looking back now,i see nothingness,puffin fresh onion breathe,,warned me bout the three steps,could of said nothing less//
then "im impressed",but he didnt,and the hurt i felt made me the victim,it would of never worked out//
i thought i was the one that had to diss him?my wisdom hit me with a bitch slap,neck snap back//
to the real world in wich im fixed at,pig trap,sharp knives demonic design,i couldnt understand the message//
withheld in the overflowing bottle of wine,maybe it was the essence,of acceptance,that brought me closer//
to my inevitable repentance,descendant,mocked me acordingly,for have lead the life in wich i choose to lead//
its not their fault,they had to squash this revolt,they saw the demagogue...and just crushed me with glares//
to this day stay dusty,pictures decompose musty stench in my home,my abode,my fashionable emplode//
demote...remote telegrapgh carpet bomber mechanism detective,have to find who stole that button and keycode//
from my cookie jar,inhale more tar,just to stop the shaking,but i know in the back of my mind,the nicotenes creating the cravings//
im having patient,standing in a hallway of memories,that i never lived,bring a pain to me,forgotten and forlon//
the useless relative target for outbursts and scorn,directed at others,but i big antlers,with reluctance i accept,i was game since i was born//
side step to the right and back twice to the left,would you end up in the same place?or face the other step//
laced with land mines, the devil looking up smiles shaking minds with god up above,for creating such perfect design//(flawless)
left right left,left right left,left right left,left right left...ima march your punk bitches from here to timbuk too and back//
and when im done with you there aint gon be nothin left,that i promise,open honestly was acceptable,you dont like me//
oh thats supposed to be an insult?you wanna fight me?is that a threat?oh you wanna be just like me?no you dont,i advise you take two steps left...
multicoloured chaos gnome...hording crayons in a shoebox,just to prove a point,that he could brighten everyones day,when we put away our reeboks//
trolley collection captin,scratching his head like what happened,fallin to the pavement with shank in back stabbing//
hank in back jacking the bunker,sank in fact standing upright,my cynicism alone tore the world to sunders,my cause...calculated blunder//
i sometimes wonder,at the way cats live they shit day to day,thinkng they have a purpose,when the reality is//
their just to damn ignorant to notice,that if i stole the moon tomorrow,nothing would happen today..lets just say//
if i stole the sun,the cause would be immediate,confusion would be the intermidiate,tyranny of a global kind...but the effect would be something to reason with//
im circling the doctrine in my samzidat,to confide in my brethren of elven children seldom seem or heard//
outside their own neck of the woods,in their corner of the dark world,missunderstood outcasts like myself//
get along spendidly,just so happens,there aint alot of them that are emcees,so i remain solo for the time being//
and if it came to the time i might become a companion,id still think back to those lonely days on the spanish galleons//
thinking up ,eating,drinking,sleeping fucking amalgams,just to get the right sound out on this damn album,possible//
that i couldve worked just a little to hard and lost my self to the form of broken heart mountains(ons)//
but vein people wouldnt be able to relate anyway,so i guess my secrets safe...


ima ground force dammit,im that career soldier for my long overdue cause of backpedal retort//
i use no weapons,offensive is launched in sentence,directed a the contence of cats intentions//
circle the epitaphs of those greater then yourselves in a feeble attempt to elevate your own status//
from below average to average...ashe to ashes...dust to dust...take two steps left please,your destruction is a must...
hush little slut,your form i make a bust,i thought you knew this before now...detonate in the foreground//
gimme a pound...uh...Hahahaha....


obsidian blades,ebony hilts,darkness in motion,death is the protagonist,monopoly managers,sizing up your muzzle for sun lotion//
floating on my back in this deep shallow,antonym of an ocean,spittin water in the air,charging my sideways perpetual glare,for another day//
of crayon colouring-in competions and outlining bodies with chalk,im the champion at that little game,and with a quick step left//
i understood the perspective that everybody else saw me in pain,walk,walk,stop talk,embark on your mission,endless fratanizing//
end up a politician,whos decisions,are all related to whips chains and masochism,i elevate,while you perpetuate your lack of orgasmic rhythm//
im living a debarkle,a sham existence,i throw down my gauntlets just to innitaite an instance of resistance for the masses,to hear them cheer//
in reality to me,the sweet system of hands clapping is music to my ears,half these cats live in fear,hatred,horror and lonliness,wishing they had a voice//
just dial clondike nine nine five,and ill give you the iresistable choice,of picking or choosing,choosing or picking,its a catch 22//
ill kick you out of the cylce,just so build a pogostick of wit and somehow jump the fuck over you,the egosystems frail,but its existence is vital//
no more shall we receive this worship of self important,mummified corpses alongside the river bank of the forest walkers,if that makes sense//
ill carry my tape-deck to record my thoughts on the event and make fun of it when i get home in rhyme form defect,defect,defection//...
sensor detection is at an all time high level son,importance of earth bound beings,less important then our own self pity,reflect somethings//
pretty off the gritty street imagery,chemistry class has started fifteen minutes ago your late,go stand in the corner and count from sixty//
then take a seat next to that leper,the one with the disease...i hate you...take three steps left....ignore the warning sign...its only landmines...
bye bye.

and in this section i pause for effect,yo


ima ground force dammit,im that career soldier for my long overdue cause of backpedal retort//
i use no weapons,my offensive is launched in my sentence,directed a the contence of cats intentions//
that circle the epitaphs of those greater then themselves in a feeble attempt to elevate their own status//
from below average to average...ashe to ashes...dust to dust...take two steps left please,your destruction is a must...
hush puppy hush,your form i make a bust,i thought you knew this before now...detonate the background//
gimme a pound...uh...Hahahaha....


landmines...step left,i pause for effect.

static cling for effect....yes...step left.stepping right will only head you in the direction in wence you came...

static cling for effect...

inprisonment

*static*