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BornPower
01-10-2008, 08:28 PM
Yang's disciple
made a name breakin ciphas
flame ignite
dangerous mind crack codes
blade slice, the bastard's cold
crater strikes then laugh in the snow
the sonned rise, the last 2 know
blood runs, the fastest flow
kut blunts and ashes float
on bic pens, a bee focused
the beat locust
keep treatin em and keep chokin
simply formin on streets swarmin
from low ends to henry hornets
fronts spit and heat porches
drop yellowjackets and keep rollin
keep holdin when crabs attack
you bastards lack discipline
dell-craft,
Half slash then laugh, "FINISH HIM"

BornPower
01-11-2008, 01:45 PM
a cold wind, this Black Hawk
explosive on crabwalks
0-fin bat Sox,
I broke in and snatched locks
gold grin crack rocks
neva Lego, smash blocks
axe tossed,
at The Roots a Black Thought
crafts taught over tracks walked
drafts chopped and screwed in position
pot shots, chefs fued in the kitchen
topic: adoption, I'm abusin the children
cold fusion lyrics
top to bottom bruisin physics
only fumes fit description given by livin witnesses
dentals dented, mentally demented lyricist
pyramids imprinted chemically
swift hidden spliffs finish me
Bint Kennedy spit endlessy
with half a fifth in the lead
this skinny nigga need 2 feed
till only bones are in the leaves
I've barely shown how Bics bleed
on scary foes and business deeds
tearing holes in defences weak
buried growth ends the scene

J.T.S.
01-11-2008, 03:36 PM
Your nice with it skeleton where's souf chi??

BornPower
01-11-2008, 04:46 PM
south side of chicago

BornPower
01-12-2008, 06:21 PM
my mic lines power the CHI skyline
travel my lifetime in an hour
towering over white lines
cowards spit the wildest lies
while the powder's lit by my design
no blueprint
but each line's precise movement
is rooted in script
no crew to defend
I, soldier boot trenches
new recruit suited to penmanship
clansmen with digital cannons gripped
leave panic stricken foes pissin in clothes
kevlar panelin encrypted in the minister's robes
hard handed, one finger cracks bone
tree branch rappers I snap in the cold
then advance trackless in the snow

Dr Sleepwalker
01-13-2008, 08:56 AM
like your flow, foreally real duke..
good rhymes, I'll keep peepin' ya shit,

pea2e

ChamberSlave
01-16-2008, 03:56 AM
tight lyrics

J.T.S.
01-16-2008, 12:11 PM
towering over white lines
cowards spit the wildest lies
while the powder's lit by my design
no blueprint
but each line's precise movement
is rooted in script
i like these lines right here tight.

BornPower
01-17-2008, 09:25 AM
appreciate the positive feedback, y'all.

don't forget to sign up for the tournament. I'm lookin forward to crossin darts

wit some of you.



btw...

on the general chat board they're talkin about invadin some LAME forums in da

name of WU.

BornPower
04-18-2008, 02:11 PM
Undaunted, an unarmored farmer
defended his salted and fenced in fields of death
limpin and liquored up
his spit was unlimited and rough
ways old and set
this focused vet made them feel his breath
manifested with strength
each lesson was tense
and strangely enough, he never left a print
since the genesis
his businesses were chemically imprinted with pyramids
serious in manner
he employed a series of hammers
from carpentry to artist's streets
he was never far from the oven's heat
even when dummies speak
a wise man listens, but when he leaves
often angry bees are whistlin

BornPower
04-18-2008, 02:15 PM
South CHIolin is returning soon.
Chiolin Bones on the prowl with growlin chrome foul...

AcidPhosphate69
04-18-2008, 11:30 PM
Undaunted, an unarmored farmer
defended his salted and fenced in fields of death
limpin and liquored up
his spit was unlimited and rough
ways old and set
this focused vet made them feel his breath
manifested with strength
each lesson was tense
and strangely enough, he never left a print
since the genesis
his businesses were chemically imprinted with pyramids
serious in manner
he employed a series of hammers
from carpentry to artist's streets
he was never far from the oven's heat
even when dummies speak
a wise man listens, but when he leaves
often angry bees are whistlin


Dude, seriously...my favorite out of all of them. I also liked the line about Black Thought and shit. But the opening to this verse makes me picture some salty ass motherfucker defending his own. Good fuckign shit man.

BornPower
04-20-2008, 04:16 PM
when heaven and earth meet
my surface is sheeted in ether
true believers eat the flesh
confess the sin and be blessed
be the best but never read, it's stress
take it easy and rest
but be ready to test weaponry
when u recieve our text
evil connections teach lessons of deft tech handlin
targeted artistic expression with cannons
u demand it
fools branded and stretched as canvas
ungodly, I embody Osama's raw probability
swift robbery where all could see
spinnin tops hop in the breeze
while ur defense is a lottery ticket
swift penmanship crosses the digital finish line again
journeyman shop technique
this is ur neck and choppin block meeting

BornPower
04-20-2008, 04:57 PM
rotten flesh rips apart
plottin next against bottom-list columnists
droppin shit and callin em darts
attraction the attention of venomous sharks
will only shackle you to the blasphemous vacuum of this killa's art
steel spins in an arc
hits, spits sparks against nemesis targets
limp cards fold quick
I flow swiftly over boulders
throw focused hands at stones
until only sand exists
blow kansas winds
commander of vanishin terrorists
handlin cannons swift: my two hands
chew name brands stamped in metal brackets
enemy canvases damages when I spit yellowjackets

BornPower
04-20-2008, 05:04 PM
I recognized the 12th disciple
slight limp on his right side
combine rifle components
iron rises to the surprise of tranquilized opponents
necktie rope swings in cold breezes
chokes and screams are lost in an ocean of oak leaves
old trees with roots that reach like concrete
think of each leaf as a shock troop in the streets
aftershocks and debris as boots and blocks meet
balanced on the balls of my feet at the tops of peaks
I bomb rosters for fees
ashes blasted across across the scene as often as I breathe
hot beez hop in the breeze
hidden ninja crickets sing softly and snipe silently from treez
exercising the right to think
I devise lines of lighting that scream
strike at kings with the highest degreez of fire
while fiends keep rockin till they retire

BornPower
04-20-2008, 05:16 PM
South CHIolin winds howl past great lakes
ashes wasted on lames fakin foul
no traces of powder
my patience is power risin
crowded lines of men pacin
contemplatin the heights of this Dart Tower of light
the hour is nigh
christ and the twelve disciples strike divine ciphers
the blind die of thirst
bleedin ice water, drinkin wine till they burst
the first shall be last
blasted shell burst shatters glass
a carpenter's passion crafted the madness of his passage
but after the laughter he revealed pain and mathematics
the chains of middle passage
rain and the sadness
refugees beg change from those that had it
it never came and the situation was deemed tragic
faced with truth some choose to sleep in their caskets
I dream of blastin chips
breathin plastic visions and attackin the system
this assassin is viscious in givin foes damage
focused on classics I close this chapter on broken programs

BornPower
04-20-2008, 05:26 PM
the slow flows of opponents drip
from broken bits of bones chipped
focused and cold against the skin
locust rotate, then blow the gate infection
infiltrate corrections
lungs inflate with rigorous training methods
yang's image reflected in ponds
peasants get bombed relentless
this minister with swift palms spits calm scriptures
psalms written on bronze columns split rivers of thought
rotten timbers are dropped into bottomless depths
as I contemplate the politics of death
blazin hollowtips plot on alarm clockin rest
consecrated and concentrated it hit's Jayhova's witnesses
they only apprentices
hydrogen tinted winds blow fences in
expose scrolls with cold pens
opponents fold, chokin on focused strength

BornPower
04-21-2008, 09:35 PM
u no con, u a con's vic
i revolve on ur nonsense
in calm waters i'm the shark's fin
devourin cowards and competition
get showered in shit
rounds powered for strong distances
crowdin senses with lyrics
powdered and sifted to sniff
who gives a shit u bombed first?
kid's like dizz can kiss my con-verse
ur long search is over cuz this bastard
know who the master is, shonuff


did em in wit da dirty dozen!!

BornPower
04-22-2008, 02:28 PM
i put knights in rotation
seven nights of formations
patiently placed
perfectly balanced blades decapitatin lames
then vacate premises on late breakin apprentices
senctences delivered only evidenced by
silent killers with high temperatures
silk-slippered liars firin from concealment
tiltin pillars, blinded
rainin fire on philistines
pain and cable wire built me
brains drained and encased with wrenches filthy
dented timbs, my feet
whisperin wind when I speak
defenses brief
but every bone is chilled by what kut spilled in the streeets

BornPower
04-24-2008, 09:38 PM
The man in black fled across the desert
and the gunslinger followed
upon my neck, the sun's pressure
sands swim and shift makin it difficult to swallow
squint against the wind with cupped hands
dust and sand in competition with a hollow man
followin plans demanded from the heavens in a loud voice
now drownin in an unleavened land's famine
mentals crippled
his sinister choice to continue his voyage by sevens
severin connections to kin and confederates lessened the human links
but it allowed him to cleanse his clouded dreams
and do the brutal things needed
greeted by beautiful demons
servin burnin drinks guaranteed
to kill the chill of the earth's surface heat
thirst is a curse of the weak
and my tongue is the first to peak when the furnaces speak
survey a landscape deserted and bleak
burnt trees reach for the moon's red eyes
while a fool's wickedness convinces him
he was confused when testifyin
I choose the direction of mice and men
as I blew death across the depths
through icy fingers with wind
the connection strengthens
optic twigs extendin
sharper images scripted
taken apart by agent armed syringes
they missin a single digit from start to finish
spit shards and slivers
darts dipped and twisted with the hardest particles in existence
thin and malnutritioned
south CHIolin spits the distance
tempted by demons
I grit teeth, shift heat, and keeep trippin
my arsenal of parchment is missin sheets
but once started there's no stoppin my the mission's completed
pawns in positions to reach ranks unseen by mere mortals
peer in this soul's portals
evil bleeds in large portions
waitin to recieve orders to pour through
tortured, boiled, and brewed
I've been called the Destroyer of Truth
Bones, broken and bruised, spoke the soil and grew
voyages in excess of 100 proof
fools get hunted in schools, usually
platoons of harpoons
marchin to the tunes of ranks and files
ninja gaidin over spaces, escapin from shaded to blank tiles
8th ranked with basic styles
don't get frustrated, this shit takes a while...

BornPower
04-25-2008, 06:35 PM
descend hip-deep into the wilderness
venomous techniques sink into my victim's systems
rings glint on hidden fingers
lingering evidence of inked messages:
breathin leaves breathless
killa bee sting wreckage
street connections leavin debris
and sneakin weed into heaven
policies? my beats address it
cuz when I reveal lessons it's like steel's undressin
kneel when I bless it
stretchin my thought's collective across sections
wrestlin with godless prophecies sent to mock me
innocence spent as property in this devilish monopoly
precious particles bartered as cheese
astonishingly
friends can't tell us apart from enemies...

BornPower
04-26-2008, 06:59 PM
bomb cities and study continents
borne aloft in the clutches of strong winds
this black hawk the fallen among bronze men
follower of da god's callin
parchment armored, the strength is in the scriptin
precision positionin, pen and pixels built with conditionin
buildins tremble when timbs kick hinges in blatant
staircases littered with spinnin spent casins
forbidden and ancient debates are raised by ignorant masses ragin
face the ultimate temptation:
kill your master and cross the stage at graduation
I can taste the contemplation as it races against ur mentals
the pencil's face is blunted confrontin instrumentals
stumblin, pacin over situations any bum's been through
gritty extended tools gripped foolishly can still shift tense degrees
my prints, leavin a child's innocence in the streets

Unda_Fiya
04-28-2008, 11:00 AM
WORD!!! tell ya man, boys got some definate skillz and am talking mad skillz, respect mate. thats last one that starts "bomb cities and study continents" is proper tight!

BornPower
05-02-2008, 09:11 PM
spin the axis of evil
the real deal is nothing compared to what the people's craftmen could teach you
steel-capped steeples projected
from achilles' heel revealed weapons
never healed connected to stretcher wheels
freshmen fear copper bits thrown
choppers shiver and bit chrome
midget clones get split
arsenic darts bubble and spit hawked into the wind
cartriges arc and spin toward targets
heartless artistic armor pierce tip lyrics
charted at a fingertip's distance apart
at this instant this niggaz art was fenced in as business

BornPower
05-02-2008, 09:19 PM
driven infinite distances
by an addiction to swift penmanship
blackened lips crack and split when I attack this script
first to spit and last to split
casually tip ashes spilt on my casualty's caskets
foul, I bleed black ink rapidly
black steeds travel the middle passage
cracked, savage and foreign
peasants lack the courage to grasp thorns
imagine thoughts formed
glass shattered when this dart was born
trapped and torn, Judas adapted by mornin
stood back and laughed at the fools in black mournin
his fuel, a bloodstorm stored within
breath stinkin of red drinks
he unleashes the forces of sin

BornPower
05-06-2008, 03:38 PM
my onion is peeled easily as long as ink bleeds from me
heated chess pieces connect with chests weezin
my chemistry feeds on wreckage and debris
never secondary degrees
my sessions are feasts for creatures like me
gleamin white teeth, classic ree's, wrinkled jeans and white T
my wings beat wind makin the night scream again
flyin iron bites skin, silent presicion
linemen in position firin quiet scripts
even lies can live when idiots like minded persist
pride in a system where innocence didn't survive
how are we right to listen to old men hidin?
pride rises, lightinin strikes subside behind mountains
rounds fountain from fountain pens aroused
one page of powder cuts deliberation by an hour
40 eigths of power get crowded in a 12 guage
each shell a hammer for clamorin bells of rage
tales of the tape, tears fell from faces
share a cell with this terror-wrist blazin
bred from scripts ancient and forbidden
raised by killas that raised pyramids hidden
swift brick defense
tipped pitches still hit the fences wobblin
palms the length of dennis rodman
skeletons printed cause some kid's problems

BornPower
05-11-2008, 01:57 PM
the black knight rides a white horse
lined and chopped fine, it snorted
both pointed (in their minds) on a righteous course
behind boards old timers crouch on porches
scorchin heat relieved briefly by pourin drinks
icy, spiked with hennessey
weezin, disease-ridden breathin
2 old enemies that can't settle things until they kill a king
one mandarin reveals his rings
building a dynasty raining fire and debris
the tyrant, an iron king, the lying thief
the dying priest confiding lifetimes of heinous crimes on lines and paper
files and ranks arranged by eights and other arthritic digits
long division gets misted by the addition of medicinal spliffs
bishops play positional games
heaters wet, beads of sweat drip from gray
ancient techniques are taken from beaten chests
each defeat a lesson, after lectures fees are collected
wirelessly connected, each is infected with virulent methods
the second linesmith's skeleton detonated
sections decimated, his lyin bitch threatened mate
dedicated linemen positioned in a dyin defensive cage
one side replied with elevated ranks
the mistress rises, silent assassinations sans traces
both old men vanish, replaced with a recognized face
divided by a sinuous line, one side white
the other colored by the blood of yang
study terrain, stomach plains, and flood caves in one day of precipitaion
done with son's games, I stun lames with sunrays
puncture names and crush frames with dusty blades
my bloody face busts racin from the stomachs of named victims
this insane system envisions us as slaves visitin
whips and chains, our own anger imprisons us
agents within slay the innocence remainin
but you pretend it's games, the matrix never existed
definitive citizens in the wickedness of Babylon
businesses experiment on denizens
troubled government representatives are bugged and listen
secret clubs speak with slugs that whistle like crickets
indicted for principles I'd die before violatin
the stone giant is patient
pacin flames sedated, embracin the trials of Satan
fiery lakes are painted from stages in shades of gray
these days you pay to play
myriad paths are paved with grave intentions
shaved thin, ranks of fake friends are eliminated
the simplest bladesmith
seperatin craniums, the ragin tempest

BornPower
05-16-2008, 01:30 PM
love the feedback...

