~Verse 1~
I let my mind travel, rhymes unravel across the continents
Speak Greek techniques with the ease of Herodotus
Rockin’ hoods in rockin’ hoods. Take Doubloons from the Spanish
With Robin Hood in England, Ride hot air balloons over Paris
A Portuguese navigator, Transport with ease. Translator
Of vindicator equatorials. Spray paint on American Lincoln memorials
An emulator from Atlantis.
The Arctic advantage to do passage across the Atlantic without a thought of panic
Chillin’ with Brazilian civilian children in decrepit buildings
Visit a billion other minions before Adept accepts the killings
Sippin’ sodas in Bogota with Chiles and Turkeys
No Nazis or paparazzi got moxy enough to hurt me
Following Sierra platitudes of plateaus
Down Rocky Mountain angles with the attitudes of rap Pro’s I graft prose
Into Sydney in Australia. Assailing ya’ new New Guinea.
U.S. marine-killing machines, in the Philippines and puny cities
Saigon rhyme-songs rhymed-long like pythons for swan songs
Tokyo oratorios and strong throngs in Hong Kong
Siberia deliria gets me feelin’ a
Flow like diarrhea, with the words of multimedia encyclopedias
Russians rushin to the Prussian-Germanic table twirlin’ in Berlin
Masses crash the gates, “Just let the world in!”

~Verse 2~
Egyptian styles transverse the Nile
Conscriptions, worth the while, worse than wild: diction’s so versatile
Ethiopian theologian, the logician magician
On Arabian magic carpets I fly the skies on a redefinition mission
Religions of Islam, Judeos, Christians
Bhuddist purists, Hindus enter your sinews, elevate the jurists
And the poorest, as tourists enter for pictures
Vedas. Qu’ran. Originators belong in Biblic scriptures. Now who’s the victor?
South Africans. I visit Ghana, gold coast, the shore waters
My arrogant affricates respect the forefathers
Longitudinal rhymes on latitudinal lines
Liberal, lyrical exploration of the unusual kind
Delphi to Rochelle, New Delhi and Roswell
Monrovia runs over ya. Wherever emcees are hostile
From the beaches of Caribbean to the deserts of Indian
And Siberian where millenniums kiss with brilliance
Cuba, Bermuda, Mexico. Inuits and Alaskan Eskimos
Hawaiians, ancient Mayans, Floridian Seminoles
Extinct peoples, dead races and cities: Troy and Carthage
Gone while the living reload another cartridge
It’s not where you live, but where ya at. So prepare for combat.
Where the guns at? Better yet, we all the same. Where ya heart, brain, and lungs at?

Shiznit's Thoughts:

wow...now thats a masterpiece!....

I love the whole around the world shit..its definitely got the factor that i mostly like about in a piece...

the vocabs are madd nice...and the flow was smooth regardless of its rhyme scheme...

the content of this amazed me...its like the knowledge u have and the art of ur unique writing combined to contruct this one..

i really liked it...keep it up

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Thanx Shiz.............

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Yo Dont sleep on good shit.

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damn, sleepy people.
well, libby, you got a dope piece right here. I couldn't feel the flow without a beat, but this thing had constant rhyming and multies, so it was dopeness at it's best to read.
I don't know if you know shit about all those places, but you made it all fit together well.
I didn't like the war thing at the end, it seems tha regime does that to people. Adding violence and bullshit in. Well, you do it with style, T, so it's all good.
You didn't have very much imagery, but there wasn't much room for it either.
Nice piece dude.
One

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Good shit dawg,liked this one for sure.


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Thanx Uppin................

uppin

thats dope man....stay up

I really, really liked this one. Great concept, great references, fresh flow. You hit the bullseye on this one, no doubt. Keep shit like this up, and you'll definitely go far.

this was one of the best shits i read. Its the first i read from you. this had everything a masterpiece has, wordplay,flow, the whole 9 yards and shit.peace out

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This wuz very nice...niced and planned and errything. Hell...I couldn't do it since I ain't neva been anywhere. I wuz wonderin what the title meant...well...there it iz...