7 Deadly Sins

OXYGEN ENVY
the green-eyed monster, devouring souls with hatred
sin's overflow this earth, instead of faith so sacred.
jealousy is the evil-power, controlling the common-folk
but you dont have to have everything, you want to hold.
your stuck in a 'grudge' like sarah michelle gellar
malicousness holding you deep with-in like a storm cellar.
you crave somthing, it will leave your heart empty
broken and cut, till you realize that the scars-envy.

PHADE ANGER
i exist...
as red mist, when a tech spits I hold it and shoot it
if you 'could just kill a man' chances are i told you to do it
see anger and scorn can drive you to insanity's door
but when me and pride collide, irrationality's formed
we cloud your vision, with knowledge that you're bound to listen
told you them dudes disrepectin you and how to kill em
I'm the best of the sins, obey me and you'll feel better within
that feelin in your stomach? oh that's regret kickin in

IDEAL PRIDE
No questions imbedded within, mentioned as the deadliest sin
Cus im where listening ends, right before the lessons begin
Not a typical home wrecker, but have a home wrecked with ease
moneys the root of all evil, and guess whos spreading the seed
For a second, just breathe, and reckon the message that im supplying
when a dude's screwin your boo, ill say where the weapon is lying
Waste a second on crying? theres nothing good that weeping will do
when u say "fuck the loves in my life" thats when ill be here for you

INN DEPPTH GLUTTONY
i pratice the method of gluttony, fat free foods aint touchin me
devour everything on halloween, spit out the pumpkin seeds
stomach full of various meats, shirt wet from sippin the brew
drank kool aid for two days, drowsy, lazy.. & lips are blue
each hand holds a brownie, this fudge is just sinful
and if i could, id innovate, taste the puss in a pimple
go to the club see how my pork grinds, feeling empty
orc mind, eyes scout the stage.. i need to eat an mc

PALE GREED
Drivin you to want what’s not yours, Give me your wallet, your cash, your life/
Survivin behind the darkest of doors, Give me your bracelet, your stash, your wife/
Directin you to feed your need to Receive, Give me your whip, your shirt, your kicks/
Collectin wit speed what ya concede to leave, Give me your grip, your dessert, your bricks/
Creatin ways to increase your income, Give me your cheers, your careers, your dreams/
Debatin for days how to get me some, Give me your fears, your tears, your screams/
Makin ya always want to get some more, Give me your mind, your body, your soul/
Takin ya'lls pay even if it means goin to war, Give me your time, your melody, your control

SHRED CONTRACT LUST
I override choice, the poison in the soft and moist
The rapist’s sickness, the calm once the victim’s lost her voice
I am love’s substitute, the reason women fear men
Tycoons who covet loot, the need of the deaf to hear again
Emcees that rather than breed spend weeks to rock shit right
They need to breathe the glowing dust that wreathes the spotlit mic
Lust: the rust on the hinges of trust, the drive to bust nuts
Sex survey pie chart crust/natural selection's thrust I'm a must

MALPHUNXION SLOTH
Rhymes laid waste to a slug's challenge...
My mind is lazy and unbalanced, sides misshapen with love talons
While my face is a rough callous, my eyes don't stray from the drug chalice
I happen to move at the speed of slow, on huge maps of weaving roads
Caught a head cold like my doo rag's the evening snow...
But who cares, right? Huh, I'm too fat to even know
With a thought process that hardly strays from the non-truth
You could fast-forwad these slow motions, but my body language is on mute
At the end of the proverbial rope my life is lined by a threadbare
And I'm going to Hell, but Satan'll be dead by the time that I get there

On March 15th at 7:41 p.m.

I got a weird story 2 tell all my folks on here// it'z involves 2 people, drinkin', & alot of smoking that neva appeared// it all happens around 10 p.m. the otha nite// while sleepin' i think i'm driving in my car & all of a certain i'm pulled ova by 2 cop cars wit bright blue & red lights// i say 2 myself Damn y 2nite cuz i got weed & alcohol in my system// but i found out very soon what was their mission// so they ask me 2 let the window down real slow// & i do as i go 2 ask What Seems 2 B The Problem? that'z when 1 of them ask y My Eyes R Real Low// i couldn't tell them cuz of drinkin' plenty of alcohol & smokin' on dro// so they tell me 2 get out the car, & put my hands on the hood of the whip// while i'm standing there i c them steady going into all my personal shit// but i couldn't make ne moves cuz they were lookin' 4 a reason 2 blast me// so my only chose was 2 play the situation safely// then afta searching me & the car 4 possible evidence & didn't find a thang// that'z when i was told it was 1 big mixed up we thought u were a possible escapee tracking// that'z when i woke up in a big burst of sweat on my forehead & realize Shit I'm Glad It Was Just 1 Big Dream

on march 16th at 10:33 p.m.

