Back at the top …spit at ‘em calm versed
Kill ‘em with the flow ..crypt walking in converse
Huh…The King cometh … I’m back …poets disperse
Like roaches when the lights come on …
The Don
of Excitement back in the writing
my black and whites
contrast vivid’s in colorful picture
so these… Bruce lee’s
leave ‘em livid when I kick it
from the dark side visits
Vader the creator
Of haters and naysayers when I scribble
Even the paper refuses to fuse with my musings
My pen is abusive …
My notebooks all bruised …and
Blank cd’s have yet to release …
The intimacies and prophecies ..of MC brand Z
On ya family
Author of the year …novel
12 tracks of gore
then enlighten … when I …build and destroy …
in the 8th month 8th day ….God bless ‘em a boy
the King is back…ya’ll can look for the doors

*No Doubt*


And Merry Christmas to U 2 -- :P

Nice to see ya back in action

Whenever you wanna try and take the "crown" back, come holla at me kid


ha, dope post by the way

Yea,look to the north,
the chain they rock back n fourth,
blacked out,
sparkles of a conflict diamond,
feds shout,
but they roll in 6's,
sex and bloodshed is their mix,
and their pick is big behinds,
grey skies,
and dirty minds,
The North star,of course they are,
realise when you see them,
they roll in the north,
of L.D...



Mad verse zin,welcum bak.

Salute my niG!!
LOvin the pauses and punches! real rap,all skill, no murder, tru content and talent, heavy drop mydude, line for line..

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habiter avec passion

Nicely done. Your rhyme scheme varies while still carrying the message of the song. Great job!

The grid of positioned proportioned possibility
is spread out across the infinity
living with me
miles away
the north star
the distant guide through wild lands
spanned traveller's landscapes miles apart
never seens and never scenes of never beens with weatherred teens who cross to sought to find the truth and stop asking
the life of limosines with tuxedo goons and broken bottles of homicidal tunes faded in tombstone grey's with no silver spoons and our own shine to work for if we want in
still.

good to see you here

((wo))

i'm nice with the bang ....