BornPower
05-19-2008, 01:43 PM
deadly experimentation
the undead, scripures and swift blades
slayer intent, veins slit drip spades
the IL-est shades revealed since this day
once chiseled in clay, my fissures have claimed domain over souls sold in anger
exchanged for fake favors and suspicious respect reclaimed by bank agents
outside a storm rages
shouts raised by villagers aroused
pillaged crowns, gems drift in clouds, it gets louder
a hulking mound of CHIolin gets up and pulses with power
devourin ducks, shufflin strut deliberate
begin the hunt, my pen is pumped to dump on illiterates
disappear from senses
International Business Minds digitize
a deserted village the only evidence witnesses existed
lonely scrolls drift in the wind
expended energy willed into a physical manifestation
my manner is patient
samson's cannon pacin, handlin a blazin blunt
ancient blades unrusted wrote
veins bolted face front broken
spoken spells cell-honed
listen,
it's edges still rasp against stone
assassins attack thrones
I sit back blastin a bone
laughin as they fall gaspin graspin their own throats
I gas chambers provoked
flashes of flames controlled
bastards claim the gold, but end up slain
souls drained by the cold flesh of yang
chef of devilish fame, i select delicate sections of brains
eat the breakfast of undead kings, hunter of heaven's rings
the deadliest sweets sprinkled with the last breath of spring
a mid-winter's night dreams frost forests and trees
orange leaves underneath my boots and fatigues
my oven's unlimited heat melts through onions and shelled beets
so what you gonna tell the police?
single syllables the extent of my intelligent speech
felony schemes belonged to the breathin me
but genes evenly distrubuted executed rebellion breeds
headless and bleedin on skella-vision screens
cadet's lyrics scream diluted and confused
I prosecuted them for prostitution of gems
I executed
and the rest of you drifts in the wind

BornPower
05-19-2008, 09:17 PM
One Japanese man wrote of five rings
samurai to no king
his scrolls depict scenes with senses keen
simple, it speaks swiftly
shifting easily between key beaten
leaves drift, speared quickly by pen-tipped beez
spin six degrees with a sixty clip breez
evidently imprinted with crispy reez
read the script, fiends
bleedin lips need a hit of me immediately
creaky old limps limp tilted
filter kids through inhuman blueprints
true strength built near hills, close to wilderness
my fuel revenge
friendships ended develop into a bitter trust
quit pretendin, the jig is up
no dents or chips of rust can be committed with beginner's guns
get ur digits crushed by this number munchin wizard spittin lungs
mud consistency, blood conspiracies pumped eurythmicly
I struck system leaks plugged into structures of heat
crumble tunnels under rumblin streets
dumm fucks suffer defeat when confrontin these fatigues

BornPower
05-24-2008, 11:16 AM
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shit, my stitches itch again
my pen easily drips venomous liquids
little kids skip scriptures and pick up big brother's guns
the grips are still rough
strength of will is my steel bustin
troubled by the innocent repercussions
attention simpletons:
don't turn this into a grim reaper discussion
my peace is corrupted by weak mumblin
keep it comin
I leave v-tunnels flooded with bleedin ice-crusted dummies
breath the dust of a man standin on a giant's noggin
tie the problems where they rightly belong
exercise the longest sight strongly
there are only two options: applaud or drop your own heat
so you think you know kung-fu?
show me
your flow is a slow leaf driftin
gettin drilled holes by killa beez
mimicry is a difficult skill to exhibit properly
your limited artistry against my unlimited armory
keys swim in my arteries
prehistoric sharks feedin on small pawns crawlin across beets
chopped degrees assault the streets
sergeant slaughter dirty moggs with thirty-aught techniques

BornPower
05-24-2008, 04:06 PM
yo, I roam battlefields like vultures
breaking in your home like a culture shock
anything you've seen I raise it a few notches
bug out bum rush hell take a few hostages
if you think you can step up to my lyrics
there's another thing coming to your clique
a psychopathic murderous goon in your face
you can call me names they ain't hurting so brace
for a fierce counter attack that'll break bones
money power respect, so you taking out loans
you the teacher? you elementary peasent
my bars hold necessary food like I'm a penitentiary tenant

I develop cultures on countertops
while vultures flock to bodies droppin
holdin crops hostage to profit my haunted noggin
the prophet's targets get their topics reviewed
re-used, re-brewed, weaklings get screens bruised
I can't give you a preview or teach you from my people's evil tunage
puny humans foolishly pursue da gods' spewins

BornPower
05-26-2008, 01:36 PM
pages, pen-depressed are prescribed an ink diet
I preceed riots, Yang strength correct
the basis built to connect mindsets and flyin iron
lion kings are hunted by men dyin for lyin regimes
lie on the scene emotionless
each motion a test, wolverine strokes on flesh
this breed of soldier no vest
I hold keys bearing cold abyssal crests
show apprentices and cadets how to erect sentences protected
original cadence secret agent
single syllables similarly related reverberate strangely
Dr. Yang StrangleGloves
or even just call me Frank
my veins exchanged with favored material gains
cereally slain
serials visibly plain drain credentials displayed
good riddance, lames
I spit a hood's distance in the rain
simple whip, no chains, limpin in pain
equipped to begin the invasion of crypts and grave sites corrupt
catch me high as fuck wirin batches of nitrogen tubs
this passage is Tyler Durden, the fire serpent of Fight Club
mics erupt, sunlight covered up by clouds of dust
point five kut writes with an icy touch
iron and blood
the scribe's new hires are crushes under a fiery crust
lines of lions strut
I write with time so the shine never dulls
the highest rush of fame
pines combust in flame
my mind conducts lightning and pain
iron lungs gust cocaine
coated, foes lose focus like blow's face

BornPower
05-26-2008, 01:45 PM
I miss the repetition
the mindless and spineless precision
my lines spit, rewind and are re-written
the scene skips
demons drift and leap cliffs impossible distances
dodgin assaulter's clips and helicopters
my knowledge exists to drop it like this
an apocalypse, a spinnin top of sharpened shivs
the mark of six,
beginners remark they doubt the ark exists
my heart, hardened bricks
sticks and mortar, tar and grits
innocence stored in larders
a hard bargain at 50 cent
scarred tribesmen sift scents in the wind easily
eatin beets, this MC's chin drips crimson and limp speakings
swim swiftly,
this spent delivery clips ends and perms scalps
pure thirst for herbal trout, been in too long I burn it out
permanent scowls on foul opponents focused on a crown
I am bold, I am proud
and my surface is perfectly round

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
05-27-2008, 12:36 AM
I miss the repetition
the mindless and spineless precision
my lines spit, rewind and are re-written
the scene skips
demons drift and leap cliffs impossible distances
dodgin assaulter's clips and helicopters
my knowledge exists to drop it like this
an apocalypse, a spinnin top of sharpened shivs
the mark of six,
beginners remark they doubt the ark exists
my heart, hardened bricks
sticks and mortar, tar and grits
innocence stored in larders
a hard bargain at 50 cent
scarred tribesmen sift scents in the wind easily
eatin beets, this MC's chin drips crimson and limp speakings
swim swiftly,
this spent delivery clips ends and perms scalps
pure thirst for herbal trout, been in too long I burn it out
permanent scowls on foul opponents focused on a crown
I am bold, I am proud
and my surface is perfectly round

Okay 5Skull i like this very descriptive especially the 1st few lines

BornPower
05-27-2008, 02:51 PM
thanx.

BornPower
05-29-2008, 07:33 PM
Whether I’m spitting something retarded
Or half way decent yet guarded
I’m still hitting the margin
Fuck you critics
I beg your pardon

The way I speak unleashing heat defeating you sucker emcees
Picking you off quicker than Huckleberry Finn did Cherry’s on Trees/
Let the option be more about monopoly
Rather than bettering society/
Thinking gaining notoriety
You can be a propriety with multiple options G/



my cycloptic options topple leanin Pisas
meet this evening's speaker
the author of common problems botherin bleatin ducks
speaking of peace is easy enough
but will you feed your enemies bleedin in front of your loved ones?
troubled times have come
and I don't wanna be one of the last ones
CHI's highland wonder, but without Chris or Sean I managed to piss on lawns
position my pawns to disarm the viscious dissedents against the gods
pretend it's gone, I didn't get this strong liftin straw
my inner figures predicted the trip would be long
so I penned the Necronomicon
skeleton politics with a swift collectivist fist and impeccable chess references
his restless gift reckless with scripts
his pen, a hellish imp dealin death in the IL-est depths of corrections

Lil' Ruger
05-29-2008, 07:50 PM
hot lines dog id do a text song wit u homie havent done that in a hot minute holla at me.

ChristO
05-30-2008, 11:27 PM
...okay, only got through the first page so far...flames, okay, okay. heat. shout to chi-town south side, illinois. all the south sides in all the cities. yeah, well, wanted to get the chance to walk through robert taylor and cabrini/green...r.i.p. to wenona from ickes homes...they dropping the ghettoes out from the sky here too, so...I'm hip to this shit...anyway, got word from a chi-town soldier about suh'm. land of linc', pro to col, like...anyway, gotta' be on my fall-back shit. and one.

ChristO
06-01-2008, 01:37 PM
driven infinite distances
by an addiction to swift penmanship
blackened lips crack and split when I attack this script
first to spit and last to split
casually tip ashes spilt on my casualty's caskets
foul, I bleed black ink rapidly
black steeds travel the middle passage
cracked, savage and foreign
peasants lack the courage to grasp thorns
imagine thoughts formed
glass shattered when this dart was born
trapped and torn, Judas adapted by mornin
stood back and laughed at the fools in black mournin
his fuel, a bloodstorm stored within
breath stinkin of red drinks
he unleashes the forces of sin

...lol...bruh, Kut is in alignment. this al-jihad martial art. this far as I [a tone] got on second page so far. yeah, it's the shit I'm on. shit like the furnace heat abraham had to escape from. pardon self, I even had to atone from self, if s.p. [south philly] was right about me.
judas adapted by mourning...real ill. christ/body shit...a bloodstorm stored within...counter, no more blood to leak from the body [christ/body]...he [judas] unleashes the forces of sin...word IS bond, as al-jihad [cleansing] lives. I know wut I know. pandora's box verses the game theory...I'm over here from philly, I got the illa' nois. my boy told me I [Arm-One, 1KH] was getting good response in Chicago [about 2003/2004]. the Kut is live. the buildings up...

BornPower
06-03-2008, 03:14 PM
handcuffed
chuff sand and dust in the trunk of a van or truck
oxygen demands lungs
lookin back I understand my command was rough
cannon's corrupt stuck me up for rubber bands and such
I can handle the bumps, ups and downs
dumpsters chunky with ducks that confronted me
now my tough deeds have come to punish me
I hear shovels in the streets
blood pumps and I stuggle to breathe
adrenaline rush
this citizen unrepentant gets lifted
exhibited beneath the earth's crust
the first touch raised curtains of dust
my name, a twelve guage laid worthless, sure to rust
my fame, murdered in a circle of trust
my grave, unnamed, surfaces serviced by mud
a purposeless thug stood firm against the flood
the wormed wood burnin hoods
the first whiff of blood-matted hounds trackin packages shipped through crowds in CHIolin...
but it didn't matter now
black clouds are drafted across patches
the sadness drips ashes on my makeshift casket
I had chances to escape the madness
but I had it made
major paper trails fadin away to wails
I can taste my failed passages
but now I stagger twisted
black listed by bastard kids that don't know who Lazarus is
slack lipped, half spits his crafts dipped in hash ended spliffs
rapid tracks once tapped vanish
ashy, african-lookin, sarcastic and bookish
never shook, bitches it's Mr. Brooks
cookin up the right moment for tonight's role

BornPower
06-03-2008, 03:21 PM
...lol...bruh, Kut is in alignment. this al-jihad martial art. this far as I [a tone] got on second page so far. yeah, it's the shit I'm on. shit like the furnace heat abraham had to escape from. pardon self, I even had to atone from self, if s.p. [south philly] was right about me.
judas adapted by mourning...real ill. christ/body shit...a bloodstorm stored within...counter, no more blood to leak from the body [christ/body]...he [judas] unleashes the forces of sin...word IS bond, as al-jihad [cleansing] lives. I know wut I know. pandora's box verses the game theory...I'm over here from philly, I got the illa' nois. my boy told me I [Arm-One, 1KH] was getting good response in Chicago [about 2003/2004]. the Kut is live. the buildings up...

no more blood...that would be IL.

That Game Theory has been proven as a testament of FACTS should be apparent in my scripted attacks
gifted, with the precision of Ant, skellaton lifts maps

BornPower
06-03-2008, 09:11 PM
Frank's righteous narrative is Yang's ferris-like contemlation
pages ignited with a wide range of topics racin
in it's way
an ancient product of minds corrupted by politic's embrace
colleges are wasted on flocks of soft blockheads, panty-waisted
campaign debates
samson versus the phantom blade
cannons blazin are erased by the demands of jades
some blame the hands of fate
unable to unravel the strands orchestrated, get forced to face it
my shit's lumpier than the porrige bears ate quick
from evening to late mornin I'm traced by agents with orange bangers
their torturous aim razes fortifications
when bored I strangulate lames over sixty-four mates
my favorite soldier makes his fortune in horseman formations
a river's course changes
but my winner's score claims all angles
choruses of boardmen supportin Doc Strange through fiberoptic exchanges
bodies of squadmen decay
unpredictable, Dennis Rodman hits the pick and pop plays

BornPower
06-04-2008, 12:56 AM
this script's intentions are simplistic
for the bastards that never mastered mathematics or dig digits
y'all wack
crawl back to those tall stacks of black jack-off rags and forget about rap's crack-like callin
I'm slack jawed, flabberghasted and appalled
your backward tactics skip caps and/or scit cat get that, dog?
I spit black fogs, twist ratchets on crabwalks false flaggin
you're talkin to the captain, crunch
you're only attractin more hammers, chump
yeah, stand there stuck as david banner duck hunts
never front thug, I'm just real, bruh
keep steel tucked in cheap jeans, three and ups
sometimes my rees scuffed but killa beez still combust
I stretch lungs real to reel
my technique keeps the weak on MP crutches
ghostdeini's cobra clutch opens blunts
shonuff the shogun wrote this spritzin afro plus
but let's get back to brokeback thugs on WuCorp
the fools cavortin, true to their forms
while misconstrued, I spew a rubik's cube of sorts
mint conditioned mentals born amid bins of corn
your sticks are scorned, I penned the storm
gold, frankincense, and myrrh are the most mentioned gifts for infant lords
mist drifts in from lake michigan's shores
once again, forget this
your blessins must be hidden somewhere in storage
pages are torture to read back, much less forward
we need a WuCorp court to issue orders
here's a tissue, get rid of the simple folders
evidenced by voters
Hillary-tinted lyrics are set adrift by thick cords

BornPower
06-04-2008, 06:47 PM
Originally posted on thread "Skyscraperz"

targets acquired, shark attired
spark spirals in the night
the marksman of minds combines with dark conspirers
call me Darth Virus
my darts are alive, eyes attracted to spinal taps
magnetized, I shine brightly in the tranquil eyes of madness
cry inside, our TVs guide the trials of blackness
their vile lights track our kidz
tribesmen sit back laughin, passive in the passage of time's ticking dragon
their "backwards" innocence is our sadness
another trackless wilderness is cashed in
I am Jack's lack of passion
you all talk while I'm Brad in action
stashes in the attic, handcrafted soaps packaged
explosive chokeholds until bones crack
drop stones on brokebacks
properly honed, poems grow into crops of gold stacks
foes fold under focused attacks
shoulders boulder from the facts' atlas treatment
bronze-skinned demons feast on crabs creepin
savage and evil, I pass peaceful between patches of math dreams

ChristO
06-04-2008, 11:58 PM
no more blood...that would be IL.

That Game Theory has been proven as a testament of FACTS should be apparent in my scripted attacks
gifted, with the precision of Ant, skellaton lifts maps

...they seek to weed out the blood of abel, and the blood of abraham, and to cleanse they situation with the blood of christ, so they can possess an inhabitance. The Game Theory cd came out on the cusp of a battle against thought. just differences within a camp, about how money should be made. thought did justice, as evident. stay up...

