if i should face you warmonger,
i would stab your heart with my pen,
and transfuse your blood with my ink well,
this terrible ink,
would be the muse of my love letter to peace,
and in this way,
i should kill the devil that lives in you.

peace. now more than ever.

let's play ping pong ■

ya know, politik the who verse who, pullin threads droppin bombs id be safer in igloos/overnight cruise lettin them shits parade, plenty of rain to fall down got youngins hysteric in rage/the scary thing is its all over money, oil backdrops show ya humans aint worth what they lungs breathe/ima back pack this out, hike thru the streets screamin "they releasin the hounds"!!!!/pound for pound the ground work was built, dont ask me about war, i dont wanna be connected with filth/duck and cover shove ya tactics being acted out on a daily, you better run for shelter before the storm gets pregnant with Bush's babies/cats sayin save me!!! save me!!!! ayo fuck all that, im sayin lazy!!! lazy!!! which is why they bombin Iraq/yall aint trying to politik the format, thinkin you got some balls, cats just dont have the intellect to keep them emotions on calm/and fuck americas song, cause i got my own, ima tell ya i'll die for myself before i step in this war zone/peace!!!

fuck a sig!!!


why MiracleRic thinks me and him clic aight, here's the reason, u real with yours, i am once i bring my guard down, we both stupid as hell, we both got our talents, want a lot of the same things, like a lot of the same things, we both

my blood is shed across the seas,
freely misery is bled-
it aint milk, it aint oil-it still flows red,
and the honey's gone sour-the land is breathin its final hour-
so i compose this score in the honour of those who will walk no-more.
tonight, how many of my brothers will i lose?
i shed a tear for the fools, in suits who are frontin'-
how they gonna try it when they're in front of Him?

peace, x

"..the pen is mightier than the sword, cos the pen gives the word sendin swords to war.." dilated peoples

"Violence is self perpetuating. If you suceed through violence at the expense of others' rights and welfare, you have not solved the problem, but only created seeds for another." Dalai Lama

torn between two worlds... or better yet two desires/
the pride to remain alive or confide to drop fire /
from the heavens mushroom clouds rising bread levened/
oil fields whose yields prosper catastropic one eight sevens/
one on one like elevens til the greed stipulates/
plates get filled with octane while the refugee migrates/
is this terrorism cubed tranced in front of boob tubes/
glued a nation of elmers mooing whose beefs boiled blue/
no matter eye gots no say in the grander scheme of things/
til eye get drafted and staffed here at home in the real middle of things....
((((((((.dioneye.))))))))
...meye style relieve...call me dioneye the eucalypt...

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War drums are beating.
No one is dancing.
The hands that orchestrate
these rhythms, they beat
too fast to understand.
Death is the common
denominator of war.
Who will solve that equation
when the fraction becomes
undone by itself?
A stealth-strike, no one can run.
Blood will drench the air
and cause suffocation.
A small-esteemed dictator
needs his eyes glued open to see
the lives killed by his vision.
In death no one sees.
In hate memories have no future.
Time is running,
spilt seconds from the glass
of time is emptying its contents.
Tomorrow has no name
when the sun mourns
night’s actions. A tear
falls now, as thoughts
of a child dies. When
the show ends,
applause will be vacant
from the lack of life, left.

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anti destruction is my only assumption
for the answer for this mental cancer
war a door to entrap the free lacking law
while the world ignore

peace

up

let's play ping pong ■

i posted this on another war board, but it fits here too.

i look into the serpents eyes
as he speaks wit venomous tongue
an see no fear
for he will crawl under the earth
with mate and dog
and intoxicated offspring’s

playing 5 stud poker
sip’n warm brandy
lying in wait, to be king
of the world



"I'm not a poet or a prose, but a woman that lived life 9 times and knows"-BlacPearl

"I saw in the distance, a place where I didn’t hurt; but I couldn’t tell whether I was looking ahead or behind"-Unknown

