It happened on the net.............
 

in the dark, dusty corner, GraphiX layed with an ever perpuatual mind of teaching himself the conception behind all that.....
in his bid to find these teachings, he stumbles across a door, he opens, walks down the stairs and embarks on a mic. ignoring the crowd entertainment he grabs the mic, and in his content he shuts his eyes and spits pure..............




wood elfs, the accurate archer of poetical wealth//
by stealth, illusions seduce minds of the useless//
great mc's drool mucus, acidus, hazardous rapid cuts//
my decibels, will ring ya head worse then the great saturn//
the meteor patterns, showed my name after the ice age status//
my-name-GrafiX, the tv of telepathics, rip mc's like satchets//
exposing em like leaking information packets sent across the internet//
which is known to infect the FBI mainframe on high-spec//
the four trojan horsemen, creating hell on more basic code sources//
eyes shimmer, the ghost of mic-killa, everytime its in my sight//
the spirits enter the mic, calling out my name to rhyme about shite//
a reborn, the reincarnate of god's greatest sergents//
battling agianst wraths of fate from the darkness//
from the pharcyde of darkside, the clouds will become the darkeyes//
and cry electrical matters far far far down//
broadcast transmissions will emit propaganda intermissions//
with all types of logical laser hi-tech systems//
aliens conducts experiments deep within the waters of the amazon//
paralyisis effecting leaves are shoved down the throats of thieves//
them theives who try to kidnap my poetical feats//
metephorical speech, the art of making a man change his beliefs//




...Subject Closed
...Extracting data from server id 244.233.423 port 3450
...Uploading Critics.exe
...1%
...34%
...99%
...System Failure
...Warning Warning Warning
...Hacker detected
...Recieving Whackmc.exe
...34%
...56%
...78%
...100%
...File Recieved
...File Opened

-------------------------Opening------------------------------

im da best, cant beat my test//
lyrical chest, dollar my best//
round and round them 21 inch rims//
iced out tims, with ice out matching outfit//
im fit, train on a two hundred trillion stairmaster//
imma shaolin master and a G-unit Gangsta//
i bust, i bustm shake them things in the club//
club club i got them braids done by tony & guy//
im the guy, the man the G class hennesy//

-----------------------Closing-------------------------------

...System will self-destruct in 5 4 3 2.......................

This was Nice man...I was feelin it....Its one of da best pieces that I've read from u.......Keep spittin

thanks, uppin forc critiscism still ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

upp