J.T.S.
06-06-2008, 11:53 AM
https://www.vtunnel.com/index.php/1010111A/87af22d2d645e1ca181814934867ab1e84ed990c510484b741 0c9ea8315e6e82f1e83e518f4601b18472167ee05fa6ce0391 cefff197a5b9d47ebf31de7686c2045c9616584


shit, my stitches itch again
my pen easily drips venomous liquids
little kids skip scriptures and pick up big brother's guns
the grips are still rough
strength of will is my steel bustin
troubled by the innocent repercussions
attention simpletons:
don't turn this into a grim reaper discussion
my peace is corrupted by weak mumblin
keep it comin
I leave v-tunnels flooded with bleedin ice-crusted dummies
breath the dust of a man standin on a giant's noggin
tie the problems where they rightly belong
exercise the longest sight strongly
there are only two options: applaud or drop your own heat
so you think you know kung-fu?
show me
your flow is a slow leaf driftin
gettin drilled holes by killa beez
mimicry is a difficult skill to exhibit properly
your limited artistry against my unlimited armory
keys swim in my arteries
prehistoric sharks feedin on small pawns crawlin across beets
chopped degrees assault the streets
sergeant slaughter dirty moggs with thirty-aught techniques

My bad man for sleeping your lyrics pack substance, good!!

BornPower
06-06-2008, 01:30 PM
My bad man for sleeping your lyrics pack substance, good!!

thanx. been peepin ur crab tutorial. get that manual published and sell it on myspace sun, 4real.

BornPower
06-06-2008, 01:44 PM
standin tall and wizened
my cannons broaden horizons
alchoholic,
livin scriptures in retirement homes
bony grip tight on the chrome
focused and stiff
never shift position from the firin zone
medicinal bags administered
old, sad, vicious and cynical
mentals spin cyclical
*thwwwip*
spit cylindrical spirituals
sittin on benches hintin at hidden tools
the slickest flows didn't move
mobs lynch with ropes while I slit throats
spittin, I'm the Crow's grin focused
blowin holes in opponents that can't flow, show or prove

needles break notes on the groove
cheeba smoke consumed shaped the roads I'd later choose
hater-viewed, I stayed in tune escapin ancient tombs
winter blades still slay in june
lames dazed and confused
my brains trail fluids, flames and fumes
god's language translated abuses frail frames
snake versed the crane
herbs skate lightly on surfaces icily
rearranging merchandise nightly
leavin behind no prints, only a burnin scent
surf the winds
skim the surface sins of this murderer's script
spiritual purpose exempt
the curve and spin of this sermon is served with grits

BornPower
06-06-2008, 03:33 PM
sulphurous breath
a murderer's death goes unheard, buried under tons of earth
the surfaces are broken by bones gropin open air
focused vision swims through misty scripts
chosen with care, inches shown split hairs
visit the chairman of this division
desirous decisions kiss despair
Osirus strides nile rivers with his limbs bared
wolves, wered/aware prepare to howl at clouded moons
crowded rooms, proud and foolish, consume useless shouts
ruined units in view are still surrounded by fuedin townsmen
nature's greatest creation
incapable of communication, it just paces ragin and growlin
another page from Chiolin
a rusty blade engraved with foul shapes and mountains
drowned under soundless waves
I still won't back down from challenges faced
madness rages on crab-waves
changin mary's sadness to blasted plains
addicts stagger slabberin, jabberin slack-brains
the status quo collapsed under pythagorean weight
passion can actually heal this cracked state
the black debate can now attack the race
agents held back the fragmented paper traces
trailed back to placid lakes
classic black-face mastered the ass-kissin cases
commemorate the tragic fadin of our culture's cloth
our colors were once crossed
I wonder if the blood I come across is my sun's loss

BornPower
06-08-2008, 02:03 PM
this division of discipline strengthens regiments
tresure chests rest within
explosives set to tick the minutes of legends
it's my business to witness precedents set
show the Wu presidents due respect
rulers elect do stretches well rested
I get connected like I fell from heaven
my lessons learned from my presence on this wretched earth
pens service stretches of surfaces
each recession repossesses recollections of purchases
this is the perfect murder weapon
nervous restin with burners and shells,
you'd never manage to balance the burden of a cell
my questions weren't answered by the bells of war
empty cellars sell stones, gold, and souls
the precious poor overwhelmed by depths of debt restored
less is more
step through the doors opened by outspoken rebel forces
to do less would be torture
this session's edge impresses your neck's border

BornPower
06-10-2008, 01:39 PM
focused on a bogus high
I can close my eyes and globalize
this shogun wise froze opponents with his writes
it's a lonely fight
my culture is a puppet, poltergeist
vultrures in the skies float closer, gluttonous
self imposed punishment, our governin bodies are far under a hundred percent
hunters run, summoned by blood's scent
trust is the thinnest money minted
hunger turns innocent competition into a bloody scrimmage
from cheese to spinach it's agreed that green is the limit
me breathin is u gettin greased by greedy bitches
sneakily my ink is enriched by conflict
revolvers come unarmed and spit barrages
quad nick carvers, commonly called Slaughter
the product of Philly commons and Memphis Doctors
the menace of pretendin spuadrons
my mentals drip rotten
strip the spliff's bolts, my physical stiff with bits droppin
I caught the intrumental noddin
watch as ninjas kill ya talkin pigs

BornPower
06-10-2008, 01:45 PM
in the age of narcissism agent targets are repositioned
each dart is sparked by plots of demon princes
I spit and mobbs sleep with fishes
my cards are incomparable exhibitions
forget the hardest spittin, I'm the heart of my city livin
this is a shark sponsored particle twistin
sizzlin pots thicken sauces chef's concoct in the kitchen
only the garnish is missin
parolees are marksmen whistlin
snarlin men, guardians against armageddon
vicious intents pitch amid tenamants
buildins, hot are intense spots of competition
I just stopped listenin to garbage kids in the distance
my arts are the sharpest digits charged with litterin

BornPower
06-10-2008, 02:39 PM
highways relate blades of light to the strain of life
fake a-alikes play with mics and I slay them at night
my pages are the strikes agents fight
staged in such a way that their graves are denied in government papers
lames mumble about rape bein right, but I make them see the light
the beat bleeds until I concede the screams are ripe
beez in flight ignite weak egos
the bible's teachings feed the preacher's people from the steeples
the righteous seedling is harvested
the useen target of heartless demons fiending for the street's code
degrees are coals coalescing and exploding on roads I've seen globally
seen and spoken about openly, I chose scenes choked with green
focusing, I behold the dreams of a cold deity
bold chasing green, gold, and component springs
I drove broken rings and homegrown loans into the wings
no apprentice to swift spoken swings
I bend instruments with the grip of a gorilla king
the scent of Winter's killer is me
I built pyramids in the Greens
each of my cellies testaments present evidence to discredit any disagreements
homojeanius gen c leaders
stuck pigs constructed of sticks, victim's of a skeleton's lyrics breathin

BornPower
06-11-2008, 08:31 PM
do jeans make the genius?
if I bleed jesus' teachings, how could I not believe them?
to percieve is not to see, exactly
since our mental faculties have been diminished drasticly
it takes bigger faculties to battle the hazardous crab fleets
masters of dastardly deeds, bad dreams, snap rappers wearin snack wrappers, and crack fiends
pen and pad spit that ten feet
no pitty-pat, my bishop's attack entraps enemy factions in fatigues
the last a breed craftin classics over beets
switched the tactics of the opening
so swift, in fact, my pen's tracks won't show on screens
increase the postage with each of the Shogun's swings
bones blows weeds with Spring's breeze

ChristO
06-11-2008, 08:45 PM
...dude is battle tested. pra'ceed bruh...original, of origin distinction, yup...
...the homojeanius, yeah,
...suh'm like word I got from another chi' soldier
...but, so I been working to put end to the "homo-genius" state of the current era phase, the monotonous pandemic nation-wide, this systematic distinction extinction. it's peneil that's been the prison...checks-and-balances...protocol...

BornPower
06-14-2008, 02:35 PM
penmanship has always been swift and deadly
methodic melody, devils cocked and ready
shells spent hit rocks steadily
chipped shots with red beams settle mad cow disease directly
wireless connection specialist
headless metal tips revel in this hellish stench
lead swims in red thickness that drips precious
cookin books, chef's ready with crooked methods
filled with questions I built my lessons
recievin the thieves' blessin after revealin a killer confession
pastors pass cold soldiers
caskets wept over, passages read from old testaments
captive of cold blackness
my soul is restless, snappin necks on snow-flecked roads
massa's close kept remedy reflected hope while our towns were fed and doped
what was left of the message stoked flames
the growth a grain angry and rainless related slow
painfully aimed bolts of ragin scrolls rain below
I slay strangers that claim control
erase the frames of gold danglin from your skull...

BornPower
06-14-2008, 09:34 PM
grains drift across empty plains of brainless men
Blaine the Pain trains Himalayan
blank-faced, ancient and fadin
rust-flaked frames crumble away to dust at the patient's touch
my paintbrush displays ranges crushed
fame exhaled from an angel's lungs, I can't escape the flames
this untamed locust combusts when ink rushes
as my wings hum electricity streaks and runs
the rooster awake betray's Peter's trust
the truth
a cruel blade known to infiltrate Illusion's estates
knight movement ranked by eighths
my cravings scrape plates with righteous musik playin
losers debate tables with the same hate that slew Able
break loose from the grey goose cables of this fascinatin fable
the matrix has played you

BornPower
06-14-2008, 09:40 PM
chicago plots scorch block porches and corn appendages
be born and experience a builder's script as it forms visions
molds are split as my essence is poured within
four squared boardmen prepare for warfare intently
my citizen's weaponry are militant, seeking
a black panther's menace seeps into the streets
creepin sickness, only my people are afflicted with symptoms
leeched of the least wisdom
beasts consume the fruits of this wicked system
businesses are built on rocks by criminologists
spoiled rotten, poisonous darts quit arguments
cliqued revolvers spin products into winds to coat tenaments
folk-ish representatives Tom and Sam
problems expand the relative family resemblance
rockets in Iran
specialist plan beez search sandy streets for terrorists

BornPower
06-17-2008, 02:09 PM
hardwired for genius,
I start fires in small regions
old and tired regents are co-conspirers with the precinct
roads get tarred, peelin when my tires are screechin
blast pioneer speakers mathemaTICAL through eyes of needles
my growth is exported until spores seed the globe
my beez' orders are quartered,
once then again before beginnin patrol
a gun's glint is a clutched pen scribblin scrolls
this business deal won't get an appeal
spin wheels,
pigs squeal to give you an inch of ur soul
angry men spit steel at Frankilin's Benz unfoldin
but I know them
and my whole extends unbroken
there are no limits to what's spoken
I spit crumbs but u still chokin
blend notes with indented quotes
Major Payne microphones blindfolded
lines are cords uploadin codes and programs
the postal nomad
forced to attack foreigners with notepads
my Bournes in this form are facts
wittness this imperfect performance of nature's wrath
but this impatiently crafted blade can hack the matrix chapter
passive masses embrace the cage and madness
I pray in caves until my image is drafted visually
the Big Ben menace of minimalist beats
my sickness breeds
victim's pictures are concieved prerendered onscreen
my degrees are remembered by drippin ink splinters seepin
trees get heated, cool
I breathe fools thinkin they can teach school
it's too easy, why would I cheat u?

BornPower
06-18-2008, 07:58 PM
I am a hunter
lines of thunder pluck ducks from the sky
ate fivers crumble under priceless prime numbers
disconnect wires from Cyberdyne's crime wonderland
sprayed corrupt,
their product punishes man
graves dug for suns erupt from Japan
my genesis
a type of righteousness plannin a lyrical exodus from crumbs to abundance
from nothin to substance is a rough trip for big pencils
but it's simple enough for criminals with scriptable business skills
my mentals are stitched with the temple's pins threaded treacherous
bed and breakfasts are bled of red rum for the undead restin
steppin forth,
the headless horseman tortures vermin with magnetics
madness within methods
systems crash attackin this master's math lessons
imagine a savage addict jabbin left
but I rize right
exhalin air, spiralin light ignited by my eye's fire

BornPower
06-20-2008, 08:50 PM
the gods,
prophet's hands weren't always clean either
some deeds deemed evil
in the right circumstances, might even
be prescribed for the righteous people in violence
can't be tired
lines just started firin pistols individually inspired
high, bumpin retarded pod eyes, writin
the scribe hunches,
scribblin with a log of light, perspirin
chalk outlines are wired in
antennaz dangle manuals Frank pens in
each page is an agent on a dangerous mission
relocated with plastic and a gadget
drastic statistics are reformulated indiscriminant
ratchets snatched are twisted
passages dash down paths of the wicked
naturalist overgrowin monumental showboats
old bolts broke
doors kicked in, I give orders spittin
just think of it as your older siblin givin wisdom
I plot with undocumented systems
uncharted inkblots sizzlin with digits
no sausage,
sauces whipped in the kitchen pots are dispensed
rich in thought,
like feathers flock together
redder inks lead to lettered links
the uneducated gene + i = US
witnessed on blisterin streets, the risen phoenix

BornPower
06-21-2008, 05:15 PM
one dart is an artist's visual communicated through physical agents
line are stroked, provoked by instrumental pages
criminals slay in innerspace with deranged pencils
remains are dim pools coolin adjacent underage fools
complacent state-driven schools are calculated tools
faceless congregations decay the spools our ancients used
the graceful few chased from temples by rapists confused
taseless, I still chew through this
u-tube viewership through the roof with Judas' blueprintz
each passage's usage produced gifts
so it would seem
but promotional teams busted humps behing the scene's true image
the student (in some instances) still gets bruised in scrimmage
abused by sentences
a few of my codefendants began to lose mentals
printable spit
prince of endless principalities and fallacies
madness leaks through my passages' streetz
cruelly I pull back teeth savage screamin
needle tracks,
tracks bleedin black musik screamin
spill three from a newly packaged fleet practicin elite tactics
craft war games on torn pages
tounaments of aces arrangin their forces' placement
rooks, four cornered, are activated
shook, u lack my passionate patience
claws hooked
raptors pace plains with bladed beaks operatin on patients

BornPower
06-26-2008, 02:28 AM
i am the word stripped of flesh exposin ropes cinched on necks
unprovoked and lynched on the minister's steps
my shell's exits felt no pressure
compose 4-4 letters for no cheddar
my soul's lecture stays role-d as the sole connector
take it slow,
don't wanna choke on the smaller sections
anything I bottle is a product of corrections
I settle bets against collagen injected Hestons with red necklaces
within my breath exists pestilence and SIDS
stretched to the limit
my essence is infested with strength
no question
lesser percents get swifter with age
I shit on lames pretendin to spit in the name
my business is paged
defendant in nonfiction prints against the exhibited slain
it's ironic conspirin liars drip change
but my cents are flames that sense fake
scripts are laced with precision aim
a mental crane to lift my wiz from the pits of temptation
penn-sealed, no eraser
politics revealed the people's savior diggin deeper graves
leaves drift in the rain
businessmen hit their aims whisperin in my children's brains
fiscal exchanges turn dangerous when Majesty's name is mentioned
I breed magnetic seed, a masterpiece of tragedy, can't blame the Mrz.
my chances frame the pictures that dangle listless
my pain was the chisel
an endless chain of spiritual visions...

ChristO
06-26-2008, 07:38 AM
...build&destroy, destroy&build, trues...born ant christ [271-2/71] of the 1900s...heard of 19 angels summoned to protect the hell fire...half the soldiers is the women, in denial of me, so as to be against me. the other half of the soldiers are the brethren...

