doing what peeps said we couldn’t no doubt. that shit mean a lot to me that you put that shit aside, and can be with me, because you love me, and I love you to, your favourite colour baby blue, clear skies, it’s that moment when the rain clouds open up, and you realize, this days goin’ be fine, in fact it’s going to be wonderful, unexplainable, a love rapturous become trainable, Chorus: it’s unexplainable but I see things clearly now your their for me baby I just want to thank you for being here with me as the rain drops trickle down our backs we spread our wings... forever... you and me..
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"Sometimes words aren’t enough"
When longing becomes despairing... love can easily mismatch perfect pairing... I stand up against the wall waiting... missing... you and me... your smile your hug your assuring kiss I feel overwhelmed... emotions scattered like broken seashells across the beach... And it's not even over... I can't figure out why I can't find the words to say... anything more then I love you.. and our arguments spawn from the same hands.. that ease our pains during our time together.. over simple things... conversations and misleading contacts... and insecurity got us frustrated.. thinking that "my baby's all over her"... thinking that "my baby doesn't trust me enough to talk to me" thinking that.. "maybe he's not my baby".. I hope you don’t think so.. you make me a better man, and if you want to work through our rough spots then we can, no sheets get ironed without the help of a hand... if I hurt you I’m sorry.. I can't think of anyone I'd be with besides you... and if we have to leave.. then when I’m alone... you'll see it's true.. I love you.
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"tears"
You glance at me... but the words just don't come. There's so much to say... but instead we’re saying goodbye. And as you turn to leave... I grasp your hand for the last time. I feel deep inside... that never again will this moment exist in space or time. Love is lost... like the sand that had sat in our closed palms that night. As we let go... the bits drop to the beach and the tide goes out. There's no use... Lovers search for past moments and in vain try to cry them out. As if... the drama could bring us back to where we were. Save your tears precious. As I watch my blood drain... I feel breathless. The cold cement... stretches farther than my words can fill. I Love You. I LOVE YOU.... MY HEART IS YOURS TO REALIZE. And so my life... is drawn in the starlight embers of your eyes
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"no more pain" I wonder.. if the pain you bring is intentional no where to look but up.. even though my life has never been directional.. a scribble in my note book could better describe the feats, my life has moved mountains in it’s agony, it's defeat, I can’t focus.... I feel like my life is hopeless laughing.. even though my heart is broken more and more even though... my heart is spoken for.. why must we break down and give up so far from where we began we look up with dreams and fall down when the whips scold our back Can we forget so easily? where we are is not where we began no one said we'd have a helping hand.. this life is independent soul mates fade through death.. and we lose our closest friends we’re all empty wine bottles thrown off roof tops maintaining our form, until we have no where to drop but to hit the floor.. shattering. gravity of our souls, an unstoppable force that can't listen to us beg it for a second more.. we build pyramids and yet we can’t follow through our aspirations are the stars after the pain and the new flowers grow when the worms who fought their way to see the sky's light die in the rain it’s all circular an exchange of our place as the flower in new bud, to those who are killed in the flood and when we look back we’re all thick headed because of gods gift to us.. emotions and trust.. love and lust.. at the cost of truth we falter..
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“Quintessential Essence” May-27-02 AT 05:27 PM (EST)
slowly I open my eyes to see and tears fill up and blur my vision effects of the solar illumination that you give to me you are a love song the only one I play on repeat you are our song, we dance to the melody of our hearts beat they look for us in every book and film in every CD album and stores with silk DONT RUSH..please don’t rush it’s okay to blush I don’t mind when you hush let’s rewind and touch what’s inside our love it’s more then just lust it doesn’t mean we have to trust it reminisce on the loose clutch that didn’t slip away that doesn’t hurt your palm it’s okay to be scared for today, it’s okay to be calm, unimaginable, that our love is; like grains of sand that hold on without us having to it just feels, natural, to be scared and excited but there’s still a support so much to retort, but what we identify as love is just what we personify true love is okay to doubt, what we doubt is neither you or I, it stands still surpassing the time, we have lived, and have yet to give quintessential and simple the essence is our souls just live human beings, we're constantly changing it’s impossible to stop sharing, unless we choose to stop communicating our love.
