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............................................................ ............................................................ ............................................................ ............................................................ ............I start my city with a brick (one brick)Then add another brick (two bricks)Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angelsI ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goesRespect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbowsMy snout turned up from dream factory eyelidsSlingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonelsYeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journalsAnd plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontalModels then swallowed by famished potholesAnd I'm tiredTied up on these functionsKiller cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice leagueAnother knuckle-dragger dungeon breedRun, breathe, sit, bellowWild Aes scream through your style to hear the echoAight then, flinch for the great granddaddy paybackWhen Little Billy bought a TugboatNow he thinks he's Captain AhabFacist takes for the pegleg's birds and eyepatchesLearn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of themWonder why you wept over spilled milkAnd got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettesI'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridianConnecting life with that little species of midiansWe've now officially scraped barrel bottomAesop Rock an Apple to the core but ya'll ignored himI know a planet made of porcelainAnd once I get tired of holding this gavel upYa'll prayer circles met him up born againI ain't too good for tap waterPlay 'Taps' out of orderFor a ballad, corpse a dead man walkinYou can lead a man to a city but that don't assure civilityYou can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg cd's (That's more fun anyway)Some cats Float, some cats don'tI speak in Farenheit and burn off colon lyricDiss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearlessDon't dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheepChorusPlatforms have been erectedEffigies builtSlogans coined, songs have been writtenRumors have been circulatedAutographs fakedThe hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escapeMoving boxes have been worn outMantlepieces dustedIdols idolized, the sands have been shiftedCurtains have been closedSleepers all wakedThe hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escapeNow with my trusty paperclipI picked locks of thoughts vaultFinding the God in barrenThe harvest fruitlessOnly the Tree of Life flourishingWanting to take a bite but I'm toothlessIs that, predestination or is it by design?That I'm trapped in time sandShow radio mission control but for my rhymesMan cuz I can like aluminumAnd I recycle my consciousnessThis is just a noteFor any action or lack thereof as a consequenceWingless angelsStroll a top shapeless cottonballsWith halos in your syringeCelestial ground is found brokenExposing a bottomless depthWhere heartless spines awake to devourThe small piece of your soul that's leftYou're immersed in sound floatingAimless destinationDrop anchor to gain stabilityStare out potions, restrain fertilityPedestal talk is a tokenSoaked in pockets with lives, topics, lack conceptual, ridiculeThe night breathes but light's chokingDarkness occupies the throneWhere poems are persecutedThe purity at times dillutedRhymes are executedFor genre I'm told when has-beens attemptTo cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in coldLife's an oragmi box and I'm hidden within the foldSo when the yarn unravels, I won't be caught by surpriseAnd as society's fabric of orthodoxes dismantleI'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguiseSee when the canvas stands before meI'm compelled to spill a visionFor the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crownsIt seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn downBut from the pregance of my hardship was born styleStill my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thoughtFinding me lost among statues and mainstream idolsBrowning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vitalIf your father and his father were fish out of waterYou must break the cycleHow many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die?When it's smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the skySo when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs With a million wattsAnd throws the switch, sparks filamentHurting new giants and flocksI stand my own two aura illuminated in redShowcasing the agony held within this welded spiritSacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic cultureYearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear itChorus..... PUT YOUR ABOUT ME SECTION HERE! Changes may take up to 2 mins to show on your profile

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If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand picturesIf a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter Pressure increase unleash the catacomb splitters And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw When you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfalls If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex But that's like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex Or why the young planet's seeds won't blossom into a garden Parallel to your search for stardom where you leave breadcrumbs and jargon That you can't even feel. So how's that for surface tension? Every step shows you're a worthless henchman itching to meet your maker I'd rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paper Voice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor If seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades Then a thoroughbred's accuracy isn't the focal point of perfection Therefore you trudge through waist-high sludge and caramelized paints where Prints left, taint every breath Inhale - golden oxygen, then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil surface Take a small step for man and ascend a stairway to heaven on pegs To take a giant leap for mankind to stand and keep your legs What a dilemma to hold hands with Sanity's a steep cliff of gift And it seems because of your fork-tongued dreams your hands slipped Rip your canteen of get-rich schemes and set sail on the seven seas Hooker left that envy to drown in greed Before you swallow your pride and wash it down with a glass of formaldehyde I'll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas died I've tried to rush the wormhole to deliver a eulogy But the other eight planets follow me to stage a silent mutiny No more - dodging shooting stars No more - lashing of asteroid belts No more - avoiding supernovas and fear of android wealth If science and religion is the building block for a laughing stock Then the foundation should crumble at the epicenter of the aftershock The bow breaks at the vinyl spots The cradle of all this crime rate drops I've timed hate crops harvest to see if records of frisbees flop hardest Well that would depend on the trajectory And the way the projector projected me I was a hologram waiting for wind to inherit merit discrepancy Is it time for lift off? I think go-go gadget propellers are prepared Is it time for lift off? The rocket fuel was at peak in mid-week I think it's time for lift off The structural integrity seems to be holding But three astronauts were found in a cockpit falling asleep So will these thousand whispers ever hold a cleft note to sing? Or will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king's sting? Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume I'll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three moves I know everything is everything and nothing's still something else So I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elves My neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoff As a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something soft Your windows - they look clear but my pane's a stained glass To dampen the impression of expression anything has Do the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has? Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to changes masks? I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass You strain cash Well I take the root of evil, make tea Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste it There's the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands The steam scolding my hand The mug shattered and I wasted it Now if a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses3x If a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures If a scream is worth a thousand dreams I dreamed a thousand whispersI'll scream a thousand whispers ..

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its sad story one to be told in amber thesian times once i had the world too my self now the world has me by a string puppet pulling and pushing no balnce we all have choices ones we dont under...
Posted by nathanSCUMBAG!!!!!!!! on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 01:45:00 PST

Primitive We Proclaim

Primitive We Proclaim Alerted to casket walls Saccading this fashionable establishment Accused of rigomortis for eternity Its primitive, But its no disco hall VILLAINS ! Most, would say ...
Posted by nathanSCUMBAG!!!!!!!! on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 06:20:00 PST