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BornPower
03-31-2010, 10:31 PM
Doctor's Note

Reborn in form and name,
call my page agent orange,
a skeleton's blaze encased with flesh torn and stitched
foreign appendages,
half burned, murmur and twitch
half murderer, my axes service the innocent
half cursed, my family were John's Baptists at first
until James awakened my ravenous thirst to gather knowledge
a blind god, my crying Father
he inspired me to slaughter college sheets,
taught me to read leaves and know Death is the daughter of Sleep
even Peter Parker leaves Venom to breathe,
a bitter criminal,
sinister in deed but divisible by three
sixty thieves killed by a scorpion's sting built by Morpheus' regime
skilled performances at high speeds,
my pores bleed ink as Funk Doctors monitor me
militant sports on green boxes,
give little gloves red rings, bogus warranties and lobotomies,
some would call me one stop shopping, half prodigy
dark knotty wires are attached and I half watch the proceedings
one hand chopped and half seamed,
often I have no breath,
half dead bodies giving the illusion of consciousness and esteem
lost in the havoc of launched dreams,
a God's bombs drop static,
charged plastic demons doing battle with black fleets
track my blood and seed through potholes in Chicago's streets,
plot points and fees for shots, voices and live feeds
in life we arrive screaming
accepting of treacherous lies and scheming,
our connections leave us blind to the minds behind the screens
wipe the mic clean,
play wires and strings during third encounters with paupers and kings
pawns pause and dodge lethal blades,
bishops bleed for knaves and skeleton keys are locked away on destiny's estates
impeccably weighted with impressive arrays and reams of data,
killa beez become LZRS, beams and ray guns
my once-dead taste buds detect layers of corruption,
take my tongue with dull and half-done instructions,
craft mud men that lack love and practice savage destruction...

*maniacal laughter fades*

THE MASON
04-05-2010, 09:42 AM
beast mode!! shit mad quotables up in this piece, dope flavours 5Kut.

ChristO
04-19-2010, 07:50 PM
yeah, once again. LI7, solid...

J.T.S.
04-21-2010, 12:44 AM
stop the press! way too many quotables

BornPower
04-25-2010, 11:18 PM
peace and I appreciate the feedback. feel free to add on if the itch strikes, this is a Cipher Born, remember?

BornPower
04-25-2010, 11:31 PM
*dISTORTED WORDS, STATIC*

"I am for action, not words! I am the leader of the future!"

*CACKLING LAUGH, SNEERING VOICE*

"Yes, exiled to another dimension!"

I awoke in hell with no Knowledge of Self,
took chrome from Capone's shelves,
prepare my soul for a reign of shells
shown a golden road I fell deep,
some would say I fell asleep
but my compositions and sheets move compasses and streets
barred entry,
I knock not with fists, but feet
splinters and teeth chip and bleed as I transmit speech
followed across blistering sands,
I ran against bandits and Kings
hollow brands rob abandoned streams of thought
fed rotting meat,
I "C" men like me swallowing schemes and eying cold logic oddly
as steel solders, I steal soldiers as a god's thief
march against me,
sharpen infantry against instruments and beats
filter green through the nostrils of Nastrodamus' elite,
cobbled from flesh and ink, I'm impossible to beat
Sifer-Born, wires and thorns weave lines and live horns
conspiring barons,
preparin' fleets to bear seeds, raping territories as the flying swarm
tried and hung high,
my tongue, eyes and pride were survived by perfect disciples
burning bibles, attorneys and rivals,
my intent was to journey, I didn't pay attention to arrivals
blaze incense in my raging innocence,
pain has always been my friend when the reins stay diligent
erase my penmanship and strip monuments of their true measure,
it's ALWAYS business, trading digits is a computer's pleasure
stitch sutures and gray matter into sweaters, weapons, and future weather Patterns...

H.Notik
04-25-2010, 11:47 PM
stitch sutures and gray matter into sweaters, weapons, and future weather Patterns...


An as the flame departs this makeshift dart flees into blackness
Stringing up a fallen sun unique beliefs and actions;
Fill the minds of many, we cheat to hide a feeling…
I creep through streets’n factions concealing cries of envy
And now you’re dying reeling, the line that binds existence
Twisting it intensely till you knot and tie the cheering …
We often fly the wheel when, emotions cause commotion
Over any bumpy road a goals devotion thrives the spirit,
Driving off a mountain, in hopes to find the finish...
watching our soul plummet into the depths of hellish sinners.
And once the bomb hits and we spiral down to freedom
This little light of mine see’s the dark’n would love to be him.
Submerged in a destiny…shackled to a will
We’ve learned to get the best of it with the lesser of our skills
The sun has shined bright, our peoples skin has burnt…
As the faith of a fallen nation bleeds the heart deep into dirt
A coffin waits for us, as the devil sharpens his horns…
Laughing at the fact the night has turned into the norm
We’ve tried to be the best…held it up for so long…
But when the sky falls, it’s truly best to move on.