BornPower
07-03-2008, 01:02 AM
the CHI-nese fly high speeds @enemies
iron beez collide with blind riots against me
my flow is a crow among centipedes
broken tablets are thrown by ignorant seeds hopeless
matrix codes can't be told
but they're sold to the highest bidder
rocky road culture, vultures approach and the taste is bitter
veins are rivers shiftin missionary positions on rooftops
students confused are delusional about the rubick's cube the blocks have become
buildin flocks from the dust
the profit erupts with lungs hotter than small helicopters poppin with puns
what are rockets to suns? ur little choppers are nothin
my voice boxed puts points of rocks through your hot crust
pockets of pressure lecture my stressed joints to combustion
discussions are buck plus stitches
what I con-struct tunnels under dimensions
while high strung numbers crumble in hell's kitchens
smell it if you listenin
the tale's tell twisted with an extra drip of lemon
christian bale flicks the rails and inhales, grimacin
fadin depictions of unmarked graves and drained ventricles
physical attempts fail against mental defences
pick the grail
sip misery from the phillistine's pale injustice
eyeless pharoahs stare @ stones uninterrupted
terror-wrist chrome dishes soap when clutched
spinnin barrels lift lames from the brush

numbers, bones and dust
crust is broken and hunters choke on rust
chosen funds are corrupted by a duckats lust of men
huff and spit exit the lungs of a duck, sick
chunks of kids I grip drip rythmikly
lyrical delivery switches density
pre-scripts feed on enemies
the remedy
system secrets creep sheets intently
sheets printed scream but are treated minimally
spirits, keys tempt physical senses but are meant mental
experimental steps to a minister's weapons and temple
get hit with a wick crew
my liquid brew shifts shooters from roofs to fifths and lugers
pen maneuvers are swift, ruthless
you choose it as business,
I am living proof of existence

BornPower
07-05-2008, 01:05 AM
http://www.zshare.net/audio/14034627d6a56416/

my senses are fadin
sensors and guages tick the scripts of my physical ailments
minimal engagements
but my mistress has penciled in fiscal arrangements
businesses strangulated for a cents of sensual gratification
this bad bitch slays me and I hate it
but I crave the domination
now there's problems with papers and her blade's placement favors patients
court cases force payments
my core aches but my torch blazes
tortuous containment on life support and the sorceress grows impatient
formally normal in cadence
my soul poured coals on furnace faces
tortured and ancient
I can hardly afford to keep pace makin
my veins are painfully inflated
limbs thin, bent and shakin
mentals shift and I'm sittin with Satan
tables are shaved thin by ranks of ate men
no chaser, I flame spiffs,
the dark angel's replacement
saviors repent in Hades' caves and layered pits
I'm out of change, the same cents lay in pain with the same sins...


take it or leave it, just thought I'd share my vision of this dope ass beat by Mantis

peace

ChristO
07-05-2008, 07:27 PM
http://www.zshare.net/audio/14034627d6a56416/

my senses are fadin
sensors and guages tick the scripts of my physical ailments
minimal engagements
but my mistress has penciled in fiscal arrangements
businesses strangulated for a cents of sensual gratification
this bad bitch slays me and I hate it
but I crave the domination
now there's problems with papers and her blade's placement favors patients
court cases force payments
my core aches but my torch blazes
tortuous containment on life support and the sorceress grows impatient
formally normal in cadence
my soul poured coals on furnace faces
tortured and ancient
I can hardly afford to keep pace makin
my veins are painfully inflated
limbs thin, bent and shakin
mentals shift and I'm sittin with Satan
tables are shaved thin by ranks of ate men
no chaser, I flame spiffs,
the dark angel's replacement
saviors repent in Hades' caves and layered pits
I'm out of change, the same cents lay in pain with the same sins...


take it or leave it, just thought I'd share my vision of this dope ass beat by Mantis

peace

...yo, for our earth, we make the best shit...

BornPower
07-23-2008, 08:24 PM
my wardrums are exported by forceful lungs
borderline psychward
your tribesmen die against the Moors
inject lines of diamonds into my fiery core
mic cords swing in the breeze bleedin oil on seashores
it's time 4 the chiefs to bring order
the secret codes were there for people 2 know, but we were broke with no cents
our seeds are hopeless for any glint of gold
pens scribble nonsense to them
limitless scrolls rolled up and blown away
they may have chosen the grapes,
but I'm grown and boldly hold the weight
04 parolee,
sole controllers know how to throw plates
overdose ink,
Joker teeth sink into beats and jaw ates
draw eights into this crazy, temptation filled life
doctors charted his patience from grave to light
painless gray lenses set the stage for sight
while skaters break legs fakin shapes on glaciers of ice
trace the pages displayed in caves
translated by agents in ancient tombs
I use patients as tools
half bladed,
the blackest impregnators are castrated by rulers
old school music is in-Herod-ed and abused slowly
viewers attemptin maneuvers get broke beat
choke on these grown seeds
wholly breeded sheets are seen by old T.eams
spoken scenes of gold and CREAM streams flowin
percieved geniuses are cleaned up Bubba Gumps
stuck and stutterin, puddles of blood drip from gleamin edges
secret sessions are public,
speaking is seen as evil to the dumbest percentages
images of shiftin lectures get pressured to connect with homogenous sectors
but lesser necks bless villages with venomous mentals
villainous pencils with empty tips bent on imprinting temples
piemen die in high numbers, lined up
liars run from fires swung sky high when lighting erupts
try me, sons
wires leak suns in CHI-nese slums one time

BornPower
07-23-2008, 09:24 PM
my wardrums are exported by forceful lungs
borderline psychward
your tribesmen die against the Moors
inject lines of diamonds into my fiery core
mic cords swing in the breeze bleedin oil on seashores
it's time 4 the chiefs to bring order
the secret codes were there 4 people 2 know, but we were broke with no cents
our seeds are hopeless for any glint of gold
pens scribble nonsense to them,
limitless scrolls rolled up and blown away
they may have chosen the grapes
but I'm grown and boldly hold the weight
04 parolee
sole controllers know how to throw plates
overdose ink
Joker teeth sink into sheets and jaw ates
draw eights into this crazy, temptation filled life
doctors charted his patience from grave to light
painless grey lenses set the stage for sight
while skaters break legs fakin shapes on glaciers of ice
trace the pages displayed in caves
translated by agents in ancient tombs,
I use patients as tools
half bladed,
the blackest impregnators are castrated by rulers
old school music is in-Herod-ed and abused slowly
viewers attemptin maneuvers get broke beat
choke on these grown seeds
wholly breeded sheets are seen by old lees in the old T
spoken scenes of gold and CREAM streams flowin
percieved geniuses are cleaned up Bubba Gumps
stuck and stutterin,
puddles of blood drip from gleamin ledges
secret sessions are public
speaking is seen as evil by the dumbest percentages
images of shiftin lectures get pressured to connect with homogenous sectors
but lesser necks bless villages with venomous mentals
villainous pencils with empty tips bent on imprinting temples
piemen die in high numbers, lined up
liars runs from fires swung sky-high when lightning erupts
try me, sons
wires leak suns in CHI-nese slums one time

ChristO
07-25-2008, 06:09 PM
lol. money straight...how I does it...the ladies gotta' roll with it...I'm a shy nigga is how I roll with the chi niggas. tight. like hoover when I'm politickin', the vacuum to ya' co2 as the clock is ticking...cousin or blood [the angels], folk or people [the chi], gang or family [phila. pa.]...it [the war] don't make sense, but that's how it is and always been...now, back to the official...

BornPower
08-02-2008, 05:03 PM
taste the heinous flavors corroborated between states and speaker snakes
weak debates are screened by clear lakes
appearing and hearing cases, steaks are seared, plated
stakes and steers waiting for blades to start slaughter
magna carta,
magnum chapters authored by masters of black waters
imagine a staff of carpenters sharpening lawn darts for doctors
long plots shopped by martyrs that acknowledge wrong
sing the thieves' heartless songs of dust
drawn by crosses,
the hottest exodus has yet to begun
Pontius with questions, I was arrested and stretched next to the sun
the conscious pilot,
the strongest survivin provided with infinite ones
digital sons wired in, lies convince lives in the slums
eyes wide shut,
liars corrupt a lifeline's construction
monster truck tires mired in the fires of blood
gods locked in the pyres of lust,
Golgotha perspires the flood...

BornPower
08-02-2008, 05:55 PM
my father, the god, dropped precious jewels
robbed by dog watchmen
his unprocessed fuel was too hard to abuse
ason viewed the leak as communicated through the streets
music moves the meek to prove sheets
shooters maneuver feeds from Jupiter's rings, but this is between you and me
obscene tunes feed on untutored seeds in June
green continues to bloom without benefit to crowded citizens
compounded sentences
chopped down, grounded scents surround senses
served in consecutive dishes
elected officials collect our hard earned checks with or without permission
wait a minute, attention: the latest printed edition announces it's spent
not a drip missed; Babylon licks her lips in anticipation of more
the virgin printed purposely penetrated, but only on orders
soldiers barely old enough to shave hold blades
court cases in Hades with Kratos,
pay close attention
someday pages will post pensions...

repost

Bigot Hitman
08-02-2008, 06:43 PM
what's happening with what you sent me a message about?

BornPower
08-06-2008, 12:14 PM
follow the leader in the Midwest Testament...

BornPower
08-06-2008, 12:21 PM
listenin to Weezy's "Lock and Load" (Carter 2) I heard this...

scripted codes genesis this buildin of scrolls
literal sense of deliverance,
fitted to be limited in scope
bend physical knowns,
blend fitfully within cities controlled
increments of 3 are perceived as witnesses, watch proceedings unfold
grimace extensively,
the stench of you primitive trolls is soaked into my soul
if there is such a thing
thundering numbers run rings in my dreams
prime and never even
mind effective leadership keeps us teething,
*ahem* seething on the concepts of collaring the anomaly
collars popped methodically,
crispy starched mobs of ME
as each marches to my beat, my knowledge increases
exponential strategems, existential ramblins
one simple demand, committed
ham-handed commandments transmitted
broken discs spinnin,
over written on both existences
I have no limits...

BornPower
08-13-2008, 02:16 PM
I was promised death
the fattest check I ever chased with bladed breath
the tastiest flesh consumed by Frank's caged intellect
cubed existences bench pressed
ligaments stressed by my steel skinned neck
you no less of a man if ur heaviest gram lifted is a pen-tipped swisha
but don't get it twisted, ur crumbs are not bricks
plots thicken
my digits toss hot pots of grits at competition
stitches scream at rotted seams
complicated schemes wall in escapist dreams
paper plated regimes, slain with ink, are the blankest when screamin
pressureless sensory deprivation tanks raise ranks taken from mainstreams
nameless slain teens are erased in a day while the paler kind are played for weeks
take it or leave it, the American Dream is a machinist that plays IV keeps
fake to the teeth, ancient and evil, it's Satan's steeple
tainted seas drink rivers deliverin the minister's speeches
sinister beliefs leech the city's born
no remedy for the prettiest scorned
digitally reported, detentions are distorted into discriminatory abortions
criminally dispositioned,
apprentices are influenced by the dimmest orders
inhuman strength on mick length cords
brutal clips at the rulin tenth in business forms
kickflip porches,
minimalist portions give pause to mormon scripts

BornPower
08-15-2008, 01:29 AM
global intercourse,
postal men of force commence ceremonies with swords
cronies cry the course,
exposed phonies ride the torch and ignite the awards
hidden middlemen conspire to hide the white horse
rite riot lines until I'm hoarse,
Black Robs report times in a liar's accord
my big brother sells me shine I can't afford
last chances stand in the mind of this corpse
verbal intercourse forces limbs to limp forward
stitches torn, Bourne digits digest tracts
Smith and Wesson's getback benchpresses facts and test results
little fractions have the pulse
but often fall for calls of a baptist cult sellin rapeture and angel's dust
co-campaigns permeated with cocaine propagate my frame's rust
the dangerous draining of my generation's braintrust
chains range from the ancient's cave to the pages preceeding exodus
the creation of a ragin eruption,
updated functions print the pages of onions ripe
trigger gunmen of write, their number was five
many wonder at the wise,
never seen the son rise?

J.T.S.
08-15-2008, 11:16 AM
*ahem* seething on the concepts of collaring the anomaly
collars popped methodically,
crispy starched mobs of ME
as each marches to my beat, my knowledge increases
exponential strategems, existential ramblins
one simple demand, committed
ham-handed commandments transmitted
broken discs spinnin,
over written on both existences
I have no limits...[/QUOTE]

Hall of fame flames.

J.T.S.
08-15-2008, 11:18 AM
ligaments stressed by my steel skinned neck
but don't get it twisted, ur crumbs are not bricks
plots thicken
my digits toss hot pots of grits at competition
stitches scream at rotted seams
complicated schemes wall in escapist dreams
paper plated regimes, slain with ink, are the blankest when screamin
pressureless sensory deprivation tanks raise ranks taken from mainstreams
nameless slain teens are erased in a day while the paler kind are played for weeks
fake to the teeth, ancient and evil, it's Satan's steeple
tainted seas drink rivers deliverin the minister's speeches
sinister beliefs leech the city's born
no remedy for the prettiest scorned
digitally reported, detentions are distorted into discriminatory abortions
criminally dispositioned,
apprentices are influenced by the dimmest orders


Firewater!

BornPower
09-10-2008, 08:00 PM
patterns rattle trunks
masters hunt ducks and battle monks
traps pump the numbness constructin numbers from crumbs
deception crushes the resurrected
ledges skipped collect heads gifted
nets ripped reflect the dulled edges of our precious children
selfish and ungivin
shellfish sell scripts to the dead risen
devilish citizens of meltin test dishes,
hell is television's ghetto existence
questionable metal instruments are held by twisted apprentices,
buildins eighted and replaced with pale imitations
the state's mistake was thinking they could raise steaks
pages vaguely related to mason dicks on debates (LOL)
racist trainers embrace the observation of pain
burning tables display the trader's race to plated finishes
traitors whisper hate and the fish listen
bait and switch,
blaze trains unabridged,
if one is Abel to spit then us 2 misconstrued co-cain scripts
each layer in the pit in another lair stripped bare of gifts
you are the witness of an on-air Chairman Smith experiment

BornPower
10-14-2008, 03:04 PM
she told me to eat the fruit if I seek the truth
I can see her cruelty, but how can I grieve the moon?
so I reach and chew, self-deceit at the roots
hell's king in the booth using shells as wings to reach the roof
no rings as proof I'd sell anything but my youth
If the streets need juice, just wring my neck till the connection's through
bless the restless troops, disrespected, our best tools
destined to lose this present contest against the representative rule
checks, lessons and brews
chess, breakfast and deaths accrued
rec-room wreckages attented by ghouls tampering with messages to you...

ChristO
10-21-2008, 06:47 PM
...oooh...smith, the promise, bourne digit...choices is one and none, trues...bourne ultimatum, david's web, king david...smith [puddin'] school...class in session, lol...who roll with a skeleton crew...mic checked 12.12...m.c. cain will lose, as sure as God is able to live...lol...
...also, heads-up, what's that on weezy face...

BornPower
11-09-2008, 07:42 PM
I talk n nonlinear equations and bomb any occasion
this unfiltered presentation of da IL-est breed n da nation
faceless enemies inflate scenes w/lame schemes and capers
brains, teeth and paper layers
crane technique breaks the beams of snakes in the streets
slayer unique, I drain inks and stain sheets
paint impressionist speeches, creating clay that breathes
change the shape of this monster, an abomination's consciousness stream
charged as a thief they called me the god of dreams
the robber of demons, I launched fleets against lawless heathens
targeted by beez,
the sharpest sting drawn by false teachings
accepting marks of the beast, flesh of the hardest was weak
dark and sweet, I drink the karmic thinking a heart beats
partner 2 sparking chiefs that hardly speak
my marching priests easily cross the so-called elite
atop the tallest peaks mic cords and body forms are drawn from katas born
swordsmen of fortune forging legends from stitched flesh
dripping edges scripting the present as tense
spit unprecedented, lessons glint in every stitch

ChristO
11-10-2008, 01:32 PM
...pardon me, I had suh'm right here, moving it to skyscraperz thread. trues, stay up...

BornPower
12-04-2008, 05:16 PM
Paint pictures on the nature of killers/face the mirror and trace the names of missing victims/visit this devil with metal skin/the president of weaponsmiths/a resident physicial takings pleasure in injecting venom/my deadly connections are hidden in correction systems/precision method incisions filtering the flesh of dissonance/my name's mention is felt over distances/messages melted and transmitted by handwritten pidgeons/I am the answer to cancerous vintages/david banner spittin tanks at two dimensional images

ChristO
12-06-2008, 01:50 PM
...kutz, that's a bet. here's the deal...we won. I'll break it down in the sequence...

