i spit a'abayah rap, messiahs capped for lying/
strap an iron mask, this disaster tie you in the past, casted/
classification of rabid lives, Narcicyst zealous in bars sold in pyramids/
i part me and myself, despite odd scenes/
stay high off trees, defy all reach , i teach the mic/
inside me is seeping holes, raped preachers hold papers/
they known for controlling nations, we dont know better/
povertys stricken numbered citizens like lottery tickets/
from robberies picketed, sceneries red like eyes protested, like hemi heads for mine/
briefly fed visions, of prime tell-lie-visions, prisms of colors and bars/
switch stones, majestic pitch tones/
big brother in life have given, bred tribalism/
living dead mic jack sons, thriller and lie to fight back and kill us/
i find that in your proposal, disposal of bones of the over circulate beauracracy/
i spew Iraq in each breath/
although in times of peace, i walk the streets with an akward lean to death/
caught in scenes, images and emblems of biblical historic/
all it is is metaphoric, set it foward and over with/
spitting in forests, i wrote a song to it/
the world is a hipacrocy, we belong to it/
this Islam fluid, flushed my palms, 81 calm knew it/
added it thamanta'ash, its written, drafted, and crafted/
live in the after life, half of Christ, the Narcicyst type/
proproganda is like my heart was detected/
taunts are anxious, thoughts lost in sanctions/
of course the loss of all life is precious/
hold tight and bleeding red like monopolies for Heinz Ketchup/
feed heads properly, own your marrow/
used to be royal like Arabs in harems running alone/
this bodys like golden parrots, potty training/
unlearn your shit, this Iraqi's reigning/
burn your whips slave trader and leave your urn in ships/
you ever met yourself half way and conversed with each other/
like schizophrenics with a purpose above us/
these last days its the hurt that has strung us/
unchained melodies, to worship and run games like Parker Brothers/
numbed frames dont start with others/
fix you and put your soul to this use, to control and dig your holes/
witness homes, nature controlled and lived truth/
from tortured shells, hold your own like hugging family and hope for help/
know it wont melt away, skeletal shelter aid/
heretical belts and tapes, recorded and sold in plain/
i feel hell...caves tumbling while we rave humbling our behavior/
to taste nothing of this sweetness/
is it love or your neatness, of your animal thought/
to enslave what the mandible taught/
segragated like schools in United Arab Emirates/
my fists are fighting, but the gist is biting a genocidal wish of violence/
this life is a bitch in hyphins, dog eat dog/
spend your life in this system, it just divided you from army bought/
their beef i call wrong and misguided/
they fuck you for no time wasted, define civilization/
is industrial growth, instead of natural trust on this globe/
the subtances fro, like African hair picked and strolled/
thru the math in the air, from social construct Sigmond Frued/
North American psychoanalysis, abort your mirrors/
and self reflection corporate spirits/
you want freedom, the concept doesnt exist/
or the process wouldnt presist to reach an end/
insist to teach your men, and reach your friend/
speaking of the end, the hard feeling towards revealing the sword/
but the pen is mightier than men in higher state of prior/
denial reaching uncivilized cultural refindment in minds/
sculpted us in areas with vultues beside them/
also inside are stomachs concealing puppets and wires/
its hard to catch a brass staring/
status feeling like the ba'ath Party....


this was in open mic a while ago...it really is a poem not a ahhhh open mic drop...so i posted it here...tell me what you think

This Was Nice...Good Imagery And A Nice Vocab...I Was Mos Def Feelin Dis...

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thanks for the reply...uppin

Craziest Fucken Multi Flowing Kid Ever Haha...Much Props Mun!...Pz...

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thanks locsta...i have been away for ages but i am back and in full force...you should peep my new audios they crazy nice...anyways Mead thanks again...wahid

uppi...peep the audio at my site...www.soundclick.com/someshiz

incredible....but more like an open mic to me....

the word play was definitely awesome...and the multis are damn well used...had some hott vocabs there...i thought it was pretty long but when i read it the second time around....i think it had to be lengthy...

really good ish there...

i mean narc...all u dropped here are really well written and awesome...drop more

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Aye *blows into bubble pipe and rocks chair* more like an open mic.

But still, written with a grinding rawness yet not moving away from substance.

Powerful and epic.

Though i felt the length did hinder it a bit. It became akward to read at times. And maybe once or twice a bit too elaborate.

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Shukran...you should hear the audio namean...all my shit is long especially my poems...but people dont like readin long drops, so imma have to shorten em a bit...anyways good lookin out...wahid

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