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BornPower
08-06-2008, 12:10 PM
Corrupted by greed, our arts are being used by the larger percents as a springboard into the masses' consciousness. They poison the seeds with stereo-typical images, infect them with a lust for their fifteen minutes of nothing.
I don't have a cure. Extensive testing has shown that I can kill the virus one vector at a time with this...




data roams in the blackness of this bastard's handcrafted catacombs
I sadly draft a lastin opus to passin ghosts
this is Jack's lack of hope
elope with my foe's screams,
four rings,
soldiers compose focused beams of energy
grasped by claw-tipped gauntlets
columns of tall scripts get robbed by plottin bishops
knotted properly, fallen trees become the god's property for small fees
lost products of fiends cause problems in fatigues
don't bother me for thirty threes
I grandfathered killa beez perfectly
while u run from shots heard on the breeze
lettered shepherds turn flocks with degrees
guts bottomless, I feed on greed, lust, gluttony, and envy
sloth crawls across my watch's ticks
dodge depth-less charges, the arsonist
my particles drift with darts spinning righteous paths
the god's die were cast, the attack of pride and wrath
titans clash,
writers tap ashes on ate five passages
blank lines get cashed in
as expected, my anorexic battin average collapses crab legs from the Alps to Aspen
avalanche spit talentless blackSMITHS
my antennas are tapped in for action
after the blast shrap-pens re-enact ur lack of defenses
militant winds are conscripted against phantom menaces
ransoms are regimented
implemented by fiscally demented mental patients
physically dependent on pages
risen from a river of razors
Mr. Wizard figures the slimmer equations
sinister saviors deliver digital angels
winter's whistlin blade of ice awakens minds
agent designed mazes get infiltrated by mines
my diamonds shine as constricted blizzards of coal controlled solely
filthy souls filtered in a killer's grounds
off-kilter rounds,
Adolf Hitler triggers gorillas buildin bigger mounds
lyricist lounge niggaz, scissors and stitches given
niggaz in position bear witness to prepared crimson instruments
self-aware,
shells are never spared penance
in this rare instance seen,
Blair witch technique is paired with the flesh of kings
restless,
my messages connect with webbed wreckages onscreen
treacherous scenes get plots twisted
the evil doctor, revisited
shots licked by senior citizens sheet rocks and keep spinnin
easily taught, the hawk's discipline is art exhibited
all heart, part prison sentence
targeted princes part with forensic prints 4 a pittance

ChristO
08-06-2008, 09:35 PM
...the LI7...pardon, I ain't stalking, just recognizing as usual. need to be more cats spittin' as consistent I figure, with that kinda' motivation in-mind. lol...land of lincoln...law of land...

BornPower
08-06-2008, 09:37 PM
hunters stalk in their homelands with impunity and you've shown other vermin (prey) how sharp ur blades are. real recognize. Feel free 2 expound, your angles (angels?lol) are always welcome.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-06-2008, 10:44 PM
damn son u spitting flames

TSA
08-07-2008, 09:48 AM
bow to the midwest

J.T.S.
08-07-2008, 01:12 PM
Corrupted by greed, our arts are being used by the larger percents as a springboard into the masses' consciousness. They poison the seeds with stereo-typical images, infect them with a lust for their fifteen minutes of nothing.
I don't have a cure. Extensive testing has shown that I can kill the virus one vector at a time with this...




