[/SIZE]Drop a lyrical bomb, seeing through mirrors and calm seas
Striving to be with a perverted vision on freedom by supressing the weak
I linger in and out of your dream like the fairy of weed
Condemning visions enter my mind, filling my cup of hostility
Then i murder a mind, unconcious, behind the doors of fate and time
Pull from the cozmos rhymes and information,
deemed unhealthy for the consumation of many in this nation
Then i step back across the gap
the unworthy only recieve a slap
By proclaiming to yourself that this vision is a condition
to unrighteous to be givin to any man, child, or woman
Is a fasification held by few institutions
Cuz i'd be better off legally purchasing pot
Those who say that roaches are not,
an intellectual break down of thought
For myself or whoever chooses to rise higher
Can be classified in one sylable
Otherwise said to be wrong
I feel that if one part or another of yourself has been lost
you can always step back especially is sanity is gone
Though it's not an escape from your problems, a point of veiw on reality
to help dealing with everything.
Now let the levy break subtly and crush those oppose me
And if they can't stand on three legs they should try to hold up on two feet
It just seems easier to remember it this way
Perverted vision on freedom
the fairy of weed i'm
intellectually disecting thoughts
to regain the sanity i've lost.

Gimme a little constructive critisism

I didn't want to wait till tomorrow to post a new thread i wanted to get a few of my pages on here.


This rap shit is just practice, to grab dip and blast this.
Full clip into your back bitch,
we make it snap when you slip and trip when you stack grip.
I don't care if you're the realest or more fake than plastic,
whatever your alignment, you're still fit for a casket.
Xey on some evil shit not like Kenevil,
on it like your girl on my dick i'm makin her leave you.
Point to me and i give you my point in this line,
I live in deception, theft is my life,
see that's my home, but i live in denile.
My coal within sparkles like diamonds, fire in my eyes.
This black seed in me i pass on everytime i speak to these pages.
When i bleed don't touch it or breath in,
my likeness is contagious, virulent even in my calm phases.
I got at least four people living trapped inside me,
cuz both my faces have two flip sides,like double edge razors.
Cuttin y'all like daggers and maces through mages,
yes my flows that ancient.
Them that turned against me i smashed like full fifths of Jager.
No i'm not gonna be the victim,
crush you like bricks through tinted black windows.
You're vitrious i'm virulent,
it contagious so stay the fuck away from us.
My verb's shatter you quicker than rock or a chrome glock in the box.

If i was sittin back with a bottle,
I wouldn't be able to follow.
I'd be lost in myself,
getting cross with myself,
not nessecarily worried bout health,
more concerned with my wealth.
I'd be schemin for deals,
when i should be edifying my skills.
Through my eyes that's all we did was get high in the basement,
with my boys gettin wasted,
like my time now i'm gettin vexed when i get high,
Slowly learnin there's a better life with better use of time.

I'm servin these raps like wild shot from pimped out cadillacs
Don't step to the mic i'll leave you charred gnarled and flat
Cuz two 20's at the belt wouldn't shake you as bad as 12 words from my mouth
When Adam and Eve ate from the tree maybe it was a bud of weed, now we're all intellectuals
Controlled by testicals with venom no ventricles
And after we educate the masses they'll be powerless burning in their houses
These oportunists servin malice

When i'm alive i always slide on the high tide.
The beach that tree those bright stars inside me.
Foamin is the ocean loike my beer can opened,
then up inside you find that in your mind is dry,
so you pack that bud so kind.
Chill out inside,
outside confused about mine.

I stream line glide jump out of my mind grab a little time, keep it as mine.
Take it where i go use it how i want to,
because when you stand strong it's easier to get along.
Can't fight the sound.

Party in the day stars in the sky.
Baked out and chillin hifed another lighter.
Hearin bout the radio shit it's disregarded,
can't reconcile the day to the right hour.
We're bringin our the tower,
now some time's gone by, and we've turned into heffers.
Can;t seem to get it in my brain it needs a little effort.
Scream out hell-lay-lay's,
laughin all the day.
Giggle sets in grinds my sight to reason.
Been here so long i can't make out the season.
It's all cuz that thermostat stays in the mid eighties.
Can't bring it down or my buzz'll start to drown.

Can't see where the day is headed,
hazy is my vision, such is our condition.
Fast life tracked bringin down the axe,
leavin out the flack.
Then i tap out to organise my brain.
So I dry a branch pack it in our bong.
Bring that thing to swing another king stayin alive in the penthouse is a deadly mission.

Try Not To Post So Much In Your Open Mic Threads.

I'll just comment on the first one....dont use the green font or bold...i think the green makes it kinda harder to read...dunno maybe its just me.....structure needs to be fixed up a bit, try to even your lines out a bit better, so it helps your flow in the piece....keep at it.