ALLEN JOSEPH

my name is AJ, yes its ALLEN JOSEPH fer all those who dont know me...i am an 0h-sixer, and i am currently accepted into FIDM, but not yet attending school, due to technical class difficulties. i guess im an artist, ive been drawing since i was 3, and since high school, ive been planning on becoming a graphic designer. my second passion is cars. sports cars, muscle cars, VERY few rice rockets, and even shifter cars. i think im a decent person to be around, im always down to do wutev, kick back, chillax, party, drive, listen to my music, eat, i love eating, own fools in Beirut (modernly unknown as beer pong) shit like that...i am pretty damn athiletic, i love to exercise or do anything active...but like every normal human being on god's green earth, i like have my lazy moments haha. i also have a passion for almost every extreme sport. i skateboard, snowboard, surf, skim, wake, dirtbike, BMX and anything else that has to do with boarding or biking (except for blade, cuz thats weak sauce). well if u are a person at all like me, hit me up. .. bboymahem88[Slug] Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines out I ripped it, squeezed the brain: it made some liquid drained it in a cup and then I sipped it Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot upon the roof: shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot take aim, here I came, I'm the same Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your window pane stained the mind: a deep shade of residue voices within the head make choices multiple multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz and Atmosphere the scuds, cuz here come the judge blasted; so pass the kid a mic so we can paint this image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language it's the noun meltdown from the outer-shell now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hell-bound and come on down here, this mind path, I'm half- mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft comin to capture, your after-laughter while I'm hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture cuz the cramps in my stomach, dismantle when I tamper with your amplifier, damn you die...Why try? The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle: One moment puffs of cumulous clouds get across it and next a billowing thunderhead perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon probing the structure of the sky... Why try?Cause I can read an emcee from front to back from the cover to the classified - I've pacified my mind with my rhyme skills - I climb hills and leap, foolish twitch with a single bound sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound this ax-handle triple-inch-spike protruding from the tip of my mic distributing fuckin headshots shots to your head, now you're knee-deep, you need sleep as you trudge thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit we swarm with the bees and diseases and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids I've swarmed with the bees and diseases and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never fuck with these kids[Spawn] Yea muthafucka! you know who you fuckin with you know what kind of ass whooping comes with this your whole crew could get some of this, your wack ass fuck kids is what the subject is roughnecks live, for only a second then they give oblivion's, what you've stepped in your reps t, should have been lookin I'm sick of you bitch-ass crews when: you tried take what's not your but 'cha couldn't take mine, your fake rhymes - spit them you shouldn't what will it be now? another victory yo who will it be now? it's Spawn that emcee complete, a true champ - stamp that on my essence amped shootin presence, fattenin each fuckin sentence when its time, then it's time to go that's what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow but who's got my back though? [Slug] Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug[Spawn] so you best be on your way before there's trouble...

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