data roams in the blackness of this bastard's handcrafted catacombs
I sadly draft a lastin opus to passin ghosts
this is Jack's lack of hope
elope with my foe's screams,
four rings,
soldiers compose focused beams of energy
grasped by claw-tipped gauntlets
columns of tall scripts get robbed by plottin bishops
knotted properly, fallen trees become the god's property for small fees
lost products of fiends cause problems in fatigues
don't bother me for thirty threes
I grandfathered killa beez perfectly
while u run from shots heard on the breeze
lettered shepherds turn flocks with degrees
guts bottomless, I feed on greed, lust, gluttony, and envy
sloth crawls across my watch's ticks
dodge depth-less charges, the arsonist
my particles drift with darts spinning righteous paths
the god's die were cast, the attack of pride and wrath
titans clash,
writers tap ashes on ate five passages
blank lines get cashed in
as expected, my anorexic battin average collapses crab legs from the Alps to Aspen
avalanche spit talentless blackSMITHS
my antennas are tapped in for action
after the blast shrap-pens re-enact ur lack of defenses
militant winds are conscripted against phantom menaces
ransoms are regimented
implemented by fiscally demented mental patients
physically dependent on pages
risen from a river of razors
Mr. Wizard figures the slimmer equations
sinister saviors deliver digital angels
winter's whistlin blade of ice awakens minds
agent designed mazes get infiltrated by mines
my diamonds shine as constricted blizzards of coal controlled solely
filthy souls filtered in a killer's grounds
off-kilter rounds,
Adolf Hitler triggers gorillas buildin bigger mounds
lyricist lounge niggaz, scissors and stitches given
niggaz in position bear witness to prepared crimson instruments
self-aware,
shells are never spared penance
in this rare instance seen,
Blair witch technique is paired with the flesh of kings
restless,
my messages connect with webbed wreckages onscreen
treacherous scenes get plots twisted
the evil doctor, revisited
shots licked by senior citizens sheet rocks and keep spinnin
easily taught, the hawk's discipline is art exhibited
all heart, part prison sentence
targeted princes part with forensic prints 4 a pittance
:list::list::list::list::list::list::list::list::l ist::list::list:
this was dope man/1

BornPower
08-07-2008, 07:03 PM
blessings are manifested upon the warriors of our culture, the dartists of our cartel.

Sheep, you doin it big with the 9 project and I'm waitin to hear more of TSA's killer limited editions.
JTS...hey, aint nothin to say about the god. lions roam the streets, J's teeth sink deep (haha!)

Tone, I'm waitin for you to jump down on this!

I plan on this being an exploration of concepts...

follow me

Pierre Potwinkle
08-08-2008, 09:30 AM
woooooow very nice rap musics!!!

you be famus staar in future

BornPower
08-13-2008, 02:35 PM
mountains shift,
compounds split when the powerful sit with chisels
hourly mental ginsu
potential never limited to witnessed pencils
wrenches are tools to spin nickels
spoons bend physics to fit my mental images
line of scrimmage penalties for little feet
caterpillar fleets,
blackness feeds on masses meek, the fattened sheep
asleep on ladders with tactical reach
adders attack while the dramatic grasp asps
one the last to run tasks, no guns and badges
somehow all my cabbage is funneled into plastic
tunnel-vision is fundamentally lastin
plugged in pentiums dump unwanted attachments
front runners involved in our national distractions
watch madmen rally rabble as battallions travel distances
catch the glass baubles dropped in Babel's gravel pits
gavel batters strut hits,
duck walks expensive,
conduct digits to construct rivets in troubled villages
bubblin kitchens plummet positions,
strugglin lyricists get plucked by the fifth's dumbest divisions
wipe dust, crumbs and spit from my pitted and rusted chrome
sentenced depictions are the business of lungs flown
risen from the pits of the once-known,
crumblin bones are the Host I hold alone...

TSA
08-13-2008, 02:54 PM
sinister saviors deliver digital angels

mmmph.

BornPower
08-13-2008, 03:13 PM
sinister saviors deliver digital angels

mmmph.

^^^
i was watchin the preview for "Watchmen"...

lol

Point-Blank
08-13-2008, 03:19 PM
Not bad bro, not bad

BornPower
08-15-2008, 01:43 AM
overqualified,
the older gods survived on products I supplied
dauntless, fire in his eyes
tire rims would hide the sonlight he'd write
speeches ignited by the Greens and weak biters
c-spires grow heated beepin the leaves I wired
skeleton keys were deliberately thieved by heathens,
secrets conveyed by the swingin of blades
enemies keep pace by tryin to three tapes
seasons teach seeds techniques and reasonable placement
reach the inner streets where rivers bleed
begin to believe and no limits are leaked
I exist in trenches where the enlisted are elite
tempests sweat sifted by internets,
dinner guests served unlistenin corn and lettuce heads
breakfast in bed, read letters of lead fed intraVAINously
cocain fleets inhaled by thin scaled veterans preparin for defeat
the chairman, one square for his feet
the impaler, the impatient talior, the traitor unique
put paper to hated beasts, the devastator hearts beats
tradesman darts creep on the weeping unwary
flaming arcs trace the rain of Mary's ancient arts
pain, the author
offered domains and altars, traded it for slaughter
it's name, caged in dark borders unseen
freed hawks to hunt and feed
runners of Eve cuffed by the gunmen of Steve
none askin the status of atom...

