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Out-Spoken
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Hip Hop Keystyle
IP:
I sit here and stare blankly at loose leafs..
construing on moves proven to use grief..
tools speak, beaten untill bruised deep..
presumed free, but trapped in words that move through me..
my shoes see, nothing but the dust i kick up..
lips stuck, am i mixed up? or just fixed on the clips that skip us..
strip rust, from the grip i've slipped from..
hit drums, untill shits numb, and theres nothing but clipped tongues..
spit some, blood exits through ripped gums..
hips hum, as they grind on the rails of wits slums..
sip rum, untill the concience is slowly found..
scolding crowns..whos kings boldy try to hold me down..
i'm lonely now, patroling the holes in holy ground..
and he showed me how..to move foward to the future..
fuse words, few've learned how not to abuse her..
little keystyle i did out of boredom..enjoy.
http://community.rapverse.com/showt...d=1#post3226410
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Seek & Destroy
We have fun in my basement
Time is not long, and indecision is hells cemment. So the well is rented, untill heaven is relevant. Untill then, to be eloquent, sex cells, so le'ts cellibate.
"watch what you watchin...fox keeps feedin' us toxin's..stop sleepin' start thinkin outside of the box and unplug from the matrix doctrine....but watch what you say cause big brother is watchin" - nas - sly fox
The I.H.C.J.S.F.M.T.R.H.P.M.M.W.T.S.M.S.I.T.F.F.W.A.S. O Crew
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