A Complex Rhyme
 

aight this rhyme has a crazy rhyme scheme, and its complex...try to stick with it...aight check it...


i spit a'abayah rap, messiahs capped for lying/
strap an iron mask, this disaster to tie you in the past, casted/
classifications of rappers, left us in the dark/
the zealous embarked on dogs, sellin pyramids/
i part me and myself, despite odd scenes/
high off trees, defy our reach, thats why i teach the mind/
inisde is seeping holes, gaping, preachers hold papers/
known for reach, controlling nations (we dont know better)/
poverty's strickened numbered citizens like lottey tickets/
from robberies picketed, scenerys red like eyes protesting/
like weed heads for mines, briefly fed visions of prime tell lied prisms/
colors and bars, switch stones majestic pitch tones/
big brother in life have given, bred tribalism/
livin dead, mics jack sons, thriller in time, fight back and kill us/
a find that in your proposals, disposal of bones of the over circulate beauracracy/
i spew Iraqi in each breath, although in times of peace/
i do walk these streets with an akward lean to death/
caught in scenes, into symbols and emblems of biblical historics/
all it is is a metaphoric, we fought it, lets move foward and get it over with/
trapped in a forest, and wrote a song to it/
the world is a monoploy, we belong to it/
this Islam fluid, flesh my palm 81, calm knew it/
added it thaminta'ash*, its written, drafted and crafted/
we live in the after life, half of Christ , the Narcicyst type/
proporganda is like my heart was detected, times are anxious/
thoughts are lost in sanctions, of course the loss of all life is precious/
hold tight, bleeding red like monoplies, the hinds to catch a fee/
heads properly, own your marrow/
used to be royal like Arabs in harems, running alone in this body/
like golden parrots, potty training/
unlearn your shit, this Iraqi's reigning/
burn your whips, slave trader leave your urns in ships/
have you ever met yourself half way, and conversed with each other/
like scitzophrenics with a purpose above us/
these last days, its the hurt that have strung us/
unchained melodies, and worship run games like Parker brothers/
numbed frames dont start with others....

tight spit fam,you always on point...haha no doubt you always get slept on to,why i dont know...but it shouldnt be,cats reach enlightenment quiker then a buddhist with this shit nahmean....i liked the iraqi breath thing ,leaning to death and shit ,shit was tight...sall good cat,youll get yours when its due,jsu tkeep droppin shit,not even corpses sleep forever...
bismillah

The end was a nice little punch. Over all the whole thing was good you were right about having to follow it.. I lost the beat a couple times.. lol.. but nice peice. OoNnEe always elevating!!

tight drop , i was feelin dis

ill drop mink..lost me a few times too hah but it wuz on point na'mean.had the vocab n evrythang so keep it up.Stay ^
-Avi

thanks people...if you herad the audio i got of that rhyme you'd see everythin came out beautifully....anyways good looking out...wahid

that was sick, keep droppin shit like that man, ill shit

thanks dunny...pm me and i can let youlisten to the audio version...good looking out...wahid

uppin^^

fuck...why do people always sleep on my shit...lol whatever

uppin

^^uppin the fuck up...lol

ok i guess when people see a title with the word "COMPLEX" in it they just say ahhh fuck reading this...i dont know why...oh well whatever...uppin^^

uppin^^

ILL