J.T.S.
08-15-2008, 11:21 AM
overqualified,
the older gods survived on products I supplied
dauntless, fire in his eyes
tire rims would hide the sonlight he'd write
speeches ignited by the Greens and weak biters
c-spires grow heated beepin the leaves I wired
skeleton keys were deliberately thieved by heathens,
secrets conveyed by the swingin of blades
enemies keep pace by tryin to three tapes
seasons teach seeds techniques and reasonable placement
reach the inner streets where rivers bleed
begin to believe and no limits are leaked
I exist in trenches where the enlisted are elite
tempests sweat sifted by internets,
dinner guests served unlistenin corn and lettuce heads
breakfast in bed, read letters of lead fed intraVAINously
cocain fleets inhaled by thin scaled veterans preparin for defeat
the chairman, one square for his feet
the impaler, the impatient talior, the traitor unique
put paper to hated beasts, the devastator hearts beats
tradesman darts creep on the weeping unwary
flaming arcs trace the rain of Mary's ancient arts
pain, the author
offered domains and altars, traded it for slaughter
it's name, caged in dark borders unseen
freed hawks to hunt and feed
runners of Eve cuffed by the gunmen of Steve
none askin the status of atom...

speechless!

BornPower
09-10-2008, 08:13 PM
spark mental lines
compartmentalize digital designs,
blend wizards and ice
blizzards connive to slip venom into innocent lives
nickel and dimed by presidential potentials in denial
residents are victims of representative trials
benched for my fifth of technical fouls
collectives of Smiths pound cakes,
rounds rotate consistent and loud, implementation of the prince's crowned impatience
powerful plates shift,
powdery remains drift from the bowels of basements to the cowls of our agents
faces sifted from netted crowds,
their collective is protected while we do only what the elected allow
no vests for resting mouths,
I was arrested for respecting my fleshly shroud
ejected from the mound I found our culture's skeleton
vultures gorge themselves at cheffed elections of precedents
anything relevant is edited from television
pleasant living is now credit given out,
illegitamate and illiterate victims live in the tenements of unlimited sibling interest
invisible signals are beamed to screens across internets
breathe holocaust printed text,
pawns in seventh stems sprint protected and relish the checks
queens block attempts to jet,
scholars repect the original architects,
watcher, collectors of spiritual connections
wanderers in death,
hot breath tarred in context with the mob's conquests
lobbed bottles are bombs from a martyr's war chest
bleedin chargers,
demon barbers sing evil incarnate in scenes of carnage
people with problems see public speakers as parters
but to them we're part of a herd
part dirt, part lawn furniture
we're the dart burners spittin collages of thoughts from oval offices to block furnaces...

BornPower
11-10-2008, 04:00 PM
lazarus rises soon...

BornPower
11-10-2008, 04:07 PM
lazarus rises soon...

Tecknowledgist
11-12-2008, 04:14 PM
ridiculous. props

War and Peace
11-14-2008, 02:02 PM
yo this is a dude you do not want to get mixed up with-

keep sittin with that chisel g-

i'm lookin 4word to your next dart-

peace-

ChristO
11-22-2008, 08:31 PM
none askin the status of atom...
...not even in the smallest way...just building. stay up...

ChristO
11-22-2008, 08:42 PM
blessings are manifested upon the warriors of our culture, the dartists of our cartel.

Sheep, you doin it big with the 9 project and I'm waitin to hear more of TSA's killer limited editions.
JTS...hey, aint nothin to say about the god. lions roam the streets, J's teeth sink deep (haha!)

Tone, I'm waitin for you to jump down on this!