BornPower
12-07-2008, 10:22 PM
That's right sun. WE WON. let them decipher the tens on their own time. it's just math expressed thru words in our own form(ula)s. PEACE

BornPower
12-07-2008, 10:50 PM
I see u god. I'm doin this with a SAMSUNG and my shit is actin up on ur thread, but I'm diggin it. get urz and those harboring negative views are the cancer upon the land we r attempting to excise. Let me know when itz time to decompile the codes and ones will begin to operate...

BornPower
01-28-2009, 02:23 PM
contender with unlimited mental range,
spit twisted Mensa pages to penned and pencil patients
official mage of clansmen renegades,
paint terror-wrist situations with each statement
blades drip the page's scripts,
hatred grips this ancient weapon of print
hellish temptations wage war,
chaining their forces, a formation of hated barbarians from the North
chaos versus order, the namelesss were slaughtered and washes away in the water's course
brought to Hell's borders and taught to walk back and forth,
my gourd cracked and microphone cords rapped across my throat
the prophet minded ghost loggin posts every so often,
foolish accomplishments get chipped by vicious grits and venomous winds
get collard and snitches talk then,
government witnesses spit pillars of salt at real men
peel six off, my steel spins soft
my eagle-eyed partner burns darts in the loft with beams drawn
twist listeners into an arced helix,
charged particles were pieced into a phoenix dawn
our tenth of leaders reach their sheep with demonic arms
while I breach the farms of sleeping pawns
creep across ponds, beams assault kings and queens from tall fronds resembling small columns
repentance involves commitment to a cause,
lynched and penned with resolve by Kardinals and Kremlins behind walls
set fire to logs with the sight of a god
many tribesmen were lost to white diamonds on a cross
are we liars for laws?
keep in mind the price isn't always the same as cost
I'll die in vain for the arts,
mindful of rain my giant veins revive the five lakes with darts...

ChristO
01-29-2009, 05:12 PM
I see u god. I'm doin this with a SAMSUNG and my shit is actin up on ur thread, but I'm diggin it. get urz and those harboring negative views are the cancer upon the land we r attempting to excise. Let me know when itz time to decompile the codes and ones will begin to operate...

..movie idea for 2010...yo, eagles shoulda' won with #5
being though, u.s. tried to rinse they sins with the blood of christ...
...man, so, turning me inside-out wasn't the move for 'em
I got a bottomless pit as a groove for 'em...[that's a bet]...lol...

BornPower
02-02-2009, 01:51 PM
this box is my prison
I watch my listeners concoct digits
locked in position as products of my addiction,
the market is targeted by McDonald's missiles
if I'm not with you then the plot will still continue,
coughs and sniffles lost in the intromentals
raise the rocks of the temple until they slay the simple bosses
pained by profit, insane prophets claim millions lost
contemplate pyramids in Oz, the system is flawed
vigilant strategists gettin quartered and drawn
militant, disciplined soldiers killin villages for promotions,
we are the focus for glowin lenses
global minutemen, holed up in broken and remote pens,
emotionless, frozen stiff by prevailing political winds...

BornPower
02-06-2009, 02:47 PM
let me collect a thought,
lettuce lectures pressure rocks until they gleam for mobbz
catch my breath, a matrix of dots
take it and chart a blazing trail for marksmen of Solomon
chamberz revolve against hidden reptilians,
spread my IL transcriptions from hell's kitchens to the devil's nemesis
this rebel lyricist, Metal Gear penmanship,
spit villainous pyramids as the wizard of Id
build digits as bricks, compositions and pens,
slaughter the innocent and build coffins with dollars and grit
offered exemption by Hades I let my temptations take me,
walking along blazing lakes with Satan on aching feet

"Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody Hell...and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say."

lit screens watch me as I plot with thieves,
closeted with gods and fiends,
only honesty can fill the hollowness within me
politrix and envy are prescribed as medicinal for many,
digital enemies recommended by the bigger streams
sinners skin knees pleading for diminishing dreams,
unknowingly sentencing seeds to centuries of misery
every hand is raised in the streets,
as I contemplate these things my blade doesnt sleep,
decapitate kings as castles clash with priests
lasting elites tap ashes on crab machines,
this is my craft,
black wings flapping ink over chapters of seas...

BornPower
02-09-2009, 02:51 PM
I am the author of victims,
the god-like watchsmith eyeballin gotham's structure of chaos and addiction
lost in my commitment to the scientific,
I forgot about the bombs whistlin
involved in particle physics, the world is always endin
humans,
ruthless squabblin children that concoct quantam descriptions and bought into indifference
I tire of their cries, I am not listenin
shocked dissadents argue a hard existence,
they will call me heartless,
but pain departs and leaves discipline
even Jesus' henchmen denied membership when pressured by political measures,
when the malicious repent some call it a sincere attempt,
I contend we're denying the intelligent a guilty pleasure...

THE MASON
02-10-2009, 11:36 AM
Ill Darts

watchmen2 joint is fire

Peace

BornPower
02-26-2009, 07:30 PM
blood and gold unfolds on the walls of jericho,
cherished robes stained by the changing of goals
flames float on dead seas of hope,
our peace was broken by the pope's disease
roman breeds choke on Eden's seeds,
and now the chosen kneel to an evil king
I can see the greed in the eyes of teachers,
eager to leech the lives some died bringing
leaves fly from the east, westward
diamond minds under pressure to lie with shiny words
I question blind murderers,
use connection wires to push lines further back
fives climb from uncertain tracks and unscratched surfaces to craft unmatched services
savage and unmerciful, the masses lack purpose,
marching backwards as if the past had all the answers
dirty lepers/leopards turn to panthers for change,
chained by mandatory exchanges,
mantis manibles and strange whips contain scripts contaminated by ate fifths
hated gifts and bones forging rose gold payments,
IL stated stones behave as baited foes in cold graves...

BornPower
03-01-2009, 02:02 PM
I am the slaughter of millions
head honcho of godless pilgrims
lawless civilians caught up in visions of idealism,
you fear being lost outside the boxes of this prison
there are no gods,
no martyrs for your great cause-ality (casualty)
no gauze to wrap bleeding arteries,
now who will your liberal arts feed?
the country's heart beat has hardened to a dark evil,
temptations farmed and reaped,
we now face a dawn of laughing demons with grainy teeth
insane displays of greed,
repaid with interest by bankers of eden
fruits shaken and freed from the most sacred of trees...

BornPower
04-07-2009, 06:42 PM
follow my sandy feet across demanding peaks,
programmed to be weak,
slow dance with pro hands showing clansmen classic techniques
I have no passion for wet heat,
death is known to be an addict of sleeping kings
it's tragic and easy
fall back and see me come in contact with bastard beats
call it the path of mystique and let Allah Math leak tracks on thirsty streets
what I speak is the birth of a fiend,
immortal diseases reporting from a murderous scene
peer into this searing portal,
more sheep are supporting lords of this whore's regime
I'll C you in court, just think
we could all be at the peaks if it wasn't for "just one more thing"
how about one more drink?
how could we let our young bleed?
running machines, puncturing the lungs of a loving breed...

ChristO
04-07-2009, 06:49 PM
...if it wasn't for "just one more thing"...yeah, I seen the sign saying "slow down" like "nigga, hold up"...why they think I'm a' slow down, so I can rot?...up...

BornPower
04-20-2009, 03:37 PM
my weak knees flag,
fleabag, creaking nags flee streets in panic
no greetings from breathing green lanterns,
the G'z standard has been creased by creeping commanders
imagine beez and clansmen handled like cannons,
not the Nick brand, but digital man-
pensive channels brandished like bamboo fans
finished with the tools at hand,
grimace at the ignorance of these foolish plans-
integration with cancerous ways and demands of patience
no more,
my planet is wasting away
dragged in a spraying wake of black hearts and the darkest acts
there is no pardon for the Cardinal's target of attack,
just as our missiles are present participles of our market's lack
narcoleptics are somehow selected to spark the match,
this is an unprecendented and deceptive attack by our presidential cabinet
their dragnets catch the best we have to offer,
that bad son or daughter balled up in a black coffin,
tragic causes of death lingering like a creeping breath in winter's long kiss...

BornPower
04-28-2009, 03:12 PM
I was made as a weapon,
the blade of a second son
express my message in blood and spread it as Adam's dust
under contract as an addict,
you're contacted by this chapter's flood
my lungs blackened,
breathe the ashes of Exodus
it's no accident facts and events happened next to us
but we remain inactive,
prey to a lack of trust
slaves corrupted by a master's lust,
we prayed
and he paved a middle passage to run
through the blackness they come,
more savages captured by Harriet's tub
I prepared this cup for my brothers to sup with me,
not as government subsidies but a fleet of beez in muddy fatigues
their dusty speech rumbles drums and eats with slugs,
leaked as street drug,
there's no peace for the blind, weak and dumb

BornPower
05-12-2009, 10:18 PM
i was a local brewer,
fueled by suds and budden lights at yeshua's fish fry
totin broken biscuits,
I went broke to fix this issue of diminishing lines
criminal minds chosen to build bricks,
willing linguists slitting lips and tongues to grip the glistening rungs
dripping with blood,
you can only sense it as winds whispering above
bubbling from under the cosmic crust,
the gods we trust plot savage acts of robbery upon rods of rust
once the strong, now corrupt
powered with a coward's lying trust,
pride and want combined provided the time in place,
riots in a wasteland fading away under pacing sands

I stand under the scorching sun,
the defender of a gate
though others may leave their post or run,
I am stubborn in my labors
slaying ears of corn, taking heads of lettuce through the storm

okay, exactly. buildings up...
...the oasis, I'm former nois [noi soldier]
recreated to form a noise to warn the toys
what God's word in-the-flesh is
shit metal turds from a tech spit
whoever nervous, I'm just sick
of the world, here's a message, you can text me
word, I'm a' be born, write as a lefty
got a skeleton crew, closets is empty
headed to a safe or some pockets to empty
the righteous might just light up the night shift
wired for sound? the mic hover 'round the tight lips
...don't slip, banana clips might unload on shit
if any fat lip can't hold back the load of shit...
...buildings up...reconstruction...battling if shit ain't building right...showcase distinction, modus operandi, eat from ya' soil...debt owed, attempt to cover-up truth untold...protocol, I be the pro to col...open & shut...morpheus, this neo...the matrix, hip-hop israel...
1974...been holy war...how'd they never figure why I came so hard in my delivery...

back glistenin
I never lack discipline in back stiffenin labours
my spliffs are split with razors
bags spilt are blasted and ashes drift later
sadness drips in craters
so called savages attend the last sacred places
desecrated by ignorance
betrayed, the vigilant are imprisoned
my description is the christian's vision of the end of days
invisible, the indivisible never gets to pray
evidence of existence is still the biggest debate
this plague is a living, independent flame
a witless slave, content with a pittance unpaid
my vengeance rages
penmanship flagrant, dip twin blades in the sage's dissertation
this section's a sprint in spittin creative
impressed with a killer's depth
detectives checked his prints against the printed page
a frustrated witness to castration straps waist and waits with an infinite blaze

THUGNIFICENT
05-12-2009, 10:26 PM
really feeling all this, especially the watchmen drops. great swords, keep posting.

BornPower
05-12-2009, 10:40 PM
really feeling all this, especially the watchmen drops. great swords, keep posting.

thanks for the feed. positivity building is always appreciated.

THUGNIFICENT
05-12-2009, 10:57 PM
thanks for the feed. positivity building is always appreciated.

no doubt. feeling the blog too, for what it's worth.

ChristO
05-17-2009, 11:23 PM
...team work...yeah, this just in: next day aired out diablo, in room 302 [pa to del]...jesus lives [in phila. pa] is wut time it is...etcetera. man's sun murdered '69/ manson redrum '69. esau dies 2012/isa's rise 2012. no eses to be writ' in the script. hollywood owes me [2.15] big time...
...it's solid, right...I rolls with a skeleton crew. that's wut's happyning...

BornPower
09-05-2009, 11:52 PM
"Who is this?"
----"You know, the clever guy"
"How's that workin out for ya?"
----"Is this some kind of test, sir?"
"No, this is not a test! Who is Tyler Durden?"

I've been chasing the same piece of scenery for years,
asleep behind a steering wheel called a decent career
I cheated, dont grieve cuz I've seen the steel
been the venomous eel, insidious, whispering in ears
everyone's listening, it's right here
lives on hold, a slow process of dying in fear
lamp-lighted seers can't abide my appearance,
eye sense it clearly,
insecurities raising itz beastly jaws to feed on flocks of sheep
strike your rod upon this rock and drink,
darkness falls and lighting calls me to draw faster than I can think
elder gods guide my hands as i plan interplanetary campaigns with canisters of ink
chalk panic in the streets,
robber barons prepare their canvases with grease
parents of fiends bury their chances in debris,
no answers, just secrets kept by commanders in chief

"Sir! The first rule of Project Mayhem is that you don't ask questions, sir!"
----"What is the one thing you wish you'd done in your life?"
"I don't know....I don't feel anything good about my life, OK?"
----"Just let go!"

ride this phantom steed through panicked streets
black fights white, commanders against kings
rund cannon ink in abandoned streams,
my landing is linked with the planet's rapid shrinkage
tragic middle passages from "Egypt",
traffick river rapids, rapid with the Sleep sickness
these caskets will sink, flash a reaper's sickle and keep the benefits
fish may seem innocent but days fromt the stream and it claims a killer scent
dazed from the day's sense, my rent is paid by the eight fifth's debated existence
trained in the trenches, rain in the distance indicates that the sun's reign has ended

"I know this because Tyler knows this"
----"Take some responsibility!"
"Only by losing everything can we be free to do anything"
----"This is crazy!"
"I didn't make up some lame alter ego..."

BornPower
09-18-2009, 12:58 AM
witness a physicist's abduction,
minimal witnesses,
dig immigrant trenches and still missing the finished function
spin critical constructions to fit a business' production,
no limit to my digital munches,
while twisted I watch rigid dunces cut ribbons on gunships
rub riddums with a thumb's twitch,
I once ran numbas with Bump's clique
no crumbs drip, I'm possessed by a young pen
direct sent from red cents to dead men enslaved
headless and depraved women whip children with willing chains

--There is a level no door can reach
--Down here I make the threats....
--How do you know this?
--I know because I must know...
--I'm here to take from you what you tried to take from me...
--...it is my purpose.

on the seventh day weapons reigned with executive aim
restless stained agents lay waste to any impregnated matrix
lead is faceless, a Rorschach painted
Death bled an intense hatred for his immortal chains
forced into a forgery of pain orchestrated,
moor is subjugated by a minus high on multiplication
fire aces in wireless spaces,
climb einstein's staircases and prepare to be wasted
this is the chef's table, warfare made to be tasted
torn pages born on the morning an angel's horn faded...

"And the hour shall cometh, when Ishravel blows his trumpets,
The sky shall crack, the stars will plummet,
The sun will rise in the West you'll drown in your own sweat
And when that day shall be, I'll bet I'll see no bravery."

BornPower
09-20-2009, 02:16 AM
the smell lingers,
smoke held with no fingers
provoke shells to propel wingless,
beautiful blue steel demons used to remove men from Eden
a ruthless Eve pursuing that perfect fruitful fling,
her truth bruised the seeds that grew from her King
are you just stupid or asleep?
in plain view are keys we refute to stay deceived
brains only stimulated by greens,
raised pink only to be reigned by geeks
stay complainin on your knees,
I'm orchestrating our nation's release
communicate with capes and fiends, take to the streets and reclaim our basic needs
what would it take to feed you?
some bread, a few fish and some wine to drink, too

BornPower
09-20-2009, 08:12 PM
burn tracks wrapped in leaves loose,
show and speak the proof and pose actions over composed classics
grown with a backwood's dust,
this old shaq throws a punch precisely, while these are free-throw lines my mind's spider has spun
flow like Ghost's Ice Water over righteous drums,
rotate the bolt's tighter and hold fire alongside MightyThor against the rush
a god's pen pinches paper,
spills it's nature intent on contamination of children's imagination
don't abandon your stations and chase lazy tails in a wasteland
this is a patient plan,
to men a day is ages, but to a god it's sand

BornPower
09-21-2009, 12:53 AM
I'm tha Best With Text and Yes I'll Show Those
Peeps that Test i'll STrip ya Flesh ta Skeletal Bones
Hell Yes I'm Fresh kinda Like Produce in tha Grocery Store
Tell them tha Rest or You'll End up "Dropping out" n i ain't Talking bout da Education Board
You'll meet Death and get Better Accquainted with His No Remorse way's
For even if you Pray ta Lord Jesus he'll only Delay tha Effect untill ya Rotten Corpse Decays
Seal ya life like a Envelope, ya Head's in my Scope ya dead from wat i wrote,
no Print's for the po-lice Detectives that is my Only Request In, this Unholy Grail
Unknowingly Hail no Story's or Tail's that were invented just ta Hold Me Untill
i Grow Old or Who Know's how i Will meet my Demise, just know tha eyes can behold a lie

blown skies glow with bony fires,
conspiracy notes are wired across lowlands and spires
no shark loans can raise the interest higher,
spark unknowns and sharpen my rusty chrome on mercs hired
full-service twin murderers burn surfaces when inspired,
my old digits retired only to return on turntables and mics
I learned the game from a player's lies,
congregations adjourned for the night deserve to be slain on sight
a play on words Tyler Durdened for the burden to be write...

