aiight just osme shit,i aint explainin nothing yall work it out yourselfs, i know yall smart enough.






yo yo yo...hahaaaaaaaaa...b-boyish,shit...aiight yo go...erm yeah...

collapsin at a crossroads of more then 12 directions//
ive gained knowldge of myself and discovered delapidation//
the structure i reverse,stood facing(facing),generally shaken//
and unquestionably brazen,i gain the knowledge in my self//
reflected the lightbeams of segregation,and stood facin...
(facing facing,facing...nahmsayin...i stood facing,what ill let your own mind design)

i saw the call of the ancients,mustered the patientence//
delivered the exact map refrence intact,and blasted abstract//
armoured cats,flacking,jacking mesiahs behind ya,postin fliers//
optics twisited in half with pliers,infinite,deifinite,intricate//
sown into the fabric of the desolate desolation of the illest shit//
spillin this twisting it and fillin sifts,volumes now floating//
cats is choking on the smoking gun found in the back of the capsule//
actual fact is tactful cats react masterful to every present situation//
aint a god,ima demigouge,instigator of riots and violence,definition of//
i turned the light off,genocide of filament,thought sparked an intense intrest//
in deep enternal darkness of my living room,boom echoes of past souls loom//
saw the window frame shift,the wall part,the ground rift,the end starts//
the lava flow,the lack of control,and the stuck cats follow protocol//
the glass smashed and everythign around the impact cracked,to shatter//
into ten thousand peices of sharded matter,and skattered,tattered//
and clattered into density cats was overwhelmed by the fracture,rap splatter//
facing directions uncertain,unbelievably thick smog curtain,throat an lungs jerkin//
heart workin ovetime to distingiush a lifesign,on that line,the train drives//
cats bomb the tracks and make the rail slide,capsize the locomotive//
expose the open dosage and snatch away the hope of a city losing focus//
rookie syntax promoters,catergorizing errors into chokers,so that the answer//
is found beneath a mound of promoters,im scramblin quotas,to find the owner//
of this precision opus,in hope that someone in the future will notice,the bottom//
is forgotten and the problem revolvin round a shining white sculpture//
of a dove...devoured by a vulture,d.n.a samples ample and cultured apon a mantle//
in a unobserved petri dish..........delish..........
(talking:ive trecked a thousand miles to the point where i find myself)


collapsin at a crossroads of more then 12 directions//
ive gained untold knowledge of myself,discovered delapidation//
the structure i reverse,stood facing(facing),visablly shaken//
and unquestionably brazen,i gain the knowledge in my self//
reflected the lightbeams of segregation,and stood facin...
(talkin:And the organizm grew to something of an epidemic before you....)


im a lost poet,questioning existence,and as the thought came into a substance//
of chemicals in my brain,that very instant,an instrumental lingered,a voice whispered...


*Consider that which exists to exist and that which does not exist to not exist, and recognize things just as they are. With such a frame of mind, one will have divine protection even though he does not pray.-*

(talking:hmm aiight then)
its frightnin as im lookin out the city window at the fighting,the rain pelts down//
the noose is tightnenin,as my fire flames fade down,(the skrimage stopped...)but the atmosphere fills with battle sounds//
ill question the questions,and theyll question themselves,and when i have all the damn answers ill keep em to my self//
well thats the plan ive producted for myself,so that in times of trouble i head to the lower shelf//
grab a bottle of answers and guzzle it now,so that when the question persists ill straight lock it on down//
(ahhaha hmmmm ok i think i worked out that little quote...)

flush my soul out my earholes,with my all particles unwhole,split like microorganism//
cataclysm of the climax played out in steps one to ten with fightin hen precision//
cleared my head of the cynisms thrown in my direction of infinite wisdom,and prismed//
above us the buzzards hover hoping for us to suffer the harse conditions of the desert summer//
and plummet into a deep abyss of unparalled width in wich we never surface again,our eye balls pick//
out the sockets,brainwaves launchin sky rockets,subliminal messaging into the photos in the lockets//
held by the palms of the doctors,strip search the victim,and pawn the valubles found within em//
these cats is acting like scavengers,with a heiretical chain in the form of corparate managers//
standing aloft inaccurate reconstructions of introductions malfunction over the bunsen//
and blue flame burn their existence into nothin,all that hard work,washed down the drain//
to remain a failure,the way they take your presence is jsut one in the same,your despensible//
like office stationery pencils,no credentials is needed,theve got your dentals downloaded//
in their main frame,and nomatter how hard you try,you jsut cant escape,your little legs//
no matter how much he begs,cant support your bloated frame,and you collapse to be pummeled heavily by the concrete rain...

most emcees do a song and the fact is half the shits pretended, im offended.
everything i drop is real,when i write,i dont do verses cat...yo i drop epics...

9th majesty arises from the flames of a dead phoenix to tell tales of tragedy.....