"I'm not a poet or a prose, but a woman that lived life 9 times and knows"-BlacPearl

"I saw in the distance, a place where I didn’t hurt; but I couldn’t tell whether I was looking ahead or behind"-Unknown

Somebody pinch me quick/I can't believe we in this ish/Eff Dubya/and I ain't apologizin/like that trick from the Dixie Chicks/Hipocratic democratic demographic/Always wan't some static/to get freedom/nobody else can have it/take it and grab it/kill the poor outta habit/my daughter sits in my lap as I hold this pen/And I'll be damned if she's a victim/when this stuff hits home again/Presidential inarticulate ridiculous/turnin down the invite for debate/Cuz even he don't believe the statements he makes/and in the wake of 9/11/Why can't we become brethren/Children of God/no matter what you think his name is/or which way you facin when you prayin/Man I'm just sayin/we need to end this ish fast/Question/Would Bush be pushin for war/if he had to pay for gas.......

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AXE about me!!!!!

... ~F~I~R~E~ by all up above. Let me add a lil something keystyle...

Fear and stupidity is running my country/
"Iraq has nukes, but its just a hunch see.."/
Please… This war will leave all involved bloody/
Hitler, I mean Bush, thinks this war lovely/
But count me outta this one, you can keep your guns and Powel/
Both teams gonna lose until one grows balls and throws in the towel/
Give howl, a bark, because you aint treatin us like humans/
Cuz people respect each other and dont wanna have another Truman /
Drop a bomb, instead of Hiroshima, now its Baghdad/
For every one whos into this war I’ll tell you now its just a fag fad/
Did I make you belligerent hotheads mad?.. Too bad…/
Why do millions gotta die just cuz daddy couldnt finish it first/
Why is it blood you thirst?… So tell me what’s worst?/
This war or your speeches, heres a word you should learn… REHEARSE!/
Its a curse… Hopefully he was only here to teach the people a lesson/
Stop messing with presidents who’s best talent is guessin/
Obviously he’s slow, cant deliver a message he just aint getting/
So know the question I ask is: Where’s William Clinton?…

If life is prison, Music is the yard time - Blackalicious

Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
-NaS

Stay tru to yourself and Truth will be with ya

DelinquencY

"Why do millions gotta die just cuz daddy couldnt finish it first"

well daddy didn't finish it because he was tricked by a liar, and millions aren't gonna die you're blowing this out of proportions

Fources of Elements - 4OE
Fire element--NewsiC
Thunder element--Lucky 187
Water element--Jeff Poyzner
Wind element--Fresh MC

"Choose poorly and die slowly, number one lesson" - NewsiC_NoyC
"Lyrical equivalent of acrobatics off Manhattan sky scrape

... Excuse me... Hey Jeff go find out the body count for the Gulf War and then come talk to me OK?

If life is prison, Music is the yard time - Blackalicious

Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
-NaS

Stay tru to yourself and Truth will be with ya

DelinquencY

It's already ON!
By the crack of dawn
"Selective Strike Steeze" will kick King to Pawn
Checkmating -- While implicating -- A perilous jawn
Ain't shit we can do now but pray and stay strong
Just hoping -- While scopin' -- That this war won't last long

*Damn*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

underneath this shit is energy/a battle to get yours so you won't be free/bush don't give a fuck what you're afraid of/just so long as your too afraid to see/that his ilk has controlled every government and every country/his Pop ran the CIA before veepin' under Reagan/they created all the governements that now they be hatin/he was defacto prez for 8 years unelected/Reagan was senile and his office was neglected/bush couldn't care less about democracy/that's the utmost hypocrisy/lost the fuckin' election and now we got oligarchy/remember Malcom, Martin, Bobby and JFK/the last one was murdered in Texas/where all dem Bushes stay/funny how it went/after Kennedy got gunned down/got twenty years of oil cats/but you didn't hear a sound/outa the congress or the senate they was wearing dem NASCAR suits/reppin big biz and connin' for the loot/if you payin' attention this shit is a cartoon/and if you ain't you will be soon/this nation ain't been a democracy for a very long time/it's been run on skull and bones society's white supremacy and crime/500 plus congress cats up on the hill/just one got a kid who be footin' Dubya's bill/I ain't got no patience for no Bush sympathizers/I'm here inside hip-hop cuz here we be wiser/we need to stay solid and not waffle or waver/cuz it's up to ourselves to be our own fuckin' saviors/hold on to the truth not TV lies that be shoddy/if you don't know what's goin on look up the fuckin' word ILLUMINATI!