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“it’s like that”
we never said it would be easy but I could never have imagined it would be this hard together we've come so far, and now I reminisce on traces of us beneath the stars sitting with my back to a tree, is what I see with my eyes closed smelling scents of dried rose, and vanilla candle light where a moment was froze when the wick was put out, but the moment was still fresh in my left breast my heart's warmth, I gave to you, and now you left with it this life seems so wicked, and cruel, without you.. after searching for years and to finally have found you and I know I’m over-reacting to the situation and in my heart I know this ain’t done but in my heart for love, there's only one and now I’m wrapped in a blanket, waiting for the sun
it’s like that; love is real matter-a-fact; like that; I feel it in me nothing can hold me back; like that; a love that is real, not to die for but to live for you say I gave a lot but I can’t wait to give more
I got pictures of you, looks like you just turned one I got thoughts of you, knowing that your my only one in my dreams it seems, I run towards the light sometimes what’s blocking me I have to fight and then I see your face, and everything is alright this ain’t nothing new I could tell this would happen when I first saw you could tell I wanted to stay true when I first called you why these players playing games? then complain that real love never entering their frame ha ha wait just wait lil’ soldier hate to say I told ya be good to her and do everything that you should wit her and forget about all that other nonsense, and what her love will cost ya, don’t throw a fit ‘cause the consequence of love is not hate and futility, it’s suppleness and beauty, its
like that; love is real matter-a-fact; like that; I feel it in me nothing can hold me back; like that; a love that is real, not to die for but to live for you say I gave a lot but I can’t wait to give more
now listen baby boo it’s true, there a lot of things that love can do for you but listen to me, don’t search for a man don’t look in each single guy to see if they understand just allow yourself to flow with chi energies allow friendships to begin, and some to end don’t cry for all of them, just let them go when it’s real love you will know when it’s real love there WILL still be the point when you think that you want to go but see my friend, that’s when something will hold you back keep you pressed against that mans chest, and your eyes locked, now you on track ‘cause love is deeper then an ocean it begins after all those preconceived notions and lives where our thoughts are not frozen but they stay and leave live and breathe and that’s how it’s s'posed ta be its
like that; love is real matter-a-fact; like that; I feel it in me nothing can hold me back; like that; a love that is real, not to die for but to live for you say I gave a lot but I can’t wait to give more
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“it’s like that pt.2”
love is not for the faint of hearts the pain of art like the struggle getting a mural from a rusty wall like never that gotsa allow yourself to feel what the deal? hard to understand what is real newly born into worlds that exist past space and time transformations skins a peel too complicated love is under-rated and over emphasized love is suppleness and beauty left at the twinkle in an eye and love can pass you by if your not clever enough to talk to it rather then grab, or stalk through it throwing stones at it love is spasmatic, for some, love is automatic for others they can’t have it, ‘cause love is yet to enter their minds they don’t love anyone, but they feel alone, so they stare into each others eyes but all they see is a reflection of themselves in tiny proportions rather then the deepness of souls that can form oceans
it’s like that real love is true matter-a-fact it’s like that shattered contemplations and maps it’s like that transformations leave complications all of which is the price of love's new sensations
I got two eyes open hoping with my palm closing on your silk skin we speak languages with our body much flirtation is present even when we’re angry it’s funny how my eyes can say I love you and my mouth can say I can’t talk to you at the same time maybe that’s why when I’m angry I look down or rather turn around just to hide my unpleasant drown off your aphrodisiac which could awake me if my eyes were just to betray my inner self
it’s like that real love is true matter-a-fact it’s like that shattered contemplations and maps it’s like that transformations leave complications all of which is the price of love's new sensations
third verse unrehearsed burst of tears fears lurk, between your thighs only realized by a shade of blue in your eyes and it hurts, to spend lives together where love is like a war forgetting we’re on the same side ‘cause once we caught in conflicts where both the dark and the light resides, both worlds collide, shattering you and I until we wake up together holding hands holding backs and chests close to our necks peeling off clothing, teeth stripping down each and every strap pulled back, ‘cause we bounce back like that real love is true, matter-a-fact
it’s like that real love is true matter-a-fact it’s like that shattered contemplations and maps it’s like that transformations leave complications all of which is the price of love's new sensations
love you baby.
