this is the first thing i spit in a long time,moved from the middleeast coz of that damn war and just gettin started gain in my new place...my style...i dont go back and change nothing after its done,some cats think im stupid for doin so,but i like the way it sounds,change tempos constant..........holla back..excuse typos whateva..


bismillah ir rahmaan ir raheem




(sigh)there be rats on the floor,roaches on the ceiling//
cats on the ground looking up waitn to make a killing//
vultures swarmin in red an blue vehicles layin patient//
theyll bust your murderer after hes killed you to maintain//
a steady,evidence flow in your homicide case...no replacement//
is in shipment for the the faucet that leaks into the basement//
i cant use the shower,waters been cutoff by the landlord//
the fridge is empty the ice tray`s got something moving in side it//
the floorboards be creaking with everystep i take,as i creep tryin not to wake-//
the girl from the night before,what was her name again?,oh it doesnt matter//
ill dissapear into the masses while she sorts through her own clatter//
grab a cup of coffee look out onto the city streets in the morning//
the sun rising the corporate cats is yawning,eyes hangin heavy//
walk down the fire escape to the concrete,back to the wall,only friend i trust//
every other emotion is obsolete,stacked ot tall,lonely ends i clutch//
i aint got much but i always got just enough,if only i could sell paranoia...//
id make a million,late night noise got me peelin my eye lids to stay on scan//
in hope some cat comes through my window lookin to start the rebirth again//
drop my cup on the ground ill collect it on my way home,and observe the ocean//
grab my book an write a poem,about the constant changing commotion,the emotion//
the city brings to the people trapped within its hypnosis...//
i been up for ten minutes and im already losin focus//


and its hopeless//
its absolutley hopeless//
its hopeless(absolutley hopeless)//
now would you be complaining if you lost those two jobs the watch on your wrist your kitchen mits on your finger tips your fridge where the infesation lives and was totally homeless?


looking up to my window to see the pidgeon land,wishing i was like that//
knowing it would never understand,watchign the elderly man,searching for helping hand//
receiving cold shoulders dagger stares,doomed to remain where he stands//
till somone with a conciounse comes along with stick knive in purse bag//
step into the alley way quick and stab gut the man where he stands,all planned//
survival of the fittest,and in the real world you gotta be quick,i aint the strongest in the lot//
but ive got a burning wit,i have to find ways to put it out,halon...nah//
id rather sit on this here bus stop bench with a book and record every activity of the day//
so that i could write a book about what people do on bad mondays and prove everythigns the other way//
sundays the worst day,its the begining of the cycle,the begining of the fight thats vital//
to put food in the mouths of offspring,over population free love uprising,enterprising//
hookers dominate the street corners wearing little to nothing,dormant police stand ignorin//
prolly coz they got they nuts bust earlier that very morning,corruption,runs rampant//
in the streets where i scribe the diary of a madman,only to find the light and yes,im completley right//
i am a madman...
and since im mad,mentally insane i might as well carry this book around to explain//
to any passer by that leads a drifting eye over the pages of my rhyme book and is shook//
because theyve seen the words not knowing they mean somehting else,ask a stupid question//
because theyve misunderstood,receive a funny look when you laugh,your aint allowed to be happy//
where the hell have you been?,you 20 seconds early,strap on a uniform//
begin labor,little do you know your prolly being served by your lifes savior//
ima be here forever i aint a one month flavour,check the distance ill be there still in focus//


and its hopeless,its hopeless//
its absolutley hopeless//
hopeless its hopeless (its absolutely hopless)//
knocking every passer by you collide and steal souls involved in lifes intertwined by destiny lines designed to break the sands of time in due time with rhyme but now the cause is lost and your mind is totally hopeless//


magnum opus expose us....
deliver us the fire to napalm bomb the populace with frozen without notice...perth town what...one`
Defintion...im out

this was crazy... how long it take you to do this?

what you mean crazy cat?haha took me 15 minutes max yo,like i said i dont go back on this shit,i just write till my head hurts and i cant hold a pen no more nahmean.rip the shit off in 3:45 max with a beat backing
holla back

i peeped your shit before meta,think its ill...

where the fuck yall at???quit sleeping on this gimme something...damn,yalll to lazy to read this or something,dafuck...uppin foreal

good drop liked this shit
rhyme was a little off but thats being picky but rest was on point man
check my shit Lost Summer please
chek

returnin tha favor

man seemed like u jus walked around ya city and wrote about a Day in tha Life Of....type poem.But it wuz ill na'mean,u gave sum good visuals and all dat.But sum ish didnt rhyme and it threw me off.Jus work on dat and more structure.Stay ^
-Avi

I REALLY LIKE THIS

thanks for the feedback yall...with the rhyming thing,yeah i know osme of the shit dont rhyme,but i mean not every line has to rhyme,my accent and my voice fills nin on a couple of them tha tyou wouldn tpick up on when your eading,but i more into gettign something out...but thats what cats get me on co zi dont go back over my shit...anyway,thanks for feedback yall...

bismillah

this was tight no doubt bout it. U originally from OZ? cos u better than alot the other stuff ive heard from out there. anyway ya imagery was superb on this.

looking up to my window to see the pidgeon land,wishing i was like that//
knowing it would never understand,watchign the elderly man,searching for helping hand//
receiving cold shoulders dagger stares,doomed to remain where he stands//

tight few bars that. ya vocab was nice on this too. and wit everyone sayin this doesnt rhyme in sum places they missing the point of it. not everythin has to rhyme its the feeling and sounds of the words that matter.

ANYWAY CUZ RETURN THE FAVOUR CHECK MINE BANGKOK BUSINESS aight l8r mate

aiight foreal my man frob yo got me totally with the rhyming part,thats what im always saying,thanks for the comments...yer im origanilly for australia,hip hop here is totally off,worse shit ive ever heard,that why i started listening to the differnet type of rappers out and got influence from them all i started doing shit like this,hoipefully ill change somehting foreal...thanks for your comments,ill check your drop now....
bismillah

Good visuals, need a tighter structure, but I understand about tha rhyming thing and tha flow...people sleep on my flow sometimes...tha last one I did was confined a little...if want to know what I mean search tha open mic forum for (Elements) and (tha paths we choose) or for any other drops under Tha Linez Drawn...it probably easier ...Good drop though....

thanks linez,peeped your shit earlier was an ill drop....

uppin yall where the fuck yall at stop sleeping,i know yall lookin gat this dont be bitches an read the shit,damn.haha ups ups ups

oh, check your pm