I plan on this being an exploration of concepts...

follow me
...if that was a shout to me [a tone], I'm on it my brethren. keep me posted and all that. see, we show & prove eh. this output effects change...I'll let you know 'bout my church series soon, and the 1000. and one...

ChristO
11-22-2008, 09:19 PM
...so far .5kuts, you been moving to put this web thing together. good insight, bruh. uh, you seem to be the one eligible to solidify suh'm of this. we gon' keep building [skyscraperz]. I got obligations [me and 1000], but I'm a' catch up with you on that and remain posted. 'cause I'm obligated to this forum as well.
if you get me, ay'thing here is happening in real time. so, we drawing the contract terms out automatic, how the cartel [as in this house of darts] gon' build...

BornPower
01-28-2009, 02:09 PM
approach the light
I sold my soul for the coldest diamonds
old and tired,
I died mining coal from a broken mind
blow by the slow life when the dro's lighted
spend most times chokin on unfocused coke lines
the slow writer tokin smoke through gold wires,
my signs were molded in fire
and now a silent ghost blinds posts with floating iron
stay unknown and stain the globe,
wu-tang,
slayers of coasts taking payment in stones
when the inner layers unfold sinners lift prayers to bones
make craters from domes and lay waste to thrones
upstage players in fake roles they barely control,
blood blazes from veins where the god's language flows
take this cross upon painful roads,
past the ponds and lakes of frozen prose, John the Baptist tapes his latest scrolls
the sages spoke and Satan's reign was slowed
contained by fleshly elements yet raised as an angel from this hell-hole
go-spel relected as a clone only respected his own,
monotone art kit texts,
my next target's heart is sewn/sown with chrome
grown hydroponix by conquerin kings
no argument,
scripts I'm harborin are partly machine
3D plotters scoff at frogger regimes while this witch doctor concocts drinks that stops rotting and bleeding
the holocaust of speech cost us more than one dart speaks
journey leagues when I burn sheets and skim the surface of murderous streets
the world turns and she nurtures our greed
further than anything green
images on-screen are vividly seen,
filtered and still believed, we shit on the remedy,
spending empty seasons with killer deciets
fisherman fleets build a temple a week
monumental in itz peaks, each rock a mark of the beast
card carrying fiends, once buried, now feed
crowded cemetaries, ferries of despair and disease
lairs of the deceased are prepared for 28 weeks
crimson eyes stare emptily from entities sparing with speech
deny Charon his fee as I bare bleeding teeth,
tear trees from frail feet leaving entrails danglin from a stranger's fatigues
strangle teams,
my dangerous strain of jeans hangs lames with Buddy Lee's
L-shaped shells are propelled by an eigth of the team,
don't take what u can't bring
break stamps with a cannon's ink,
this clandestine clansmen commander never sneaks
deadly weaponry beams packets,
gleaming steel jackets passed to the masses by Lazarus, a craftsman

BornPower
02-02-2009, 02:09 PM
"believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense"
---Buddha


I spit seas and swallow the wind
follow a god's dreams and draw from this script
jars of pens plot the revenge of marksmen betrayed
targets of scientific debate and intense hatred,
these men blend pages of life as blades united
escaped Arkhamm patients in the night,
patiently writing "end of days" dissertations
the sinister faces devising against caped knights
traitors are nice with venomous knives,
criminal minded lyricists called to be abyssal spawn
the dark demons from the farthest reaches of life
drink each heart-beat of light,
breathe in hardened leaves of spite
towers of Pisa lean right as I teach this powerful thesis
scowling cowards walk with Jesus as I chalk this author's voice
fallin from the cliff's teeth I'm caught by inked wings
slaughter enemies softly with this song, addin on

BornPower
02-27-2009, 09:00 PM
gargoyles crouch on blocks and outcroppings,
powerful thoughts project minds on rocky wings
their shadows,
small dots on the weak, red marks of the beast,
hawks chopping the feet of stocks they hunt and feed
suns sink into forgotten seas,
chaotic heathens obsessed with the resting eggs of hunter's need
never trust too easily,
the sleeping enemy dreams enviously
creeping, venomous teeth peering at the streets uneasily
fear the steel's sting,
feel the piercing screams as I knit needles and strings
stitch hard digits and beats,
force long marches on large percentages startin beef with sparking elites
even uncharged my speeds are uncharted on this spectrum of speech
undead,
never restin Heath Ledgers bound by print,
frowns and grins exchanged as the people's pleasure,
shouting crowds dissent the resurrection and their petition releases Barrabus upon Jerusalem...


