aight this rhyme has a crazy rhyme scheme, and its complex...try to stick with it...aight check it...


i spit a'abayah rap, messiahs capped for lying/
strap an iron mask, this disaster to tie you in the past, casted/
classifications of rappers, left us in the dark/
the zealous embarked on dogs, sellin pyramids/
i part me and myself, despite odd scenes/
high off trees, defy our reach, thats why i teach the mind/
inisde is seeping holes, gaping, preachers hold papers/
known for reach, controlling nations (we dont know better)/
poverty's strickened numbered citizens like lottey tickets/
from robberies picketed, scenerys red like eyes protesting/
like weed heads for mines, briefly fed visions of prime tell lied prisms/
colors and bars, switch stones majestic pitch tones/
big brother in life have given, bred tribalism/
livin dead, mics jack sons, thriller in time, fight back and kill us/
a find that in your proposals, disposal of bones of the over circulate beauracracy/
i spew Iraqi in each breath, although in times of peace/
i do walk these streets with an akward lean to death/
caught in scenes, into symbols and emblems of biblical historics/
all it is is a metaphoric, we fought it, lets move foward and get it over with/
trapped in a forest, and wrote a song to it/
the world is a monoploy, we belong to it/
this Islam fluid, flesh my palm 81, calm knew it/
added it thaminta'ash*, its written, drafted and crafted/
we live in the after life, half of Christ , the Narcicyst type/
proporganda is like my heart was detected, times are anxious/
thoughts are lost in sanctions, of course the loss of all life is precious/
hold tight, bleeding red like monoplies, the hinds to catch a fee/
heads properly, own your marrow/
used to be royal like Arabs in harems, running alone in this body/
like golden parrots, potty training/
unlearn your shit, this Iraqi's reigning/
burn your whips, slave trader leave your urns in ships/
have you ever met yourself half way, and conversed with each other/
like scitzophrenics with a purpose above us/
these last days, its the hurt that have strung us/
unchained melodies, and worship run games like Parker brothers/
numbed frames dont start with others....