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02-15-2009, 04:33 PM
Sheepish Locs as Kazuku Rider Skull

You can’t write cha mind but cha mask is my skin
I guess I cannot take it off when I’m mutated like such/
Charcoal grey dead in May clover field
I heard detonation didn’t cha see shell casings/
Openly wasted, cans of paint on the ground, smelted iron
Found hammers pressed ready to steel grips holding hollow tips/
Saw those talons rip, I jumped in to action looking like a piece of crap
Just a “Ace of clubs” on my jack saw the faces of the public look “SHOCKED”/
Doped up hold up the citizen says am I seeing a thing is that…..a”Super Sentai Trooper”
The other person says NO! He’s a “Kamen Rider” and they both sake they head/
Shades of “Red”, “Gold” and a “Grayish Black” wit metallic armor
You cannot strike a target, without getting bombarded wit “MARROW”
So hot he shoots spikes out his body, now just fall back before I strike/
The hapless citizen asks what they call man? They call “Kazuku Rider Skull”
Hold the red rum dilated cha pupils, my peoples be lethal when they get impaled/
Ill villains get crushed by stakes, vamps can’t eat cake they eat Bloody Marys
I jimmy hoes from they clutches, you should a seen me rush in bust 50 e’m/
Bladed up wit “bone stakes” coming out of every where, shingle suckers
Couldn’t get it quicker than them lazy cloners trying to bone her/
I swooped in wit gas pellets dropped it down silent watching me
Work is like going to surgery without any “ANESTHESIA” in e’m/
Solider on I beckon wit no signal son, I monitor the bandwidths
Gifted wit a fix on “blood banks” and monasteries’ that didn’t shake too well/
Soul control, openly domed Negro please I’ll “PUT A SPIKE THROUGH YA NOSE”
I used to be a public speaker, until I “BUSTED A MOVE”,
Literally didn’t even NOTICE, until I saw the person bleeding/
And me getting read my rights plus I was a mutated freak
Getting placed in solicitude, with nothing but “MARROW & ROOM”/
Once I got my walking papers 8 months later I fashioned a plan
Got a call from a group of MONKS, asked me if I wanted to train wit them/
I obliviously thought about it diligently, and said “YES! I CAN” like Obama man/
Stood in the monetary interestingly it was labeled “SN9” found out I was….
Ask to join their hero ranks, saw people with BRONZE FEET & Chaotic Means/
Didn’t think nothing over because I was drafted like a piece of cabbage on a diner plate
Trained for a solid two years progressed through the ranks til I was blessed with/
Choosing my own name in which made me think in sanctum how noble I felt
So I situated in solace for days until I came up wit The Noble Rider aka Kazuku/
Stood up from the wet ground as I stood on the roof top ready to ride my bike
Into the moonlit night, strapped my helmet on with mask and all covering my face/
Screaming into the clouds, crowds and those I haven’t endowed yet wit my presence

This the Age of the Rhyming Hero never a zero
just super as they come when Bronze n Chaos
link up we bring villians to they knees wit ease

Bronze as Telepathic Stranger

Telepathic the ways i invade your persanl space is graphic
create noises of static, blurred vision feel the wrath of these tactics
delve into the minds of psychopathics
and leave they ass kicked, couldnt identify the attackers intent
i walk pass and leave a trail that smell like incense
brainwaves fluxuate intense
sub sonic the Richter scales bends, good deeds we intend
crimes we prevent, savoirs of souls who repent
sent from out of loops in time
to this planet, and impacted harder then a comet into granite
first words was "God Damnit, this place looks worse"
new metropolis looks like a new acropolis
and crime pays because criminals are heartless
keep my eyes open like a sonar disc
emit clicks and beeps, that you cant even hear or see
make you think you have become who you wanted to be
let me introduce myself Im Bronze Feet
aka the Telepathic Stranger
without moving his hands, kintecally strangles ya
endanger if i speak out one of my commands
contort and twist, that shit wont get you nothing
but a fat lip from high kicks
plus with my mind i can throw bricks, if i choose
i dont lift a finger, to get your ass whipped
the new harbinger of death
the epitome of everything thats left
these skills we perfect, your thoughts i intercept
times froze like VCR flashes twelve, reset
no blades eject, no armour to deflect
ancient S9 secrets we protect
kept in the mausoleum
stored for only divine eye seeing
an order of extinguished heros and beings
masters of there artistry, dwelling in an ice fortress
with dope poetry, i can make the ice flow at ease
or sustain it at the high degrees
thus is the extent of my telepathy
and dont get played out by these phonies
waitin for so called emcees to start acting like grown men G

02-18-2009, 12:57 PM
Yo big ups to my own shit lol

peace Sheepish, ill shit dope idea you came up with, had fun with this

02-18-2009, 01:30 PM
Yeah i think this is a dope entry in the temple, i wish people would respone if they viewed it though

props 2 you bronze, i liked cha joint