in the dark, dusty corner, GraphiX layed with an ever perpuatual mind of teaching himself the conception behind all that.....
in his bid to find these teachings, he stumbles across a door, he opens, walks down the stairs and embarks on a mic. ignoring the crowd entertainment he grabs the mic, and in his content he shuts his eyes and spits pure..............




wood elfs, the accurate archer of poetical wealth//
by stealth, illusions seduce minds of the useless//
great mc's drool mucus, acidus, hazardous rapid cuts//
my decibels, will ring ya head worse then the great saturn//
the meteor patterns, showed my name after the ice age status//
my-name-GrafiX, the tv of telepathics, rip mc's like satchets//
exposing em like leaking information packets sent across the internet//
which is known to infect the FBI mainframe on high-spec//
the four trojan horsemen, creating hell on more basic code sources//
eyes shimmer, the ghost of mic-killa, everytime its in my sight//
the spirits enter the mic, calling out my name to rhyme about shite//
a reborn, the reincarnate of god's greatest sergents//
battling agianst wraths of fate from the darkness//
from the pharcyde of darkside, the clouds will become the darkeyes//
and cry electrical matters far far far down//
broadcast transmissions will emit propaganda intermissions//
with all types of logical laser hi-tech systems//
aliens conducts experiments deep within the waters of the amazon//
paralyisis effecting leaves are shoved down the throats of thieves//
them theives who try to kidnap my poetical feats//
metephorical speech, the art of making a man change his beliefs//




...Subject Closed
...Extracting data from server id 244.233.423 port 3450
...Uploading Critics.exe
...1%
...34%
...99%
...System Failure
...Warning Warning Warning
...Hacker detected
...Recieving Whackmc.exe
...34%
...56%
...78%
...100%
...File Recieved
...File Opened

-------------------------Opening------------------------------

im da best, cant beat my test//
lyrical chest, dollar my best//
round and round them 21 inch rims//
iced out tims, with ice out matching outfit//
im fit, train on a two hundred trillion stairmaster//
imma shaolin master and a G-unit Gangsta//
i bust, i bustm shake them things in the club//
club club i got them braids done by tony & guy//
im the guy, the man the G class hennesy//

-----------------------Closing-------------------------------

...System will self-destruct in 5 4 3 2.......................

This was Nice man...I was feelin it....Its one of da best pieces that I've read from u.......Keep spittin

thanks, uppin forc critiscism still ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^