"...and is considered by most authorities to be the most dangerous man alive..."

"he killed many of the temple's priests and was sentenced to death..."

BornPower
03-06-2009, 05:51 PM
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walk among us as people
locked and penned citizens,
shocked and bought by hollow gifts, offer submission
larger degrees are softees caught in a system of greed
these thoughtless children feed a regime of precision,
cogs in a machine of robbery, addiction, and long prison sentences
no matter the offer, don't speak business with pink piglets
twist leaflets and rivets into peak positions,
spit double helix bulletins until public streets are overrun with heat tucked on hooded men
beasts hunt on cloven hooves and timbs,
biscuits clutched closer erupt in silent mists,
ranks, files, and print
break and recreate the eighty fifth mechanisms
blades swish,
now the snake's kiss exposes it's hate in venom
old frustrations motivate victims,
bored, impatient and indifferent
this growing pain and distance is directly related to celebrating databases
displayed by the eighth pitch,
I relay deitific scripts with the world's weight on my achin wrists

"You've been living in a dream world..."
"no! It can't be!"
"Remember, all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more."

"Poor Morpheus. Without him we are all lost."
"I have dreamed a dream and now that dream is gone from me."

we were rebels once,
twisted metal punks and restless gunmen
corrupted by devilish blood,
sometimes I wonder if the flesh has won
we feast on heaven's crumbs and never question our lesson's sums,
even when defeat adds up to our precious slums
lose my signal's feed and barbeque pig's feet,
starter pistols,
darts as epistles for official streets
cross rivers and digital streams with mental leaps
I feed on guerilla speeches,
blue pills seek us as remedies for diseases but their "I"s will never "C" the truth
if belief itself was proof then may my hellish wings leave me soon,
the chief spoon in a kitchen of dull instruments
lulled into a false sense of ignorance,
don't fall for large percents and their common cents
my coffin's walls were white-washed and rinsed,
all is not lost as long as gods exist...

ChristO
03-08-2009, 08:42 AM
...whew, trues. "I"s will never "C" the truth, I.C. [Immanuel's Christ]. eh, these things come together. I got you though, don't accept deals coming from them...I got what is my own business I'm puddin'/puttin' together, the others is gelatin, trues...

BornPower
04-14-2009, 04:43 PM
uppin

Ares
04-18-2009, 04:56 PM
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walk among us as people
locked and penned citizens,
shocked and bought by hollow gifts, offer submission
larger degrees are softees caught in a system of greed
these thoughtless children feed a regime of precision,
cogs in a machine of robbery, addiction, and long prison sentences
no matter the offer, don't speak business with pink piglets
twist leaflets and rivets into peak positions,
spit double helix bulletins until public streets are overrun with heat tucked on hooded men
beasts hunt on cloven hooves and timbs,
biscuits clutched closer erupt in silent mists,
ranks, files, and print
break and recreate the eighty fifth mechanisms
blades swish,
now the snake's kiss exposes it's hate in venom
old frustrations motivate victims,
bored, impatient and indifferent
this growing pain and distance is directly related to celebrating databases
displayed by the eighth pitch,
I relay deitific scripts with the world's weight on my achin wrists



Bloody fucking hell that was intense. Raw shit, keep dropping. I like your style.

Sleep Sinatra
04-18-2009, 07:01 PM
yo the darts is serious homie respect, we need more heads like u in the midwest, get a usb mic, an official pop filter, then holla at me, we can do some things g, 100

BornPower
04-20-2009, 05:09 PM
yo the darts is serious homie respect, we need more heads like u in the midwest, get a usb mic, an official pop filter, then holla at me, we can do some things g, 100

thanx pimp. that slangmobb is no joke either. I been peepin yall in the audiochamber.

----I'd get on that ASAP, but I still need to get my own computer. I do all this on my phone or at the temple (library).

Once I get my laptop itz gonna be something serious...

