"survival kit" Wed Mar-21-07 04:37 PM by Lincoln Hawk
its like sosa AZ close ta making the format a door slap away from reachin the cores wrath ready to bubble over hard to be sain and to vain to be sober my closure unpainted still in its middle stages the visual in scattered pages so critical i sound contaigous yall been biting the steez since liquor pure and teethin Jeez its front page bold letter forever the virus ya highness lights out bury them eyelids i poster child like Kemp in his prime stetsasonic supersonic seattle the dime gave Payton his moniker "the glove" now digest then took it all back when J Dubb ripped his lig-a-ments ima fig-a-ment figure of disfigurement now picture phlegm acidic and slicker gem i trigger pen ink and sink into the ocean you bitter then leap and seap into ya own sins i own pins decorated soldiers and Grown men you flow then keep it to yaself like convulsions the frozen moment exposin the chosin one i prose to pun ponder the thought...ya might ulcer son like needles puncture skin packed with heroin to breathe fresh air again i wasnt prepared to win i lost wind mometum prevented my progress you walk swim contendin contention for gods bless its a hot mess we live on a rocks stress beating at you daily the rhythm is nonsense ya hearts chest pulls strings that dont exist you start to press skull seems to fold intense pressure knoggin pounds exterior shows the pain agresser is often crowned superior novicaine ya go numb from head to toe...except ya flow the body of a verse is where the tension grows so keep ya pension close M O P ante up its an ad-venture toast to ya seeds and goodluck ya survival kit to this lightning quick thunder strike ya wig leave ya enticed to spit
"dude, the only thing i fear is your hair cut.. what is that a mop glued to your head? come on man... style up."-Bartek
all across ya forhead and cheek bones...i break facials and reconstruct beauty to ugly...im an artist mang...Lincoln Picasso Van Gogh