BornPower
09-30-2009, 02:43 PM
penalize lines as regulataz,
paralyze liars w/onions,
layers of razors troubled by my son's betrayal
incubated for 28 days the sharp grade is a lethal dose
concentrated barber brigades,
marching in a slaughter's rain up the steepest slopes
treated as a creeping roach,
breathe the smoke of tray sees on approach
shores break on shady beaches,
paint hurricane breezes on broken coasts
see the chains show on my low-grade coats,
on this voyage I'm a stow-away chasin a made-up ghost
my papers are mason-owned,
constructed of bones and chased with chrome
orchestrations of flagrant notes, it's a shame
instead of burning stages and dough we collaborate alone

"they are everyone and no one...
I won't lie to you...
...stand your ground...every one has died.
...there is a path...
I see providence...I see purpose.
3 captains, 3 ships, 3 directions."

Skull cracking partnership the universal star above the battleships
In a jet sick hovering above the strips unleaded fugitive
Commercial saints bound, then gagged remove the ribs
Smoothest digs feast on your eats finger fuck your wis
Crabs i give knuckle stamps to wigs the pressure rigged
Drop kick the pigs tainted bids for niggas that fire fibs
Never approached with true lies props for shows we did
The PJ's paid a grenade in the crate no bloody escape
Fly with a cape sexual carnival bitches drop the drapes
Chest banging apes monkeys with big bananas
My grapes blue thanks to dirty Diana
Removed her bathrobe dug her out til i curled her toes
I'm fish market fresh passed every exam without studying
no who's the best? Buddha blessed recitals
Marley joints and sideshow sauwed offs
Atheists stabbed in eyes with a cross
Inherit the voodoo dolls evil as i launch
Gym stars loaded kiss the dragon needles
Watch out for feeble feds riding in regals
half nice soda drinking rappers feel the slice
Orange juice leaking learn how to copyright
Abstract ice i bam bam for life

...and if you couldn't tell by my sublime grind, my time is prime/
chop dimes and quarters to feed my daughter, this order's divine/
divorced from the shine, I scribe grimy rhymes in order to find/
some sorta solace for my palette during these unfortunate times/
disproportionate crime, I'm stickin d-boys while they snortin up lines/
I'm outside in ya Porsche while you dine, police forces are blind/
I purchase a dime, then I'm in the wind like a porch fulla chimes/
I'm forcin these lines, the sorta kind that borderline torture ya mind...

BornPower
10-06-2009, 10:24 PM
my lenses have been infested with glass,
no vision test I haven't passed
it's just my scrimmagin with beginners has just been classed
attacked by bass-ackwards slapsticks,
my business of mathematics is twisted needle-point to addicts
bees annointed by leavened leaves,
seething voices scream speeches in creepy passages
leeches attach swift,
bleed black on deceived masses and spit havoc on leaked tracks
I race the pack on inter-league contracts,
ungodly,
I breathe disease and *koff, koff* on contact
call Barack, where the jobs at?
and watch our commander fall back on that same old jaw-jack
my fault,
he do no wrong cuz we ALL black
but my sold-iers are still on call to be on blast
if you don't watch me then we'll be robbed by our own cash,
shown last in a race we carved from ashes

J.T.S.
10-07-2009, 12:49 PM
my lenses have been infested with glass,
no vision test I haven't passed
it's just my scrimmagin with beginners has just been classed
attacked by bass-ackwards slapsticks,
my business of mathematics is twisted needle-point to addicts
bees annointed by leavened leaves,
seething voices scream speeches in creepy passages
leeches attach swift,
bleed black on deceived masses and spit havoc on leaked tracks
I race the pack on inter-league contracts,


Whew your darts are crazy ill!

BornPower
10-08-2009, 08:58 PM
my lenses have been infested with glass,
no vision test I haven't passed
it's just my scrimmagin with beginners has just been classed
attacked by bass-ackwards slapsticks,
my business of mathematics is twisted needle-point to addicts
bees annointed by leavened leaves,
seething voices scream speeches in creepy passages
leeches attach swift,
bleed black on deceived masses and spit havoc on leaked tracks
I race the pack on inter-league contracts,


Whew your darts are crazy ill!

thank you.

your own weaponry is IL and extremely sharp.

peace.

Poison Flowerz!
10-09-2009, 04:32 AM
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BornPower
10-11-2009, 09:00 PM
may the choir's voices lift me on pensive wings,
grant me the serenity to keep the piece
speak my peace,
greeted by gleaming rings over the heads of kings
I just left my hellish jeans in the dressers of connected fiends,
deceptive queens,
wreckers and schemes that leave my chess scenes in disheveled pieces
we are rebels to the weakness,
the diseases from felled trees infest sheep and seeds alike
speak the plight of my people over beats, steeples and mics
teach them to write,
teach them to fight these white pages with wise placement
if you don't try you won't make it,
let it go, your blade is wind,
you are the creator, the Maker, a face of the fifth
I traded some of this to run in Hades, unlit
unfit to be funded by fundaMENTAL gifts, I ached
to be whole in cents, a hole in the sense of being made in another's shape
even if I fold and fade my own shame won't hold me long in temptation's wake,
walk wind-blown lakes with jonah and debate a whale's weight of prophecy
yes, Gotham will bleed if we let the watcher free,
for every dollar it sees it grows larger and feeds
even farmers and priests march collectively in sharp formations,
forests ablaze as this force faces justice in the form of Satan

BornPower
10-31-2009, 12:20 AM
Datpiff (http://www.datpiff.com/pop-mixtape-player.php?id=m65222a7)

pinpoint a fifth's voice,
felonies are webbed by melodies spelled 2 el's and 2 e's
bruce leroys employed against ninjas in deep soil
release coils of feed,
leaked decoys linked in attempt to sink teeth and destroy
pull them reeds, boys
watch our waves swim densely in windy cities,
infiltrate enemies and demonstrate my ability to stitch vivid debates quickly
spit unvisited liberties on slimmer screens,
imagine civil penalties collected by weaponless killer bees
interactive dental committees molest instrumental keys
eight tracks are discontinued while bigger brands feed on menu beats
tempo unique and me
fuel to planes, I fool the plain into thinking I fit two feet
cubed, it plays roost to Rooks, Queens and Knights
taste my blade,
chew the page and lose Lee Majors on the King's die
call my technique screen saver, screaming eraser,
bleeding lasers, the team slayer of any ring of players
onions think layers of designs, ranks and files devoured
hear my voice in the final hour,
anointed by the point cipher powers

"The style that you use, a classic technique. The same style that I've been using too, since I was six. That's how I knew it."

"Well, tell me then. Which of these various styles you think is the best then, eh?"

"The best idea is to combine the best of all styles, put them together..."

ChristO
11-01-2009, 12:27 PM
...it's '09 o'clock now, haven't you heard then...

BornPower
11-15-2009, 10:42 PM
...it's '09 o'clock now, haven't you heard then...

I've heard and seen, in the process of activating speech soon

:mmmyah:

BornPower
11-15-2009, 10:58 PM
my rest has been disturbed,
a pestilence of negligence across my earth
nailed to crops of dirt,
only lower gods, oil and profits work this hard surface
slaves to a purpose now unknown,
grown proud and now paid in worthless stones
all roads serve the throne and I am Servant of the Bones
burner of divine notes,
my fires spoke of light in the darkest knight alone
white powder lines a diamond crypt of souls,
I am the imprint of Emperors of old
a spirit of scrolls, I exist as hieroglyphs in a scholar's mind
harbringer of the divine,
as it is chiseled, some will die
this sluggish gun design is not mine,
as my lungs perspire in a fiery haze, blazing ink flies
lazy, leaky writes
engraved beaks in flight,
graying beards orchestrating meetings over peace pipes
some cheat to be right, scheming c-alikes,
their limited spectrum only registers red beams of light
headless digits victims of viral lines of code,
spiral g-knowns,
wireless sheets composed by a tree's sole and heated chrome finishes
we are the soul's genesis, not green gold apprentices
kings and sole progenitors of swinging sword sentences
breathe souls into green bowls and other assorted instruments,
board missions on a missile's border finds the mortars missin
Al-Quada, foul raiders writing towering razors,
more descriptions of terrorist forces faceless and formed of digits
pour orange mixes into a soldier's engine,
my air supports scores of symptoms and hunts hordes of victims
as a solo scorer in recorded events
I can't afford to board Charon's float so I ford the river Styx,
swallow a hog's hollow sword and it won't be hard to forget I exist...

-I must apologize
Apologize for what?
-For this...

*fighting sounds*

The oracle has many enemies. I had to be sure you were the One.
-You could have just asked
No. You do not truly know some one until you fight them.

ChristO
11-17-2009, 08:57 PM
I've heard and seen, in the process of activating speech soon

:mmmyah:
word. words, sword. 3 to 2 moons remaining.

BornPower
09-24-2010, 03:50 PM
if I was shot to death on Friday, the 13th and shit
I seen who did it? are my killers now deep in shit?
gods showed and proved same year I was born again
in my mind yelling “I’m a’ live forever!” so, it’s on again?
I’m thinkin’ why the-fuck I’m still here if noone can see me
gotta’ have patience? shiii, tell that to my nerves, fricassee’ing
done put up with some stupid-asses putting they souls up
for they assets, actin’ like I ain’t shit and I don’t have sense
so, azrael said president nixon had me murdered?
I’m still investigatin’ shit, yeh, system did me dirty
I know, shoulda’ seen how they chose I hung to have me buried
shiii, I still went to work, after 33 murders
they got me in they files as a patriot who fought in their war [korea]
u.s. will return the favor, ‘cause I’ll turn this playground into a graveyard
shiii, believe it or not, I’m Allah, therefor I am God
I ask u.s. tho’, why am I still in-the-flesh? naw, I ain’t gone...

to kill the stillness I forced order into existence
more than boredom on a mission,
I am the game board and every afforded position
calculated to claim shores and maim hordes,
ingrained when a brain's born
my slang storms and rains gore from old stitches
blade-sworn as a grave's lord,
my co-Cain blows foes and fleets as cold sleet
frozen in orange beats,
we flow over soulless streets and form choruses of ink...


peace, G. I had to jump on this bumpin that Cuban Revolution (http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=video&cd=1&ved=0CDIQtwIwAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D3Mj hlDY8M9Q&ei=7wCdTNqvE8KcnAeKmaXJDQ&usg=AFQjCNE5zmRYdtpQoPrO6AO-cfEeWcMP6g)

ChristO
09-24-2010, 07:08 PM
once again...solid...

BornPower
11-01-2010, 07:27 PM
Royce da 5'9, DRAMA (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiznIbSuYds)


Suspended from burning leaves I sip the courage to succeed,
before I form storms and seas from chords and ink I must learn to breathe and perform speech
torn from bordering streams and lights,
I am heralded as the fifth lord as ether ignites
a green giant bleeding dragons and wreaking havoc,
strings and static are my calling cards and streets are blackened
screams and ad-libs are live action and added to massacred tracks,
my only math is addition and facts, my mind's massive and the globe's on my back
middle-map madman battlin' my reflection in spasms,
weildin' metal magnums I jack sums until my gat cums
a masked sun contracted to gather the last ones in existence,
my flask's plug runs crimson, flashing slugs dash from fronted positions
ruptured livers glisten and I'm the doctor called to administer stitches
pump rivers and fish for a dream,
in Uncle Sam's visions I'm a rotten menace and my skin's green
twist fleets and pick apart police with as guillotine's artiste,
each dart is a priest and they prey for more feasts

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
11-01-2010, 08:21 PM
nice work skel

THE MASON
11-02-2010, 04:34 PM
to kill the stillness I forced order into existence
more than boredom on a mission,
I am the game board and every afforded position
calculated to claim shores and maim hordes,
ingrained when a brain's born
my slang storms and rains gore from old stitches
blade-sworn as a grave's lord,
my co-Cain blows foes and fleets as cold sleet
frozen in orange beats,
we flow over soulless streets and form choruses of ink...


blink and you not Abel, cascade into the realm of fable
folklores and legends unstable, rooms made from marble
stone caskets cover the walls, we all hard boiled
the killers in the closet with a shelf of skeletons
empty rifles and no medicine, meda vacs not promisin
the mission to recover those who are missin
bridgin gaps between nations, abominable north creation
winds and ice cover signal towers of radio stations
we intergratin, meta physics and philosophy
foundations of my hip hop policy, polly with me
aint no one can police me, masters degree
droppin knowledge of scholars, welcome to my academy

BornPower
11-02-2010, 05:06 PM
blink and you not Abel, cascade into the realm of fable
folklores and legends unstable, rooms made from marble
stone caskets cover the walls, we all hard boiled
the killers in the closet with a shelf of skeletons
empty rifles and no medicine, meda vacs not promisin
the mission to recover those who are missin
bridgin gaps between nations, abominable north creation
winds and ice cover signal towers of radio stations
we intergratin, meta physics and philosophy
foundations of my hip hop policy, polly with me
aint no one can police me, masters degree
droppin knowledge of scholars, welcome to my academy

the academy's forgotten disciple trained to drop bibles,
your bombs are my rifles brought to life with some blanks
scholars rein colleges in alcoholic tanks,
too brolic for your bottom ranks, we collar banks and crush problems with mixtapes
too bent to sip straight, my piffs are built from winter lakes
middle states buildin weight and delivered in shipping crates,
kill Gamorran estates and pour salt on broken dinner plates
stones based on neutralizations of acids and bases,
spit blackened faces over tracks and astral equations

THE MASON
11-02-2010, 05:14 PM
the academy's forgotten disciple trained to drop bibles,
your bombs are my rifles brought to life with some blanks
scholars rein colleges in alcoholic tanks,
too brolic for your bottom ranks, we collar banks and crush problems with mixtapes
too bent to sip straight, my piffs are built from winter lakes
middle states buildin weight and delivered in shipping crates,
kill Gamorran estates and pour salt on broken dinner plates
stones based on neutralizations of acids and bases,
spit blackened faces over tracks and astral equations

we bring it back to the basics, strap timbos and yall rockin Asics
throwin up flagrant fouls for the ages, my wisdom is ageless
therefore, my rhyme books are pageless, i move faceless
ghost warriors swing a battle axe at you major disgraces
bless by the graces of godly mages, cerebus in my cages
check my status but it changes, iron robes of the ancients
fuck facebook, read a book with paper pages
under pressure but we aint blowin out no gauges
dismantle emcees who attempt to be couragous
UNIFIED UNDER BANNERS OF THE BASEMENT!!
fuck them and there worthless statements

BornPower
11-02-2010, 05:51 PM
we bring it back to the basics, strap timbos and yall rockin Asics
throwin up flagrant fouls for the ages, my wisdom is ageless
therefore, my rhyme books are pageless, i move faceless
ghost warriors swing a battle axe at you major disgraces
bless by the graces of godly mages, cerebus in my cages
check my status but it changes, iron robes of the ancients
fuck facebook, read a book with paper pages
under pressure but we aint blowin out no gauges
dismantle emcees who attempt to be couragous
UNIFIED UNDER BANNERS OF THE BASEMENT!!
fuck them and there worthless statements

under the basement's banners I politic with blades and commanders,
locked in caves with cannons we are marksmen,
often mistaken for Dr. David Banner enraged
spitting stances on-stage, our shifting sands never age
bandits blazin' gauges, our plan is a simple statement:
we ain't playin.
keen agents on the scene sprayin contaminants on beets,
we prey on police like wolves on grazin sheep
our souls on page broke lanes in the streets,
the stone of a provoked Cain,
I proclaim your stolen flames a cold defeat