BornPower
04-28-2009, 03:18 PM
put page to pen
hook bait and swim,
orchestrated scripts by a mason's instruments
grave foundations are laid,
innocent listeners defile my space and become befouled by my name
I seek solace,
a corner office in the flames
no coffins or rain,
just deep coughs sustained by a tree of knowledge not commonly dropped as precipitaion
chisel literal interpretations of sinister dissertations,
my lyrics spin in cylical rotations noted by Roman dictators
clothed as strong sages,
our bronze pigmentation shows a long-lost nation
we cross sabers and bomb neighbors,
call it right or call it a lost cause,
but this isn't life,
we have no right to call on a savior...

BornPower
05-19-2009, 05:08 PM
a tone? that's real simple...I'm a tone, named anthony
found I was shot dead, still they couldn't cancel me
and each and every thread I sewed up handsomely
any open face with my name spit in blasphemy
wasn't much of anything, just being casual
twin be like shit gotta' be actual factual
I finish off sentences, don't even be asking you
that's just instant punishment if there's no capital
mildew, if you wet up, let it grow gradual
ambulances a li'l too late to salvage you
naw, let's move the subject to suh'm tangible
cash in a case? I'm half-way to understanding you
yacub, I'm cool, you just better handle you
I'm '76, nothing sweet like danish food
born anthony chris, so the heat can damage dudes
like sick s.p. animals with sig s.p. cannon tools...

they call it positronic,
the way my brain swallows information
hollow-faced at my station,
I plot from potholes to global devastation
rotten bases, soft aces, and complicated cases
get drawn on my pages as chalk,
calm,
pacin my city's chaotic streets in the darkness
there is no peace, only passion exists,
madness and vengeance,
my anger balanced against a savior's sense of justice
what will the meek inherit if I let others crush their spirits?
I once feared it but now I disappear in mists,
steel-fisted vigilance and militant penmanship in the trenches
what is grace and forgiveness
when the same mistakes make us prey to our addictions?
who can pray for the slain when we are slaves in their system?
byzantine mazes of litigations,
apprentices bent with hatred against black masters blazin liquid papers
sensory depraved,
witnesses to my pages claim I split into skeletons and went six diffrent ways
devilish and crazed,
I was diagnosed with an IL mental state
even benjamins break,
injured by the industry's rapid termination
but I am determined and patient,
my lair is a service station for murderers and rapist
they never emerge the same again
some name my faults often,
the self-taught stealth bomber,
an unarmored godfather scrawlin with flawless pens,
John Connor exists
the arch-nemesis of larger percents,
watch this hardened criminal's descent into this cement jungle

-The Matrix is a system...that system is our enemy. But when you're inside, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do these people are a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand...they will fight to protect it.
-Morpheus

I fell screaming,
my melting wings propelling me to a death in Celtic seas
selfish in the extreme,
I felt a healthy greed was neccessary to succeed
buried by cemetery springs i wasn't spared these hellish dreams
unprepared to believe but willing to bring warfare to the lairs of fiends
my steel bared is brief,
shared from Charon's fleets to the chairs of Kings
who dares to dream in this despair of sleep?
if my Truth is spared reprieve
then my tools can still repair the seeds and impair the regime
self-aware in the extreme,
I can only stare in disbelief at what these obviously impaired people call a stream of thought
Kings and Queen robbed of victory by scheming pawns
rotten thieves plotting the defeat of a once-incomperable fleet
no admirals,
we're all co-captians-in-chief
the black ink that crafted all that happens to be


-Do you know what that means? It means, "Know Yourself". You didn't come here to make a choice, you came to understand why you made that choice...I thought you would have figured that out by now!"
-The Oracle

ChristO
05-20-2009, 08:29 PM
alright, taking it back to the basic script, the beginning. basic, I know. follow me tho' if ya'z can.
morpheus told nio to follow the white rabbit. sounds funny, it was an 8-mile road. I'm atone, named Anthony...white rabbit said Anthony mac's real name Clarence?
so, I say to class of 85, who wants a fair one?
...str8 talk though, kuts, I'm reaching for a diamond. lucy tried to proposition me/move on my seat in 2006. he already got judas isc. [al-jihad]. so, sad [satan, lucifer] called out gay [gabriel, God's word]. it's been official war since then, since I [Gab'] openly declared eternal war on luc's cipher. see, I wanted to be Wu, man, since when I was a toddler [1974 circa]. so, I'm real good at this combat.
any slight gets slit. any slip gets split. Christ/Body now surrounds the business for y'all entertainment...