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"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
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DOPE!!

peace.

let's play ping pong ■

15mil per missile yet i can't pay for lunch...America beauty

I wrote this as i watched war on my TV...instead of doing my paper, i watched war on my TV...it might make no sense...

The Real World, Bagdad,
broadcast Outkasts' MP3 full volume and surround sound target my ears and stomach, cuz i thought i knew but i had no idea this is ground control to remote controls pump up the volume, i cant hear the bombs over bagdad!
Basslines blur out front lines and this war had been brought to you by the Helena Rubenstein foundation, paid for by Kraft cheese and Our beans.
This is must see TV
this is real
this is survivor but better
and this is the part where Kramer walks in on Iraq and blows it up
this is the part where Chandler dies and this is the part where
Monica cries but Everybody Loves Hussein
this is war and what is it good for
absolutely notheeng...
State of emergency!
static filled my screen...

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Where's Osama?...inquiring minds wanna kno

________________
"In order to understand, it is immensely important for the person who understands to be located outside the object of his or her creative understanding-in time, in space, in culture. For one cannot even really see one's own exterior and

LMAO, that last joint had me shittin myself, that is something i would 'right', Im gonna have to add my 2 cents to this cypher here but not yet...

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

boldly, they go
to defend a rich man's ego
young warriors with muted voices
hung, tied by shady choices
deep-fried in desert sands
despised by foreign lands
chastized by their own kind
baptized in blood that blinds
who spies the tears they shed?
true lies survive their dead

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

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http://wishbonec.wordpress.com/

originaly...
we battle on internet boards
street corners
and high-school halls...
verbal battles that left pock marks on our opponet's lyrical egos...

originaly,
we looked at the sky as
rosey fingered dawn awoke and embraced the world,
and could not phathom the dropping of
scud missles
and the massacistic fireworks of anti-aircraft fire

orignialy,
we slept soundly in our beds,
and the only alarm we hear is the burglar alarm,
set off by an unsuspecting swimmer,
heading out to morning practice

but instead,
babies are awakened by air raid sirens
crying
wailing
tears falling
as a whole nation ducks
and
covers
and 300,000 men (and women) mimic their nation's boarders,
becoming a human, writhing barrier
that divides safety and certain death....

and all for what?
hurt pride
oil fields
and a political quest that can never be achieved....


::pace::

~*~*~*~*~*~*~newolf~*~*~*~*~*~*~

the light: so, you're having a pre-pre-midlfe crisis?
wolfie: yes.
the light: well, that's wonderful!


icantspell

As if 9/11 wasnt enough,
Now i have to explain to my daughter
about war
Without harming her sweet dreams
Thank you, Mr President.

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Gotta Hotter Ink Blotter
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i watch my son play
i watch my innocence fade away
i watch the news feeling misused
i watch for what has been written for more clues
everyday is a ruined day
and i feel the need to get away
but to where can i fade?
my daily thoughts
where is my resting place?
and when i'm gone
what will be the song
that my son will play?