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“With Child” Aug-12-02, 05:38 PM (EST)
your smile sinks into my skin like a warm good smelling ointment your love make my tears replace my ignorance and then disappear buried in your chest your eyes pierce through armour built into twisted metal and flesh your soul is so hard working and yet it soothes me and puts me to rest I feel like exploding with you into bliss because I feel I would be imploding into the parts of me that I miss locked in my chest my heart burns all I’ve extinguished in my past at last freedom direct out of exodus formed in a single rose which grows in an imagined pose I see you in, with my eyes closed at last, I don’t need to grasp what I cant I just need to understand what it is to be with you each and everyday changing from one symbolic simile imagery of love to the next line I whisper into your earlobe at last, freedom direct out of exodus formed in a single rose which grows in an imagined pose I see you in, with my eyes closed I love you
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“Myst (with child pt.2)” Aug-13-02 AT 11:27 AM (EST) I have not ushered a word of truth towards how we co-exist independence has.... never been so beautiful co-dependence has never been so completely non-condescending and never before have I shed reverence over my inner darkness stand facing the contemplations of what I thought love was wronged and prolonged I stand weaker then before, but you you say I stand strong and maybe it's the myst that got us sweating out pheromones glancing sideways, if this is wrong then the only thing I can say is "crime pays" if I had to wait this long just to hear this song flow out of my mouth and into my ear drums then I can’t even imagine what will come in a couple a years once we've worked through a couple a fears and we’re in the mix sipping on a couple ta near split it back into two, after one love was personified and I feel my insides rise to walk the field by your side butterflies, cocooned from a cold earth creature I haven’t ushered a word of truth on how we co-exist truth hurts, ‘cause it is relative, to where our souls currently sit and my soul's vagrancy has been quelled, calmed, my curtains have been drawn but the darkness does not engulf my bed sheets quiet candle lights speak of your warmth with or without you there I hear you more and more sometimes memories overlap just to form a still picture of your smile and when the myst clears.. I am reborn with child
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“her”
breath is the faint buzzing noise that puts all war to rest, all children to sleep, and all dreams to breath.
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“All I need” posted 08-25-2002 07:47 PM
I feel so alone I feel like I have no home and there is no truths I feel like I’m forgotten and like I’ve forgotten u but what hurts the most is the fact that I let myself remember and without you by my side.. I’m feeling so dismembered so I cry..
complete../emptiness/an ever-concluding ruff draft of my life story/I can’t feel my own skin/ but that’s not what I want../ I want to feel your skin's warmth/covering my bloodied torn grasps on life/torn with blisters and bloodied truths/my hands are scorned.. forlorning the lovers approach/but all I ever needed/was what I finally have/and all I ever wanted/is based on top of that/liquid poured into an empty vase/to bloom my worn flower/pause.../I am moved/to smile/I am moved/to open up/I am moved to break down walls/that might better be left untouched/but/baby.. all I ever needed is what you give to me/and I am moved/to cry rivers that had covered my earth/I am moved../to moisten the deserts of my terrain with tears I’ve held inside/I am moved/you are everything.. please.. just promise you'll never ask why.//
I feel so alone I feel like I have no home and there is no truths I feel like I’m forgotten and like I’ve forgotten u but what hurts the most is the fact that I let myself remember and without you by my side.. I’m feeling so dismembered so I cry..
And crying feels so right when it’s you I see behind my foggy eyes.. but that’s not where we are tonight.
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“a letter.” 08-20-2002 05:03 PM
When you left I felt my breath had been stolen and that I would try to hold on and wait.. blue in the face.. until you returned to our home.. I didn’t want to have to feel anything.. and yet I was dying inside.. I felt like crying most times.. after you left.
It was as if, every protection I had been broken. I was alone. No where to go, no one to talk to but myself.
The only people talking to me.. were women who would.. have me lusting trifley away.. forgetting about the day.. that I began to live.
I apologize.. for not being able to, let myself feel.. for acting completely ignorant subservient to my hormonal instincts..
Then I saw you again.. with a letter I gave to you.. which bled through nothing of what had been going through my mind the whole time.. besides that I was guilty for talking to these other girls..
