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The Last Poet
07-12-2005, 07:55 PM
Becoming a despicable cyclopse, gazing with a wide eye..
I sit on the beach with an umbrella and wait for the high tide..
Or it just feels like, so many things im waiting to prove..
the worlds an AM radio and im here playing my tune..
Breaking in two, as I single handedly destroy the omen..
Leaving me in the motto bank while the teller coins my slogan..
I'll destroy the trojan horse before it reaches its destination..
And the stench that fate leaves reeks of pre-destination..
I'm a hundred feet thanks to levitation, at one with the sea..
Compared to a clouds state of matter after the thunder precedes..
A slumber I need, and a slumber I shall partake in..
Met up with dillusionment once I arrived at the state pen..
For I thought it was some sort of community ink displayer...
My minds brink is layered and scattered with incubators..
To restore my mental anguish, solitudes the remedy..
That can make a hyperactive lawyer prosecute his energy..
I'm stepping on stones that I should have skipped prior..
The respirator attatched is only connected by thin wires..
As a result, im abnormal, a sort of negative epiphany..
Far away from the idea that if heaven sent a symphony..
Speaking of which, the result of a spirits bad throat..
Can cause a usually melodic angel to musically hit a bad note..
The training wasn't complete; the being was but a day old..
As a result, god placed thorns on the angels once beautiful halo..
A sad story indeed, while the ending is uncharacteristic..
Im just a dreamer that looks, and then by passes the realistic..
Aspects of life, video games allow me to leave the scene fast..
I broke my leg in a nightmare and was forced to wear a dream cast..

444trumpets
07-12-2005, 08:09 PM
pretty tight post dawg
keep up the good posts
peace 4.4.4 trumpets main

The Last Poet
07-13-2005, 02:20 AM
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Thnx homies...

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GuardianOne
07-16-2005, 03:45 AM
That's quite some fierce lyrics the quality of your lyrical content had me expecting less, whilst you continued to progress. Such creativity with words whilst you kept it real.Nice flow and flow of knowledge through the words you used (quite talented) your style is commendable!!!!!!!!

Peace
PS:Keep posting!!!

jjh_38
07-16-2005, 03:52 AM
Damn... bout time you show your discusting face fag fuck! Nice shit tho.. good to read something new from you, good lines.. i like the last one, plus flows on point.. PM me

The Last Poet
07-19-2005, 05:11 PM
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Thanx for the replies...

Reppin. P.I.R..

King, Check ya PM's..

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BRASSKNUCKLED PAI MEI
07-19-2005, 05:34 PM
Becoming a despicable cyclopse, gazing with a wide eye..
I sit on the beach with an umbrella and wait for the high tide..
Or it just feels like, so many things im waiting to prove..
the worlds an AM radio and im here playing my tune..
Breaking in two, as I single handedly destroy the omen..
Leaving me in the motto bank while the teller coins my slogan..
I'll destroy the trojan horse before it reaches its destination..
And the stench that fate leaves reeks of pre-destination..
I'm a hundred feet thanks to levitation, at one with the sea..
Compared to a clouds state of matter after the thunder precedes..
A slumber I need, and a slumber I shall partake in..
Met up with dillusionment once I arrived at the state pen..
For I thought it was some sort of community ink displayer...
My minds brink is layered and scattered with incubators..
To restore my mental anguish, solitudes the remedy..
That can make a hyperactive lawyer prosecute his energy..
I'm stepping on stones that I should have skipped prior..
The respirator attatched is only connected by thin wires..
As a result, im abnormal, a sort of negative epiphany..
Far away from the idea that if heaven sent a symphony..
Speaking of which, the result of a spirits bad throat..
Can cause a usually melodic angel to musically hit a bad note..
The training wasn't complete; the being was but a day old..
As a result, god placed thorns on the angels once beautiful halo..
A sad story indeed, while the ending is uncharacteristic..
Im just a dreamer that looks, and then by passes the realistic..
Aspects of life, video games allow me to leave the scene fast..
I broke my leg in a nightmare and was forced to wear a dream cast..


yeah this is nice strong start strong finish