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Viscosity:
Faded colors on the cover,ink off a pen smothers
the inside of the notebook, text written wit meaning
Deciving viewers with authrority to read-it
the notebook and my heart - bleed together to finish-shit
Never writin impitient, the pen and pad is innocent
its the ogre, who sits over it and writes the pain he see's
The way he decrees, what he believes, the God of the journal
infernal fire resides in his mind and fingers of fame
The unknown name is never to be spoken, cept for the
firey rage that is exploadin, the journal lives on forever
The master and its slave together, writing the Ether
with no beats, no feats, just spoken-word,yet never to be heard
The respect he has earned, the pages torn and unwanted
A suspect of greatness he has learned, rages scorn yet taunten
bars wit no limit of length, the writers mind and rap strength
The top of the rank, where he stays King with his notebook
microphone wires hangin from his pocket, vocab out of socket
His brain insane, yet has meanin to be sane
this is why he will remain at the top of the game, wit one pad & pen


Seklusion:
A cover red as blood, representing the MCs I slain
To you; worthless, But it's the reason I'm sane
On the surface, slowly fading in black marker is name, worth and contents
Inside is the authorized version of my life, proving you couldn't outdo my worst offence
The times have been tough
Give me a place to write stuff and I had enough
I needed an escape, the world brought thoughts of bein' distraught
Rhymin' shit on the back of envelopes- lettin' stick-it notes be my piss pot
I felt as though I was on top of the world, couldn't nothin' move me from this spot
Here I am as a man
I never asked for no one's help, and no one leant me a hand
But I always had my notebook, Five Star Brand
Stare at me closely, see my eyes are bland
Biggest imagination, cause I'd sit alone, cold and devise far lands
In the 90's, kids were still slammin' and Pearl Jammin' all the night
I went home, ran words through the dome- comb as a microphone, spittin' over Rappers Delight
Dreamt of places where only the fit stayed afloat, the rest sunk
I gave hip-hop my heart, and it took the best chunk
I care for nothing but this book, it's power is sentimental
Before you overlook, realize it's my Bible, scriptures laid in pencil

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