Well here's the new one. Interesting to say the least...

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an interesting picture indeed, reminds me of mans needs, so i repeat the plee and ask is this the right world for me. If only there was a way to decypher if i'm a rap major, this was a quick keystyle, so i bid you farewell and a better tommorow, later!

Silence's deep and must be heard
Knowledge floats on air of mind
At first inventions sound absurd
But time progresses, we are set to find
That man's wise thoughts are so divine
To change the world through new ideas
Is the one goal of mine.

Is There A God? If There Is Why Are People Still Kept As Slaves/
Building A Perfect World And Yet...Nobody Is Perfectly Behaved/
There Have Been Many A Creation But Yet There Is Nothin But Space/
Occupied By All Things Of Your Own And Yet What We Dont Do Is A Disgrace/
People Have Many Ways Of Interrpreting Time But Where Does It Go?/
Time Is Never-Ending...But For Some...Where Does It Flow?/
Wrapped Up In Self Indulgence...Time Flys As We Spiral Into A Black Hole/
We Have So Much Time In This World...How Many Of Us Have Set Life Goals?/
Leaving Us Thoughtless Of What Lies Ahead And What We Shall Encounter Next/
Pray To God And Hope That When You Pray For Help He Gives You His Best/
Music...What A Great Thing...Many Use It To Free Their Minds And Escape Reality/
Can You Blame Us? Look What Goes On..Murder, Rape, All So Much Brutality/
So If There Is A God Up In Heaven...How Come There Is Suffering And Not Much Relief?/
Well Why Dont We Help Out...Its Our Time...Do What You Want...Just Believe/

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the untold simplicity, to unfold these mysteries,
of misery and joy, birthed ajoined now apart/
ironic education, designed for mind levitation,
equating decimation, equating the desicration/
and ever paitient is death awaiting to progress,
ever patient, death awaiting, taking your breath/
never slaves to a chain, never slaves to a man,
only slaves to ambitions of surpassing GOD's hands/
grasping GOD's hands, asking for GOD's presence,
as...we proceed to speak blasphemy in hell/
attached to possessions, questioning the stars,
destination, when made to admire, inspire faith/
but dire is day that scorns the moon for competition,
death was man challenging nature for GOD's wisdom/
for the idea is further than man can even fathom,
while devil sits back as we bite the apple laughing...

Here I sit naked and alone/
In this seemingly endless unknown/
What is my purpose why do I roam/
In search of a reason in search of a home/

Agravated by the abstract concept of time/
As technology and atrocity so willingly intertwine/
Carbon protiens left handed amino acids and biotic enzymes/
The very essense of his grand design/
Are we anomalies of random chaos or creations of the devine/
Is our very existance benign/
A creature of habit and undifined/
An ancient plague upon the third of the orbiting nine/
These answers all locked away from the errosion of tyme/
Hidden within the mitoichondria of our mothers blood line/

Binary instructions encoding our thoughts and fueling our mind/
Generating the instinctual urge to reproduce our own kind/
Infecting the third of the orbiting nine in a world redefined/
By it's secular lines and spritual decline combined/
I look to the heavens for insperation and peace of mind/
Only in the form of a greater purpose do we find/
The harmonization of our soul and the misconception of tyme...

Bounce dog is out, let me know what you think...

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

Gotta say. I'm taken aback by the way each person who's written so far has gotten what they've got out of it. And written in such a deep lying way...

...Stark, yours stood out for being short, yet having a fair amount in it.

Mystik, liked the way you explored it without relenting.

Prolyfic, yours had a real depth to it. Some of the 'imagery' used was real nice, how you linked certain things together in slighly obscure ways..

and the cheerfully named bouncydoggdog - quite simple, yet also quite complex. A personal depth that surpassed my comprehension once or twice.]

And concepts - a nice quick keystyle. I liked that. Not afraid to just write.

...resp...

This is mind clutter,
In time, further my sights order.
Crime borders both the truth and the lies
I shine over.
Rights noble
Never drink while I drive
I'll die sober.
Climb over
The very top of the grime I rhyme over.
Pried opens
Silver doors in my life and heart's focus.
While my heart's broken
Dig and I try to buy open trust.
Peace of mind
Steady climbs pride in my chorus never cry
Until the day that I die of mind boredness.
I find ordnance
Bombing the streets.
Poor and the weak, nothing to eat.
Hungry they weep
Bony physiques.
The force in fatigues.
The wars never cease looking at me.
Look at the trees, the willow weeps
See the destiny of these things messing with me.
Only after defeat
The testing complete.
My stress is festering.
Learning to flee
Taking the heat.
The same speech
That was given to me
In '83.
I say these things
From the wind of the pen
Dictating me.
Frustrating me,
The lust and the sin
Regaining greed.
Imitating the streets
Was never favored to me
Never catered to me.
Favorite to me or tailored to me.
Sacred to me
The art of love;
Their war is claiming the streets.
Ridiculous.....
Entertaining with beats and rhythms
Gotta sing
Through this silent bliss;
A Marine
Who's mind's a cluttered fist.
Touching this
Cycled flow without the studder in
Something hits.
Bumping writs from a cluttered mind diced
After it's sliced open.

time passes and time goes
i sit here unclothed
my mind is sweeping
my whole heart is weeping
cant need things ordered in my head
praying for a gun with one piece of lead
darkness fills all around
matter and garbage spoils all ground
time flys not enough swift
the wind changes direction in shift
i gaze hopelessly lost in my own mess
wondering if god thinks of me less
i relize im living in my own little bubble
trying to block ppl out and away from all my trouble....

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look at my bum , i am on my knees.
look at my beard, i created trees.

YAY! MY 2 LINER! , RB LEGEND MATERIAL!

endorsement of products make slaves out of men
the seven deadly sins lead us straight to our death
the worst one be greed which we witness every day
point the finger at people..shun the blame my way
bound up infront of the creator himself
no where you run, not much time left
still we plod onwards thru the universe
and still more products we endorse

hmmm...mine is pretty retarded cuz its like 305 am here and i couldnt really think of anythin...but i came up with this...ahhhhh..i hope its good enough....


doubtful portraits of time's portal
It evolves around
tied like an uncivilicized global
it spins around
circular patterns of disoriented illusions
it digs around
life-like colorblinded memories
it moves around
scattered pieces of empty faded strokes
it blends around
limited boundaries collapsed of endless disaster
it forces to fall around
turning back from reality to fantasy
it trades around
Humanity
It lives around

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- Tampons are still expensive -
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My mind lost amongst the chaos.
Intertwined, yet he still does not face us.
Is it art before me or an illusion from my mind.
He can show the real from what its intertwined.

as time passes knowledge is gained while
wisdom lingers where can I picture my
frame when its over will it be a suit and
tie typin or a pen and the tips of my fingers
thats word so screw your chicks drinks and
laughs im past the past you dont care for this
mans health therefore do bad by your damn self
everyones mind contains a prison prejudice
and visions loves miles away but those werent
my intentions to be like this all on my knees like this
while my minds painting pictures thatll never see its
work end when im dead and gone over me people
may begin conversin probaly not though the past is
passed theres only hope for the future as a husband
a loser semi thuggin like no smoke no drink no shots
ill shoot ya if pipe dreams didnt keep building up for
this music money motivates and separates breeds
envy an hatred adversaries tossin bullets gotta dodge
like the matrix fantasy to reality remains a revolving
door of karma ive had enough and if your plans
are ucked theres no more drama is there?