peace

pick up a newspaper it's evident, things ain't gonna change,
nuclear age in the middle of our American dream /
nightmares overseas, say we can search and then seige,
a plague of the century, man made killing machines /
spreading death and disease, mother earth at her knees,
another serpent lurking searching for someone to squeeze /
and the reprocussions of these actions, result in reactions,
sick as a madman stuck in a padded cell /
who would just laugh at jail if he knew what I'm going through,
a metaphor of my life, what the fuck am I supposed to do /
can't you tell they trying to break in this temple
and desecrate all of our hopes, pollute the air in our ventilation /
set aside a hoax and a couple conspiricies,
hidden behind a cloak disguising their true identities /
man, I never took it as a law of tradition,
a freedom I observe up until the law is amended /
or broken and written over to suit some suit in control
of our lives, but I'm a fight it till I decide that it's over /
and If my only hope to free my shattered soul is in death,
then I'm a fight till I'm the last one left...

hey Mr. Republican, why am I suffering?
seems like my biggest emeny has been the governement
why come a country wanna see it's people suffering
pain and punishment ain't no justice I've had enough of it...
Mr. Republican, why am I suffering?
seems like my biggest enemy has been the governement
why come a country wanna see it's people suffering
stress kills, just roll it on up and then take a puff of it...

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A child dies in its mother's arms
Instead of being left to feed the earth, to fulfill the natural cycle,
The corpses are incinerated, disintegrated.
'Blown to smithereens' by a bomb, gun, plane crash, building collapse…..
Through the cries of the people, the country dies.

It has always been assumed that you must fight fire with fire.
Does this really make sense?
Problems with people; or with society.
We must fight fire with fire?
Fight one terrible thing with another of the same?
This explains the wars, the deaths.
One country will create a bomb and blast another out of existence in the name of justice
A different country will make a fiercer, more powerful weapon in the name of freedom
And on goes the unnatural cycle.

Fighting fire with fire.
Does this really accomplish anything useful?
Death for Death,
Life for Life
Violence against violence.
Have we not been taught,
Do we not know the true solution…..
For fire can not fight fire.…
It only emblazons the futility
Yet that that which the flame does not consume
Consumes the flame…..
-KnowOne
© William Crabbe 2002

_________________________________________
"Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

wanna keep the peace?
better drop some water bombs
Cuz fire vs. fire is like a bike with a car alarm
Don't make sense, but you hope it'll make dollars
Yall ain't blue cuz you don't have blood on your white-collars
BUt I got blood on my hands from lending it to my man
Why don't you carry his coffin? then you can start making demands
You think you're Hulk Hogan and Saddam is the Iron Sheik
Talking bout "48 hours little brother 'till Bushamania runs wild on you"-type speak
Shit I couldn't move next door in 48 hours
Demands you know that can't be met so you can abuse your power
Well, it's gonna be sour when you get our dream devoured
I think I'll move to Brazil before USA gets showered
with shells and mass destruction, think you can play in the Lion's mouth?
He's gonna bit down and you'll be found without a house
or a home or a car or SUV or or TV or Kraft Macaroni and Nicotine or any of that shit
You'll be lucky to have a body in one peice
one
peice

yep

because without him, who are you
because without pain, what is love
without scars, what is blood
without the down under, what's above
we need to reach the understanding that fear is knowledge,
peace is a uncertain logic
and the world today is possiblely as good as it gets
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TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE.... ifeel this soooooooo much...cyber dap to ya bro...ima print this...OOOOOOOOH I LOVE THI
-Otto

P.S. this is awesome!

Im feelin the short but sweet, we need hella more love between all people right now. This war shit is buggin me out. Beautiful thoughts.