I felt like you had done this to me in spitefulness, and willingness.
I felt like you brushed me off.. like a knot in your hair.. had grown weary of the knot in our souls.. and the knots that had laced our hands..
I.. didn’t see that you too missed me as much.. until I read your letter that you gave to me when we re-embraced...Faced with... every fear I could have possibly imagined in a relationship.. I did not act like a man.. for I was scared. don’t you know that.. every time I think about your words that you’ve said.. I feel the warmth inside me of days we’ve shared..
And still your.. far away until 6 days from today.. and then it’s time to go to work again.. I have never felt so scared.. and never been so upset.. I really don’t want to lose my first true friend.
so please.. accept this letter.. ungratefully.. as I kneel before you kissing your legs.. I have never loved anyone more then I love you and I hope.. that this type of love will never just end.
yours forever, Aedan.
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“Sunshine”
I reminisce, on our kiss seconds split, the essence, simple bliss and yet amidst the moment, I can’t get my head around all of this overwhelming mess, we done got ourselves into I miss you, girl we've been through more issues then tissues, I love you, even when we struggle, because I trust you,
sometimes more then I trust myself, I trust us together we can tap into untouched spiritual wealth when I lust for you, it's that longing to just touch that deeper connection indescribable not purely physical, sexual, or vice versa my mentality, got me knowing that I’m not meant to hurt ya, because I feel like the only time I’m truly pure to self, is when my tongue is fluently expressing itself, reflecting your warmth, I’m just a mirror, if I’m broken in two, then I apologize to you, cause temporarily I would distort the true message, that I’ve been trying to reach you with, even if I can’t tell you this, I want you to understand, that you are beautiful and perfect, there are going be days, when I wont be able to impress it upon you that every struggle we've had.. I’m glad your the one with me for good, and for bad.. I’d feel truly blessed if I was a dad, know that there’s no other door I’d rather let my children have as an entrance into the world besides to tap into your blood line take a look inside you girl, and envelope the sunlight climb into the sunshine.
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4162, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by WILDOUT, Mon Aug-25-03 02:48 AM
That it, thats the showcase of my work fam'. It's been a wonderful experience writing on these boards..I've done alot of growing up here you know? I hope you all enjoy my shit.. the mirage of self is from the past three years, and the rest of the pieces are a mix of old and new.. its goin take mad time to find your favourites..but now as long as the sites up youll be able to find some WILD' shit..
peace and respect to all of you on your quests of elevation..
((wo)) trilla.army five * general supreme clique archbishop el presidente of black diamond entertainment 2003rd
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4163, RE: August AOTM....WILDOUT!!!!! Posted by Toothpick, Thu Aug-28-03 03:45 AM
congrats man...I only read a few pieces so far, but I'm hooked and I'll be back.
It's kinda cool, actually, that I slept on you before...cuz now I get to read everything and discover your work all at once, in one giant thread....like buying a book from a new author.
peace fam, -Tp
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4164, congrats... Posted by MUSE, Thu Aug-28-03 03:29 AM
you've been blessing the boards for a minute
knew the sun had to shine on you soon! :)
keep blazin the net-ways with your wordplays...
one love, fam
~MUSE
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4165, ( ( ( A P O L O G I E S ) ) ) Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Thu Aug-28-03 10:12 AM
I've been so busy fightin' with folks I haven't really had time to sit and read and marinate in your work and respond! -- *LoL*
I scanned a couple of pCe's with the intent of commin' back and replyin' -- But you have several really long posts -- (along with collabs, etc.) -- So Imma make a concerted effort b~4 8/31 to read over and reply to a few.
The good thing about being in the archives is your work sits there on a marble pedestal for all to view and admire!
That's prolly where I'll do most of my viewing of your work -- UP ON THAT PEDESTAL! -- (In Archives) -- ;^)
But I just wanted to say that based on the amount of work you laid out here -- I'm proud of you -- And impressed with your portfolio of poetic/freestyle artwork!
You are multi~talented -- versatile -- And skilled!
Thank you for sharing your thoughts & treasures with us! -- And Congratulations on making us OKP's proud of U for the month of August!
*Continue 2 Shine* -- ON & OFF THE NET! -- *smiles*
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