BornPower
11-02-2010, 05:55 PM
we bring it back to the basics, strap timbos and yall rockin Asics
throwin up flagrant fouls for the ages, my wisdom is ageless
therefore, my rhyme books are pageless, i move faceless
ghost warriors swing a battle axe at you major disgraces
bless by the graces of godly mages, cerebus in my cages
check my status but it changes, iron robes of the ancients
fuck facebook, read a book with paper pages
under pressure but we aint blowin out no gauges
dismantle emcees who attempt to be couragous
UNIFIED UNDER BANNERS OF THE BASEMENT!!
fuck them and there worthless statements

the first few lines of this made me say "oh shit!" and what's crazy is that I started bumpin stained scriptures before I logged on and I end up goin back and forth with you, Bronze!
you killin it and i'm feedin off your energy, sun.
peace

THE MASON
11-02-2010, 07:11 PM
under the basement's banners I politic with blades and commanders,
locked in caves with cannons we are marksmen,
often mistaken for Dr. David Banner enraged
spitting stances on-stage, our shifting sands never age
bandits blazin' gauges, our plan is a simple statement:
we ain't playin.
keen agents on the scene sprayin contaminants on beets,
we prey on police like wolves on grazin sheep
our souls on page broke lanes in the streets,
the stone of a provoked Cain,
I proclaim your stolen flames a cold defeat

snatch every ember and watch time start to wrinkle
i walk through cosmic temples, enter at different levels
spells are bound to innerspace rebels, rebellion medals
liquidated heavy metals, purify, solidify before it settles
mettle in affairs of man, pray lords cast of these devils
on a mountain were they sit with a iron mace gavel
.5 Kuts across the face razor sharp bass slice treble
similies smile back when we sequence our sequentials
credentials are contaiminated when wacks cuttin crossfaders
sabre tooth tiger shift shapin in and out of chambers
reform by shape shiftin through wires in your speakers
voice of the holy teacher, the devils meet and greeter
dreamweaver, spinning webs in the minds of decievers
turn creatures into newspaper features, heatseekers
thermal scopin aerial dynamics and land speed of cheetahs

THE MASON
11-02-2010, 07:13 PM
the first few lines of this made me say "oh shit!" and what's crazy is that I started bumpin stained scriptures before I logged on and I end up goin back and forth with you, Bronze!
you killin it and i'm feedin off your energy, sun.
peace

PEACE!! respect fam, always love the style

BornPower
11-02-2010, 10:45 PM
.5 kuts across the face razor sharp bass slice treble
similies smile back when we sequence our sequentials
credentials are contaiminated when wacks cuttin crossfaders
sabre tooth tiger shift shapin in and out of chambers
reform by shape shiftin through wires in your speakers
voice of the holy teacher, the devils meet and greeter
dreamweaver, spinning webs in the minds of decievers
turn creatures into newspaper features, heatseekers
thermal scopin aerial dynamics and land speed of cheetahs

dayum bronze!
9:|6

THE MASON
11-03-2010, 02:30 PM
peace .5Kut, dont mind me lol

J.T.S.
11-11-2010, 10:29 AM
Bronze and 5kut damn ya'll go hard!!

ChristO
11-15-2010, 07:11 PM
yeh, contract, lol...bomb blast effect
God has to wreck, flames came hard from the depths
this marking the day of homicide 336
'05 o'clock, phila. pa, wu-tang the dance...
...I'm into building, I'm in the building...too strong
the force against the farce, when the lost be too gone
manholes cracked open, luci now lucy to me
like what eve tempted with, shit is too fruity to me
yeh, I'm the mongolian king nostradamus warned of
napolean [luciano] tried to recruit me, but some shit I ain't fond of
I ain't turn you in, I turned you into the babies' momma
I ain't playing, lucy, wear bullet-proof pajamas
if you plan on sleeping on what I keep it on
that's def con 5 when the heat is on
skyline got blown open five years ago, method man
took the bait...came out with the "yah'mean"...that took the cake...

BornPower
11-20-2010, 06:05 PM
yeh, contract, lol...bomb blast effect
God has to wreck, flames came hard from the depths
this marking the day of homicide 336
'05 o'clock, phila. pa, wu-tang the dance...
...I'm into building, I'm in the building...too strong
the force against the farce, when the lost be too gone
manholes cracked open, luci now lucy to me
like what eve tempted with, shit is too fruity to me
yeh, I'm the mongolian king nostradamus warned of
napolean [luciano] tried to recruit me, but some shit I ain't fond of
I ain't turn you in, I turned you into the babies' momma
I ain't playing, lucy, wear bullet-proof pajamas
if you plan on sleeping on what I keep it on
that's def con 5 when the heat is on
skyline got blown open five years ago, method man
took the bait...came out with the "yah'mean"...that took the cake...

booked and baked,
paraded and orchestrated by pawns or maybe the rook's trade
look to one's self to be saved,
rough abrasions by the blood of staked men
straight steaks for buffets of sin,
gods stray from the ways of repentance
log long sentences and debris for hog ministers and their seeds
falling bombs preach of a peace of mind,
a wrong kind of piece gleaned from deceitful times

ChristO
11-26-2010, 08:55 PM
...right, in the bldg., into building...force them condos to vamanos...
...our grounds sacred, conflict-tainted...
...if the chosen give up they land, then the grounds' barren
nobody controlling my essence, I'm 'bout to bomb arians
not racist, just against erasism...apocolypto/pile a' clips yo
no eses writ' in about it...that's how we git though
pass me the w8mbs for my vessel, that's how we get doe...

THE MASON
11-29-2010, 08:58 PM
imma verbal symbologist, and im trapped in the middle
flick a dynamite stick, stroke the eyebrow for a signal
its simple, wired up to detonate, set in place..........
demonstrate, effectiveness in combat with a tin hat
dont hesitate, dont sit back, check your six then relax
bury the hatchet, lost in the jungle without matches
wounds, no patches, morphine dreams but no actions
no factions, just a warrior excerising his own passions
black and white magic, allied and axis tactics...........
tragic transfers translated through the tablets..........

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
11-29-2010, 09:36 PM
nice slang yall skull and bronze

BornPower
11-30-2010, 07:23 PM
imma verbal symbologist, and im trapped in the middle
flick a dynamite stick, stroke the eyebrow for a signal
its simple, wired up to detonate, set in place..........
demonstrate, effectiveness in combat with a tin hat
dont hesitate, dont sit back, check your six then relax
bury the hatchet, lost in the jungle without matches
wounds, no patches, morphine dreams but no actions
no factions, just a warrior excerising his own passions
black and white magic, allied and axis tactics...........
tragic transfers translated through the tablets..........

when the truth matters my crew's tools are magnetic,
passionate aggression fused with primal weapons
timed trials and methods combined with the mind of a felon,
when tossing any die against corrections, to die is the final lesson
ideas collide with lies,
problems seem to multiply then disappear in time
images are stitched to sketches and clear divides
as each is diminished,
the remnant are guided by fishermen in timbs kickin up fives...

BornPower
01-07-2011, 10:10 PM
...hastily drawn from databases and ponds
I twist pawns into viscous hawks to assault my opponent's forces
general of one side of smiling fortune,
logic is my guide and drives my hordes to slaughter your plotting priests
connect corners and dots with fleets,
even given your daughters and seeds, I must kill the King....

jahnyjigler
01-08-2011, 10:33 AM
from the echos of silence a battle was born
patiently sharpening my sword now concrete is torn
enough corn voltron foam deform helpless pawns
Falcon Crest behold the Kings returns' masses throng
blood pours bullet proof no holes in the song
5kut five in the gut police laugh getting head 2 sluts
visual is wrong
revolvers resolve in morse code we spoke to evolve
dirty weaponery shining armour tactics Shaolin Lama will solve
fíction defeat i remain on my feat firm untouched virgin teens tit
crashing plane oxygen mask Michael Jackson This is it
no light in darkness Burning Plane gravel in the pit

BornPower
01-08-2011, 09:49 PM
from the echos of silence a battle was born
patiently sharpening my sword now concrete is torn
enough corn voltron foam deform helpless pawns
Falcon Crest behold the Kings returns' masses throng
blood pours bullet proof no holes in the song
5kut five in the gut police laugh getting head 2 sluts
visual is wrong
revolvers resolve in morse code we spoke to evolve
dirty weaponery shining armour tactics Shaolin Lama will solve
fíction defeat i remain on my feat firm untouched virgin teens tit
crashing plane oxygen mask Michael Jackson This is it
no light in darkness Burning Plane gravel in the pit


each challenge is met with volts channeled through my neck,
a vandal's flesh burned, hands formed as weapons forged
Sectioned words collected by internets and letter worms,
each lesson in turn is returned by questions,
directions and verbs burned and returned to the essence
heavy chisels lift and chip bits through secure connections
lured by those curious of my fifth commandments,
each channel of ten is rubber-banded and chased by eigths
traced to straight boards, opposing lanes and armies arraigned,
my discography is arranged to fit this philosophy and Wu-Tang....

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-09-2011, 01:42 PM
nice work 5kut keep killing e'm

jahnyjigler
01-12-2011, 04:35 PM
forged from still birth i spit the reel berth
far from a movie the script unfolds death
rituals begin satelites drizzle datã topologies girth
firewalls crash software Katrina bytes of mash
virus volts impact destruct backup bios crisp and ash
riots disbelief online attack terror-bytes amassed
format no recovery drive fool till you reach bill gates
technical knockout engineers collapse
AVG seal fates
users left visually epiletic from this epic confused algebra n metric
copy or paste you are cut and deleted yo champ is defeated
too late to reboot you forgotten you floppy..

BornPower
01-12-2011, 10:59 PM
forged from still birth i spit the reel berth
far from a movie the script unfolds death
rituals begin satelites drizzle datã topologies girth
firewalls crash software Katrina bytes of mash
virus volts impact destruct backup bios crisp and ash
riots disbelief online attack terror-bytes amassed
format no recovery drive fool till you reach bill gates
technical knockout engineers collapse
AVG seal fates
users left visually epiletic from this epic confused algebra n metric
copy or paste you are cut and deleted yo champ is defeated
too late to reboot you forgotten you floppy..

while I chop jalopies and hardly copies of my hard disks,
only charred remains get sifted,
scars and pain the only evidence the data existed
classified and indifferent,
quantified equations are the only things on this agent's agenda
decimating flagrant pretenders,
I blaze plays and cinemas with righteously attained cinders
please return this embarrassing grade to sender,
set the cattle to graze upon plagued placentas and their hatred-filled winters
post slaves slowly wade waves and paved centers,
four days give way to six hours, who's blade is swifter?

THE MASON
01-13-2011, 02:17 PM
whos blade is swifter, the shape shifter, soul shaker
bone breaker life taker, does X mark the spot?
or are we lost with no saviour, heavens game player
most valuable triple A grader, fuck a light sabre
dagger tooth in the booth, choke slam like vader
now does everybody meet their maker? forsaker
maniacal violator, tradin places with creators
creatures of the night, no vampires or werewolves
centaurs with fire hooves, breakdown time to choose?
did you follow the clues? ol ladies singing the blues
a time bomb no one can ever diffuse

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-13-2011, 04:25 PM
Slap the fifth given the gift slit cha wrist to this hip hop
i'm never pop always tripping off the doja in the dojo/
cold as a winter chill, all skills no luck
stylize iron out cha chamber my sword be liquidation to anything manifested/
ingested injected interrupted by detection of the infected
21 days later get cha gators your flavor is burnt crispy/
cold as a gypsy’s hustle in the ides of march
show your sharks my pen sparks never park in ya territory/
glory vicious sitting up on talent balance beams
out weigh schemes institutionalized dreams/
riches and fame don't impress me...The Sheep
deep as the red sea drinking bloody mary's
while opposition floats in the river with a silver quiver in there apex/

jahnyjigler
01-15-2011, 04:34 PM
hold the racket lethal weapons?couldnt swat a smurf with a ratchet
blue sky black death my turf holy terms souls on the market
sole survivor drivebys n shootouts i skate through hell
burn flames Xgames mcs flip n crash skirts exposed tampons
rip yo death extract yo mind devour answers
eat you slow absorb nutrients leakin bladders multiple cancers
adrenalin stab to yo chest wake up its only freddie
weed the weak light em up puff on em bad boys for a week
formular 1 hi-speed on a track this Hamilton-is a twista
gorrillas in the mist u punching bags caught in the fog hey Mr
Dj spin this back Beatles i think devils on tha song.

jahnyjigler
01-21-2011, 02:58 AM
drapped in blood stil i battle oñ cut but barely bruised
ipad the cruiseship through mud titanic this iceberg amused
guard yo chest even the God of War evacuating his nest
i cradle with angles mount olympius baby bottled Zues
punching bags hands are loose fist curve yo brains in medula juice
War Unites-Tactical Anilitical Ninjas Germ spread WuTang killer bees
the world on its knees? No the solar system begging please
not even the wages of sin could pay for yõur fees
i school these kids little fishes in the sea
food for thougt only maids dõ dishes the holy ghost praying for wishes
you need faith miss Evans im worth the wait un- buckled my belt
no air bags i survived yo crash at the core of the sun no heat was felt
my cold cobra clutch melt contendors claiming they pack heat.

BornPower
01-22-2011, 01:04 AM
hold the racket lethal weapons?couldnt swat a smurf with a ratchet
blue sky black death my turf holy terms souls on the market
sole survivor drivebys n shootouts i skate through hell
burn flames Xgames mcs flip n crash skirts exposed tampons
rip yo death extract yo mind devour answers
eat you slow absorb nutrients leakin bladders multiple cancers
adrenalin stab to yo chest wake up its only freddie
weed the weak light em up puff on em bad boys for a week
formular 1 hi-speed on a track this Hamilton-is a twista
gorrillas in the mist u punching bags caught in the fog hey Mr
Dj spin this back Beatles i think devils on tha song.

drapped in blood stil i battle oñ cut but barely bruised
ipad the cruiseship through mud titanic this iceberg amused
guard yo chest even the God of War evacuating his nest
i cradle with angles mount olympius baby bottled Zues
punching bags hands are loose fist curve yo brains in medula juice
War Unites-Tactical Anilitical Ninjas Germ spread WuTang killer bees
the world on its knees? No the solar system begging please
not even the wages of sin could pay for yõur fees
i school these kids little fishes in the sea
food for thougt only maids dõ dishes the holy ghost praying for wishes
you need faith miss Evans im worth the wait un- buckled my belt
no air bags i survived yo crash at the core of the sun no heat was felt
my cold cobra clutch melt contendors claiming they pack heat.

no kid gloves can damage me,
I'm Danny cannons against your Gibson seeds and kiddie calamaties
thick scripts trip skater bids on my paved streets,
unknown games get stoned by raging seas and grown man agencies
my programs gain speed by overstanding graded knowns and solutions,
instead of notes and grooves I penned explosions and confusion
sent in smoke to classrooms and students,
the gifted distance themselves from toking on brown bruises and broken substitutes
even if enemies came against me trained, draped and drenched
their shapes are easily cut, measured and stitched by this god, weathered and bent
Death's wages are not easily paid, but spent in angry ignorance
to be awake is a gift while you ache to have your brain twisted....

jahnyjigler
01-23-2011, 02:09 PM
my brain is already twisted my hair taking turn u can now call me dredy /who sleeps when babylon weeps im constantly Crystalising a Lot of salt / listen demigod im from the land of the lost aint no demigod's over here /guerilla warfare im blinding you with flair this aint even fair u trapped in my lair /floss and taunt im the ghost who haunts close that vanity fare /exposed don fuck with me i know you just hit menopause /the clock is ticking no its a bomb thats clicking /whose next on my roaster rhymes are heat seeking /wingless fallen demons still teething flightless sins i mock em with real beatings