on this day i was going 2 work 2 handle sum legitimate bizness//
sumthin' real strange was going on round me sum wild shit//
saw sum fags runnin' around the store wit dresses on//
i asked my boss What's Going On, it'z anotha sad song//
come in the back & i'll explain the whole scenario out 2 u//
they messed wit the wrong 1's ova there in all the blue//
come 2 find out crips were there lookin' 4 me 2 get info//
they thought i was the mastermind behind makin' sum niggaz give up they doe//
they like the idea but hated the cops hop on it 1st tho//
all b'cuz of sum tramp azz hoe who couldn't keep her trap closed//
asked if i would like 2 b part of they payroll & i said yeah folk//

on the day of march 17th at 6:06p.m.

earlier in the day i went & hop into my car

as i was driving, i noticed anotha car following me afar

i felt like i was b tailed, so i went around the backway

i thought cuz i went thru an alleyway around my ol neighborhood evathang was okay

but 10 mins out of nowhere this car starts following me again

so i got tried of the bullshit stop my ride got out & hid behind a tree wit the gat

it just so happened that the couple got lost & didn't know where they were at

that'z sum wild shit that was going on, so i waited til they past b4 i continued going

my mind was playin' tricks on me from the dro i was blowing

DAMN!! what the fuck has just happened?

ight the day is March the 18th Friday at 2:30 p.m.

Title: The War Of Words

i was listening 2 the radio 2day & then i heard a loud 'Boom'!!!

look out my window & saw that 2 cars in my hood hit head on//

tryin' 2 go at the same time when they know it'z not enuff room

so i shook my head & said, 'Well I'm Glad It Wasn't Me'

so i ignored the whole situation went back 2 watchin' tv

next thang i hear r 3 people arguing tryin' 2 prove they case

i look out the window & b4 i knew the 2 ppl shot the otha person in the face

2 me i felt it was total disgrace & sad 2 c anotha brotha get put in his place

so i left the window & went 2 lay down on my bed

lata i watch the 6'0 news & they said, 'That He Was Dead'

March 19th at 6:30p.m.

this is just a quick keystyle i wanted 2 spit

chea...check-it yo, yo

dope lines - try n scope mines - get soaked like gun crimes..
skin in shreds - never slept on but bin in bed - bout my dough like homer says..
haha.

yo lethal spits .. like herion addicts .. u half ass'd vet on top like dusty attics ..
on top of my game .. watch da sky get scrape .. like ruins of da worldtrade ..
cant be stopp'd, fuck signs .. smoke dat mary j call up blige ..
chemicals dat smoke provide .. hit my lungs n my mind .. called da high ..
fuck rules i cant abide .. tights grips on ya neck to burst ya lips is apply'd ..
get in line .. just-in case i smoke dat timber n flow like lakes .. i never cry'd ..
swipe ya eyes wit pesticide .. test dis guy .. im bound to fire pests on dey side ..
realize .. when my punchlines n ur chest in-cline .. u'll need a back-up heart like surgery on spines ..
i was taught never to call names .. chumps u cant change .. cuz chump change stay da same ..
dey say i spit like i got no tounge .. 3bucks brighten up da smile on ya son .. wit a hot one like a cinnabon ..
bricks of dope touchin da ceilin .. got kids sniffin buildings .. jus to specialize in my fieldings ..
im deep like wishin wells .. i eject many fluids like holdin cells ..
grip dese emcees till im holdin cells .. its ya destiny child to flop cuz even michelle fell ..
sick of hearin da same ol concepts .. i move brain waves jus to get on ya concisence ..
u spit nonsense .. like casino gamblin i bomb centz .. leave bodies lower den original projects ..
force ya smell sense .. to take my lyrical white meds .. watch ya life go downhill like snow sleds ..
fuck keys i got bricks to push .. kerry u overseas leave u shook like bush ..
i do dis cuz im ill at it .. da autos is still matic .. my shyne'll blind u to da massive ..
stuck behind barz like dese words n lines .. bout ta blow by n make my own noise like wind chimes ..