PEACE

marx said:
death is the ultimate revenge over man
who has power over us, the alienated man
nothings changed
nor am i exempt from such rage
democracy is staged for the sake of this new age of monopoly
buildings will be toppling, with fully planned awareness
this war, and warmongers...there the cost of our bliss

WILDOUT

George Bush, do you pray to my God
Yahweh Jehovah Jireh
Yahshua son of Jah
You’re a cloned dictator
Trigger happy with greed
Posing your prayer on the cover
Of Time magazine
To you’re entire ruling class
Torment and cry
Cause of the misery that is coming
When all your wealth has died
Your paper stack is bloody
Stock prices plummeting
Your clothes are eaton
By moths, you’re weepin
Cause you sold your soul for money
Which will testify against your soul
And eat your flesh like fire
Your reaping what you sow, ou know,
the employees that you fired
Who filed for you, defiled them too
And field laborers cry out against you
They’re cry’s are loud with pain in full
They’re heard in Zion, by God our Lord
Ya’ll live in pleasure, upon the earth
Profiting off, innocent murdered
Who never caused you any hurt
But you taxed they’re land
And oppressed them first
Would Jesus Christ really bomb Iraq?
Would Yahshua jump the gun like that?
Every rich man better watch his back
Cause his mentality truned coke to crack

i'd add a line or two...
but i'm spent
from trying to keep it together
from being glued to the t.v.
going to work
to school
like nothing is going on
just another high-action war movie.
i want to cry and scream,
beat the shit out of journalists and politicians
politrickin lives, destroying lives.
i can't fucking write,
i can't think,
sleep, dream, plan my summer trip to cali, i can't fucking believe in anything!
i can't make it stop
all i can do is protest, protest,
spit and curse at my t.v.

Can't let this cypher fall off!


^Up^

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

Eff number 1, I'm 11 + 66
I never thought I'd feel sorry for the Dixie Chicks
Them broads takin' it in the backpipe filthy
Cause one of 'em spoke her mind on stage, y'all asswipes kill me
Natalie Maines only said she was ashamed of the president
All of sudden that chick is a traitorous resident?
She ain't had to apologize, he been a piece of shit
And if you don't share my opinion you can eat the dick
Twinkie and suck the cream out the center
Wastin' your time dissin' France, and we ain't even better
Pissin' the world off, all Bush does is show his teeth
With a shiteatin' grin, fuck him and Toby Keith
and his bitch ass song about "Do you remember"
Fuckneck, this ain't got shit to do with September
In New York almost two years ago
If you had a quarter of a brain between your ears you'd know
But you jackasses don't, that's just to be expected
From a bunch of ignorant rednecks, I shouldn't even stress it
But dammit, someone speaks a peep of dissention
And they're the first motherfucker you wanna keep in detention
I think the goverment's fuckin' up, you're gonna hate me for that?
How can you call yourself patriotic, then support the PATRIOT Act?
This past weekend, some motherfucker couldn't stay off my back
Because I didn't jump in dissin' France and Jacques Chirac
Tryin' to diss by callin' me a liberal
Criticizing the way I vote when he ain't even registered? Hypocritical
The way it looks now, our president's a criminal
Doesn't even listen to his people and you give him unequivocal
Support, talkin' about all I say is "no war for oil"?
Fuck oil, "No war for no good reason", you whores are spoiled
And arrogant as fuck, thinkin' people are gonna see this
and not take it as an offense? Get off your knees, bitch
And take your face out of the President's buttcrack
and your both your fuggin' hands off of the FOX News nutsack
Yeah, Saddam's a devil, yadda yadda 12 years of violation
blah blah blah get the guns, invade and annhilate him
I ain't arguing that, but just because they all speak Arabic
don't draw the line to Al-Qaida, they think he's a heretic
To Osama, doing this'll only play into his hands
You know what? Fuck what you think, I'll say where I stand
Fuck you, and fuck Bush, I'm never supportin' the goof
The only ones deserving my support are the troops
Bush and the troops are not one and the same, idiots
If you think that way, that's shitty and I pity ya
I know what can happen, my pops was in Nam
He was one of the lucky ones, he only got shot in the arm
And came home with a Purple Heart, but lots of the squads
Never came home, and that's what'll happen droppin' bombs on Saddam
The government fucks up, the troops fight to the death
While the commander-in-chief lies to collect
When this is over, how many lives'll be left?
Fuck politics, this is right versus wrong, not right versus left

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STOP SNITCHIN'!

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