BornPower
10-31-2009, 12:26 AM
Datpiff (http://www.datpiff.com/pop-mixtape-player.php?id=m65222a7)

Chart this dart's release after a God's length of sleep,
garbage children have been given the harbor's keys
sergeants charged with mutiny
Fathers beat daughters brutally in their search for Saddam,
start droppin bombs, grab boots and leave
this is now a usual thing,
no news to the streets, we're so used to bleeding
even new bruises are taken calmly
some never wake from the strong grip of sleep,
robbed by the demonic problems of greed, even slaughter is sweet
caught between larger degrees and the jaws of defeat,
I'm charging, full steam ahead, I need my bread
laws of deceit were read by jeans bred to be geniuses in bed
lethal,
no green for the dead, breathe wet leaves and line eulogies with lead
on snow strewn streets my shoes won't leave treads,
boots are trees to spread seeds on what's said
iron lungs perspire blood,
liars in love with mics blinded by my collective's breath
denied fiery diamonds as they lie dying distressed...

GuitarCrazyo
11-05-2009, 01:45 PM
I tried to look up Milwaukee and Madison, but couldnt figure the site out in the few minutes I tried. This really puts into perspective whats happening accross the midwest though.

BornPower
11-11-2009, 08:46 AM
I tried to look up Milwaukee and Madison, but couldnt figure the site out in the few minutes I tried. This really puts into perspective whats happening accross the midwest though.

I'm glad you think so.

peace.

BornPower
01-11-2011, 03:44 PM
I am the right hand of God,
a lightning rod for minds scrawled in shiny scarlet stitches
a blinding artist's depiction of a heartless scribbler,
a printless picture of Lucifer's strength and Sampson'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 cooled rage fueled my cruel patience,
fools and their pride become my new pile of patients...

BornPower
04-30-2011, 03:36 PM
every tear shed is a memory fed by my fear of death
not a fleeing of the flesh
its the feeling of being left with no one to see my last breath
in fact it's me bleeding through a brush,
one king flushed, on my knees praying in a sea of blood
what I'm saying is too deep a cut to be seen without sipping from this spiritual cup
everyone lift your bics and take a puff,
fill your lungs and forget the pain of what we know will come
cast me aside as the cornerstone's son,
leave me alone to roast in the sun
no how I moaned and tried to run,
my bones rose from lighting striking my fiery crust
tracking dust, magma rushes through inhuman veins
exhale plumes of furious rage,
my pen is sure the only cure is to be insane
it's the allure of pure cocaine,
broken, aged and blackened I wrote my name in gold flames and cold platinum
choked an shackled to a remote plateau,
attach facts and posts,
instead of attacked I was contracted by shadows and ghosts
chip stones clothed in ash robes
my little stacks rose,
notepads and prose grown from a force stashed in a fractured home
my ornate casket was stolen,
recast and remolded as a throne saddled at Pharaoh's repast of bones
this is Jacob's (Yacub's) ladder composed,
John's baptist notes trapped by clavicles, wrapped in collapsing throats
sickened laughter floats through cemetery chapters and flaps from gravestones,
death reigns with chrome,
feathers rain on earth's face and temptation roams...

ChristO
04-30-2011, 07:04 PM
...once again...to be continued...'11 o'clock now...
..real, I feelz it...now, like you was saying, how to break down the/my codes. it's all if the times allow it, revelations. u.s. been resistant to my protocol [I'm the pro to call]..I keep workin' on it 'til my words is basic 'nough. trues, stay posted, keep bldg.
south-to-south...

ArcherPriest
05-04-2011, 10:48 AM
dope shit in here kutt.. i finally had a chance to read thru this whole thread.. nothin but gems homie

BornPower
09-27-2011, 11:42 AM
uppin