BornPower
01-24-2011, 07:24 PM
my brain is already twisted my hair taking turn u can now call me dredy
who sleeps when babylon weeps im constantly Crystalising a Lot of salt listen demigod im from the land of the lost aint no demigod's over here guerilla warfare im blinding you with flair this aint even fair u trapped in my lair
floss and taunt im the ghost who haunts close that vanity fare
exposed don fuck with me i know you just hit menopause
the clock is ticking no its a bomb thats clicking
whose next on my roaster rhymes are heat seeking
wingless fallen demons still teething flightless sins i mock em with real beatings

You crowd me with moldy teeth and crown me with your atrocious schemes,
how dare you approach the regime and howl when your soul is bereaved?
I am bones and leaves, the stone no one believed in,
there is no poaching in my trees, I dispose of grossly deceived heathens
I am the rotation of seasons, grown impatient at your bleatings
my shadows are cold and embrace your fake teachings,
what awareness is there in mocking an elemental of the air you're breathing?
stare at seething waters and see the message get garbled,
I stitch mountains with bleeding garters,
chips fountain and become weeping seas of uneven marble....

jahnyjigler
01-27-2011, 02:39 PM
misintepretation wingless fallen demons i mock them with real beatings
take them to haven shock them with real teachings
purify demoms preachings and sermons
crystalise a LOT of salt turn sour defomities to spirit
evil may devour the body the war rages on
my fort biblical by deceipt cannever be torn
tempted by battle well fought now its time to move on
the body has needs the spirit for eternity fights that greed

wutangcuz
01-30-2011, 04:11 PM
dj paul
my mic lines power the CHI skyline
travel my lifetime in an hour
towering over white lines
cowards spit the wildest lies
while the powder's lit by my design
no blueprint
but each line's precise movement
is rooted in script
no crew to defend
I, soldier boot trenches
new recruit suited to penmanship
clansmen with digital cannons gripped
leave panic stricken foes pissin in clothes
kevlar panelin encrypted in the minister's robes
hard handed, one finger cracks bone
tree branch rappers I snap in the cold
then advance trackless in the snow

BornPower
02-22-2011, 08:32 PM
I am the right hand of god,
a lighting rod for minds scrawled in shiny scarlet stitches
a blinding artist's depiction of a heartless scribbler,
a print-less picture of Lucifer's strength and Samson's scripture ingrained
pinned against a priest's pride and a pen's pain,
experience gained stiffens my twisted spine straight
my mind races itself,
any rage felt is chained to a page of wealth,
I serve cold dishes, appropriate for a soul's grace in hell
my rotation on this board game is compelled
by a forward-facing formation of armored men and shells
darts spin and cause skin to melt,
there were once a hundred angels, then ten fell
first four, then a fifth were dedicated
to justice, their scriptures drenched in hatred
one was born to carry Lot's load and was buried in Chicago
raised from a tombstone with two faces,
my coded rage fueled my cruel patience,
fools and their pride become my new pile of patients
spools of wire become inside replacements,
human blades twisted into dual vines and wine-grapes,
in a lifetime of hate I've always welcomed the fiery lakes....

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-22-2011, 10:08 PM
I am the right hand of god,
a lighting rod for minds scrawled in shiny scarlet stitches
a blinding artist's depiction of a heartless scribbler,
a print-less picture of Lucifer's strength and Samson's scripture ingrained
pinned against a priest's pride and a pen's pain,
experience gained stiffens my twisted spine straight
my mind races itself,
any rage felt is chained to a page of wealth,
I serve cold dishes, appropriate for a soul's grace in hell
my rotation on this board game is compelled
by a forward-facing formation of armored men and shells
darts spin and cause skin to melt,
there were once a hundred angels, then ten fell
first four, then a fifth were dedicated
to justice, their scriptures drenched in hatred
one was born to carry Lot's load and was buried in Chicago
raised from a tombstone with two faces,
my coded rage fueled my cruel patience,
fools and their pride become my new pile of patients
spools of wire become inside replacements,
human blades twisted into dual vines and wine-grapes,
in a lifetime of hate I've always welcomed the fiery lakes....

damn cut u went in homes

BornPower
02-23-2011, 02:17 PM
damn cut u went in homes

thanks sheep, just some old shit in my notebook i had to get out there.

ChristO
03-06-2011, 08:57 PM
...right, right...

BornPower
03-20-2011, 01:17 PM
I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksgH2VD916I)

unlace crusty stitches
in this reign the mud is relentless,
gunless midgets plugged in with Kobayashi intentions
washed of a god's strength and robbed of all wisdom,
big balls, scripts and bombs are dropped in ponds as prescriptions
pop pills on watching civilians
witness my mobs of killers realizing their LIMITLESS potentials
millions of missiles, digits and tissues
stitched in a series of serious visuals, from my screen to your living rooms
limping rulers spewing rivers of twisted bolts,
truth delivered by grinning ghosts, throttle darts with gripping posts
this walk is ripping robes, dripping gold from distant scrolls
penned by chipping bones,
this flesh is weak and temperature's cold
I blend winters with hidden codes and sip their souls,
build artKIText roads and never rest in my role

SKAMPOE
03-26-2011, 06:51 AM
i like this guy^
sick fukin wiriting

BornPower
03-30-2011, 01:57 PM
i like this guy^
sick fukin wiriting

Thanks Skam. like i said, i couldn't help myself

:spin: Wu-Tang

BornPower
03-30-2011, 02:04 PM
I USED THE INF VS SINAPSE INSTRUMENTAL FOR THIS ONE (http://soundcloud.com/thejesus42almighty/desktop-warriors-or-radness)

Invade Norman B.'s beaches with my swords, steel and procedures
watch hardcore streets get bored, sealed and breached
by swarms of inked creatures eager to feast on M.C.'s
we are beasts on any beats,
rapid release, feed on data-links
crafted on pads and leaves, this is my stab at a madman's scream
this life is a bad dream,
this lie of Black Kings I can't awake from
pitching die, my path bleeds beneath designated guns
this native sun, treading safely upon serrated tongues,
I peddle crates drug from elemental pages elevated in blood,
I pen hatred in love
paint destruction and lust as I rain gently on the Earth's crust
stitch murder and trust,
spit these grisly images until I'm twisted and dust,
with no cents sent to us we give your senses a rush
over these instruments my soul repents of no sins,
in this foul Pit, beneath my bent cowl I am the Pendulum
scribbled in rum red, the slug's tread is spread evenly
this one looks done, dead-
I guess this is A Hell of an Evening

BornPower
05-14-2011, 01:19 AM
break beats with stone hands for no cash,
stare at desert sands with known heat until it becomes blown glass
run in group homes for the notes stashed,
my wrote pads,
exposed, become a lone soldier's attack against his government's broken back
sickened by a culture twisted by subliminal tags,
their vision is a division of facts that gain a hatred for angels and their kin
some of us came to this Age unwillingly upon trade-winds,
betrayed, some were slain,
others trained to new names, more learned to swim
raised from half-made graves, my support sports murder on their lips
track unleaded flesh, we spark lighting and turn rivets,
crimson necklaces drip unsteady as Hennessy pimps

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
05-14-2011, 01:28 AM
break beats with stone hands for no cash,
stare at desert sands with known heat until it becomes blown glass
run in group homes for the notes stashed,
my wrote pads,
exposed, become a lone soldier's attack against his government's broken back
sickened by a culture twisted by subliminal tags,
their vision is a division of facts that gain a hatred for angels and their kin
some of us came to this Age unwillingly upon trade-winds,
betrayed, some were slain,
others trained to new names, more learned to swim
raised from half-made graves, my support sports murder on their lips
track unleaded flesh, we spark lighting and turn rivets,
crimson necklaces drip unsteady as Hennessy pimps

nice work .5kut dope piece

ArcherPriest
05-15-2011, 05:37 PM
break beats with stone hands for no cash,
stare at desert sands with known heat until it becomes blown glass
run in group homes for the notes stashed,
my wrote pads,
exposed, become a lone soldier's attack against his government's broken back


ur schemes are iLL man, love how this flows

BornPower
05-16-2011, 08:00 PM
speak through crimson panes,
read between the lines and greet the beast in his cage
breathe out a blaze of concrete, song sheets deeply engraved,
the monstrous priest preaches calm while finned bombs swim in his veins
throttle my pain's bottles with firm restraint,
permanent ink marks dark-seeded saints on N.I.L. plus Equality banks
burn the bark from trees while immersed (e-mmerced) in think tanks,
prepare to be amazed,
swim seven seas of apes to claim degrees free of range,
Dr. F.G. Strange, an iron effigy etched by weeds and rain
lift heavy feet to shift weaponry on unleaded streets of rage
my kin and breed are the epitome of this lyricist age
put pen to page, spit grenades and cysts to save cavemen from rage and six other deadly sins,
read pages already drip,
set for death's skeleton grip, my chisel and steady hands command chips...

ChristO
06-06-2011, 09:33 PM
read pages already drip. ill. solid. my books only read one way..

BornPower
09-27-2011, 11:40 AM
uppin

BornPower
10-03-2011, 10:45 PM
transforming metaphorically in open spaces,
transport my mechanical replacements through closed doors
after boring holes in support braces
blow cluster spores in blunt casings,
my blood faces me and denies all ties
live and die in crimson tides,
the apprentice complies,
conspires and kills his master before the contract is expired
assassins and wires exposed,
barely alive in this rain of fire across the globe
the wails of liars arose from lakes and clouds,
basement shrouds exhaling hate upon the gathered crowds

BornPower
11-07-2011, 09:16 PM
cross the wrong lines
run the longest yard, jump fences as spitters spar in the coldest climes
crush thrones, throw boulders and blow pines
catch hidden motives with chipped shoulders and broken spines,
suspended by thin ropes and ignorant minds,
one sentence is exhibited as the definition of speeches on commission
twin lungs and feet plumb streets for a better meaning,
my questions of existence are clumsy efforts of recognition
reckless ambitions tied to fears of my potential...

Fatal Guillotine
11-27-2011, 02:36 PM
like that verse

crush thrones, throw boulders and blow pines
catch hidden motives with chipped shoulders and broken spines,
suspended by thin ropes and ignorant minds,

BornPower
12-20-2011, 03:21 AM
In the lab with mad scientists, writin lines and scripts
crack spines and lips,
exposed wires attract lightning and flyin spit
grip firin pins with iron grips,
blunt fists crush a dunce's drips as skies are split
one time is committed, beware their fine printed instruments
papers signed and transmitted mean your mind is imprisoned
time is more than a confined sentence,
imagine diamonds torn from the fabric of your existence
black princes born with natural formed magnetism,
taxed and exploited by old bastards in worn systems
lord citizens,
shackled and whipped, glad to conform before witnesses
my wisdom is saddened by the sapped Samson and his lack of conviction...

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-20-2011, 10:50 AM
In the lab with mad scientists, writin lines and scripts
crack spines and lips,
exposed wires attract lightning and flyin spit
grip firin pins with iron grips,
blunt fists crush a dunce's drips as skies are split
one time is committed, beware their fine printed instruments
papers signed and transmitted mean your mind is imprisoned
time is more than a confined sentence,
imagine diamonds torn from the fabric of your existence
black princes born with natural formed magnetism,
taxed and exploited by old bastards in worn systems
lord citizens,
shackled and whipped, glad to conform before witnesses
my wisdom is saddened by the sapped Samson and his lack of conviction...


nice verse .5kut hit me up for a collabo

BornPower
12-26-2011, 01:23 AM
Is it possible to jump without falling?
who can survive on crumbs when big dollars come calling?
I hate being weightless, compare my empty plate against gated consequences
every bomb is calm before being played by audiences
All of this is my sour gift being shouted from shallow trenches,
cackling witches plaguing downtrodden princes
this is how it begins,
battle inner demons with blank pages and ink pens
forgotten sleep imprints Gothic dreams on weak senses,
and just think, my present premonitions are dressed in cheap denim
speak to spirits and seek forgiveness,
my feet are blistered, pour soulless relief upon this bleeding minister...

BornPower
03-15-2012, 10:40 PM
trade jabs with slave traffic,
direct massive battalions from a deflated mattress
spread keyed attachments from a shrinking board,
trade pieces for storage, Kings and Fortresses exchanged for pieces of change
the rain I prey for is crimson and warm,
crush thin throats in the throes of war
I am a Titan,
dark-skinned menace to the established norm since I was born
stab forms and stack lanterns till they reach the floor,
your flow is feet high while my toes tread trees in alien skies

BornPower
03-25-2012, 10:37 PM
Maybe I don't want to be me anymore,
for too long I've been too nice and now I wanna even the score
bite my tongue until my teeth are sore...and people STILL think it's all sweet to the core
can't see what I see, I don't dream cuz I'm bored
I have not come to bring peace, but a sword
from bloody seas to muddy shores my blunted speech leaves high metaphors
wage precious wars over reigns of nations,
crusades for rights are bloody roars
spread the truth too far and we can be sure they're comin for us
lose more than trust over fortunes and gold dust,
assed-out on ashed avenues, promoters of what we're told to love
does that make us both corrupt?
who's worse, the snitch or the one pitchin' coke and snifiin' bud?
breathe both sides of the issue and come inside, wheezin with constricted lungs...

BornPower
04-30-2012, 12:15 AM
walk lead streets with dead feet and a blade,
dodge metal heat while thinking how the melodies are eerily strange
this once-dead god bled dreams on a page,
screams on a stage set with plastiques and a shrinking gauge
I breathe plagues,
death's piercing gaze engaged to the long sleep of a Reaper's matrix
arise, Kings from stasis
redeployed to fist and steel engagements against upstarts and their fetal persuasions

BornPower
05-09-2012, 11:57 PM
my once daily sheets hit blunt trails to find hazy leaves
plainly deceived, I complain but remain asleep
seasoned pages, priests and sages put peppers in the trees,
collections of heat compressed in copper sinks to be brought as offerings
quickly eaten by mobs chasin that first high,
I still wonder if it was worth my daughter's birth price
authorities will be the first to deny it,
two faced, thirsty pirates
legendary liars setting fires to derail native pilots
even sailing blinded my kinsmen are hungry Lycans,
heightened senses
shedding light on the tiniest evidence in hidden sight

BornPower
05-30-2012, 04:02 AM
Brush it all to the side,

who cares what I want? Just let the desires subside

you'd think that after all this time the feelings would die

who can see my denials?

choose peachy trials to lose my gleaming dial

badges are bruises,

to catch a fool is an easy proposition,

pad the task in the truth to keep true thoughts hidden

the few are the largest, brutal targets hoarding what glistens

not many talk and even fewer listen

soul's not for sale, can I refuse business?

consider this a suicide, the shooter's the only witness

wild stories, the only way to score a globe's attention

forgotten myths, confused with lore and dismissed

BornPower
06-12-2012, 01:49 AM
probe reason to find appropriate seasons,
escaped parolees rotating heat for probationary leases
trade speeches to reach polar bear agreements,
sold for a pair of peaches, our silent solidarity speaks for polarized regions
I hold the lives of legions within the lies of impeachment,
coded and devised to be secret,
broadcast advisements are met with denial and cries of high treason
my crew be pirates, not seamen
King Titans hurling lightning to brighten the streets
combine sheets,
climbing vines peak on sleeping roofs
the sun speaks and priests approve,
robed in sheets and treed boots
hunt cloven heels,
clothed in silk with sheepish roots
round monuments of stone and sweet perfume,
color-blind, prone to dig deep for green accrued...

BornPower
06-21-2012, 02:27 AM
raised from the depths of ignorance,
I was born to the world but not in it
unexplained microcosms of physics,
conglomerates of elements melted to cause consciousness
lost gifts reclaimed, authored and transmitted
old cloth tailored, collared and fitted
this is the bottom, godlessness at it's biggest,
flaws are worshiped, somethings wrong
picture the surface crawling/shifting over corrupted innards
there's no love for scripture,
there's no love for winter and every summer we're gettin' thinner
I shed blood for the innocent,
the truth's avenger searching for Lucy's dinner
a hungry wolf with common scents,
the product of a Philly Queen and a God from Memphis...