this is march 20th at 7:45p.m.

title of this piece: 'Holla If U Hear Me'

I've mastered the art...of killing a beat...then stashin the evidence...
its not a slack in skill...but a lack of intelligence...
that keeps cats desolate...the traps they're embedded in...
sheer wackness...the trash is embelished with...
paragraphs of letters sent...there in stands the irrelavence...
peers capture the sediments...in cracks of left sentiments...
where kids bask in precedence...and laugh at the presidents...
that think gas is worth blooded hands of several killed...
but relax we're Americans...greedy assed and desperate...
sure we've had our hesitence...and ask for reverence...
just to mask the fact...we casually act as though we care a bit...
when the anthrax develops in...
our land so delicate...kids grab a flag and hit...
any cat thats Arabic...or just shares their heritage...
tho its sad to bare with it...I long for the day that man can master his ignorance...
and cast it to depths within...

I've mastered the art...of delivering...lines with a meaning...
my most basic thoughts' palms...lie on the ceiling...
but why is it seeming...the only style that's appealing...
just happens to be shared...with 9 other beings...
to minds I'm a genious...even blinds could've seen it...
organized in a sequence...in-fi-night till it weakens...
just try and repeat it...and you'll finally believe in...
the simple fact...that it would be ill advised to read it...
unless u want eyes that are bleeding...a hairline recieding...
your life is depleated...because time will have eaten...
your insides...with the appetite of a demon...
so smile when the beat hits...
or die while you're sleeping...since I will have beaten...
any sign of your breathing...with rhyme that'll ceace it...
purify and delete it...to show that lyrics this divine are the reasons...
we strive to achieve bliss...

I've mastered the art...of capturing hearts...through out the ages...
even though...there are those...who doubt this statement...
tuned out to races...
we as humans...are too bound to face it...fools bound in chains with...
conformity...conservatives...who frown on changes...
only see the common ground...when...you down on pavement...
from loose rounds and sprayed clips...leave 2 down and weightless...
while a slew drown adjacent...to the depth...only a few found complacent...
like desert sand...only a few grounds remain still...
counting 10 seconds of thought...soon while the brains killed...
thanking goodness no weapon was drawn...
never be too proud to say shit...and you'll mount the stage with...
a new sound...too loud...to mute down...amazing...
then when you're crowned the greatest...you can pass the flame...
on to down...who now...sees you as their new found inspiration...

2day is March 21, 2005 at 7:20 p.m.

Dez Streetz Iz Callin'

Sitting in the dark, middle of my room…
Thinking bout the weed and the drink I consumed…
My life’s in a tomb, locked tight and buried…
While maggots threat the dude like food in commissaries…
I never knew that I’d grow to be…
A wordsmith controlling portals threw my poetry…
I’m retrospective like Jodeci…
Except I don’t moan in mics and clone the beats…
I just roam the streets in the hopes of conquering…
The life you pave is a slave to oxygen…
No matter the view that I spew in barcode…
Ya’ll stuck in today, I’m trapped in tomorrow…
Ruby drops in the plot of this…
Until unorthodox apocalypse…
Occur in the same blur when I’m dropping shit…
Bless the god, it’s ill how my logic is, bitch!

Shoot and stab and cut suckas
Murder fags and butt fuckas
Streets is calling names bruva… and I’m that kid (I’m the talk of New York)
Shoot and stab and cut suckas
Murder fags and butt fuckas
Streets is calling names burva… and I’m that kid (I’m the talk of New York)

Ya’ll niggas bout to view how my rhyming is…
Half expert professional and scientist…
Clogged with numerous credential and mental gadgets…
In ya death, all is left is your dental fragments…
A Ying to ya distant Yang…
The emcee Edison who’ll invent the game…
In something that’s much deeper than chips and chains…
Had to literally go threw hell to spit the flames…
In the streets, can’t sleep like insomniac…
Fuck clubs, real niggas hit the laundromat…
And wash work inside shirts like polyester…
Ski mask equipped when we probably dressed up…
I know a dude who’ll throw shit in ya food…
Rat poison in a tube, thus your interlude…
To sweat, cry, and bleed, and foam from the lips…
Fall to your death as you roam to the pits...

& yeah this is not 1 of my favorite or likable colors either

it'z march 22, 2005 at 6:45p.m.

i know it'z cheesy but hey it was meant 4 me 2 say & i wanted 2 express how i felt about her