BornPower
04-25-2010, 11:55 PM
An as the flame departs this makeshift dart flees into blackness
Stringing up a fallen sun unique beliefs and actions;
Fill the minds of many, we cheat to hide a feeling…
I creep through streets’n factions concealing cries of envy
And now you’re dying reeling, the line that binds existence
Twisting it intensely till you knot and tie the cheering …
We often fly the wheel when, emotions cause commotion
Over any bumpy road a goals devotion thrives the spirit,
Driving off a mountain, in hopes to find the finish...
watching our soul plummet into the depths of hellish sinners.
And once the bomb hits and we spiral down to freedom
This little light of mine see’s the dark’n would love to be him.
Submerged in a destiny…shackled to a will
We’ve learned to get the best of it with the lesser of our skills
The sun has shined bright, our peoples skin has burnt…
As the faith of a fallen nation bleeds the heart deep into dirt
A coffin waits for us, as the devil sharpens his horns…
Laughing at the fact the night has turned into the norm
We’ve tried to be the best…held it up for so long…
But when the sky falls, it’s truly best to move on.

DAYUM! and I can't do anything but stand and applaud this piece of work here, H.Notik. I couldn't help but dig this even if I had granny's lil spoons.



:list::king::learning::spin:

the whole piece was hot and I need to find some things for you and I to work on together if you're up for it.

H.Notik
04-26-2010, 12:13 AM
Thanks...

I'm always down to collab. let me know whats up.



These roots grow tired as my soul clutches oblivion
On one side screams god, peace cheats fools rush into simmer in'
The sweet streets, symbolism…blades hit deep with emotion
Souls extinguish'n preist greet children as families face the commotion
I see beasts…leaping into a circus of flesh
As 3 beats of my heart prepare me for a thirst to be quenched
Sinners sit in my mirror visions of oceans turn painful
I see angels flying high only to fall in flame from all angles
God why'd you do it?
My faith has bled me dry an yet you hide the truth is
I've spent many a night searching for death, but can't find the nooses
So…Forsake my life with a smile and spit on my sorrow
I'd rather die today then put my family through another glimpse of tomorrow
The utter hint of my morals devastates the roots of my history
Abuse is my tendency, so a simple "Hello" seems like the rouse of a bittersweet
Individual…Cynical passion mixed with maniacal minutes
Equals - a prisoner fastened within the minds of the people…
I'm finished; looking back on the past with a batted eye
Cuz no man should ever take part in happiness if his mother has to cry.
So for that…no apologies, rather I give up my soul
To endure the devils pardon so my family never pays his toll…
Existence…
Of the mind is something that boggles my feelings
It's like I've bled through open scars, regardless of healing
So this….this is my means to convey a message
Be one with yourself and enjoy life until the day of your death wish

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-26-2010, 07:03 AM
Shit is banging

ChristO
05-06-2010, 08:04 PM
man, clitoris spit out fruit delivered dirt fresh
truth hid' in a test, born amazed, a maze for first steps
the cipher the womb, the life to the tomb
40 days and nights coming soon, my salt to the wounds
I'm 2o12, by myself, my grip on the islands
shelf life? best-sold-by dates in the '90s
yeah, but I'm forever never stale or moldy as
3-month-old loaves, make change that fold to cash
seen fronts rearranged like mouths made of glass
& nowadays how to play's straight found in the casket
I'm up-&-at 'em, adolf back to adam
I'm God, cesar ain't had the sight to fathom...
...yeah, and I got a method, man...I'm coming for that yah'mean
warn y'all team, revolution ain't on widescreen...

THE MASON
05-06-2010, 11:52 PM
...laser beam hot wire the router to revert the scene
hydro plane, quickshift, four, five, six, dismissed
dip, slip past the barricades set for the raid
the heistman pullin jacks of the decade
decode the cords to the hand grenade
alarm clocks displays no time as classic music plays
seranade with beethoven, blow the safe open
smoke and dust particles floatin
adrenaline pumpin, the view is slow motion
chaos and commotion civilians comatosin
concussion waves collapse lungs in close quarters
the order, is take all, leave none, 30 minutes and be done
fail safe the whole place wired to detonate
16 hostages wired set to annihilate
in case, some hero wants to face a retirement state
28 minutes later, the cash is stashed in a uhaul trailer
just as we begin to make our escape
a bomb under the trailer initiates
moral of the story, everyone meets there fate

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
05-07-2010, 08:58 AM
hang with those swordsmen 9 assembled boards-men
district with those departed now I'm Section 9 re-guarded/
chop flows boarded up with knives
coming with those Machete's like Danny Trejo/
brave in the heart making rappers look like pop tarts
coming at the beat like William Wallace/
I'm polished like steel swords coming with claymores
slicing emcees up like turn an Apple into Macintosh/
drastically stocking pallets emcees can't rock so they stopped
drop the Prozac, dole off clones soft with multiples like Multiple-Man/
zoned out don arms checking my cards, see the charts
I have HP equivalent to any enemy on the field facing me/
taken complacent when wasted tasted death
devilish threats emperors empower tower depths in the lords steps/
chess piecing worlds away in climaxes til film credits role
cold as a turrat going off, now i'm just busting lines open lanes/
jaded flames get cha game eradicated in a way that just makes you a dust ball
uppercut cha suckers thinking they butter bean throwing machines you ain't tough enough/

BornPower
05-15-2010, 11:49 PM
...chess piecing worlds away in climaxes til film credits role
cold as a turrat going off, now i'm just busting lines open lanes/
jaded flames get cha game eradicated in a way that just makes you a dust ball
uppercut cha suckers thinking they butter bean throwing machines you ain't tough enough...

buckle up, crash test dummies
my rusty summaries pump feeds into empty dishes and screens
no split decisions,
my team of crusty mercenaries scheme be ring technicians
Kings slings darts on missions,
bring all parts and parcels,
chipping hearts through chinky armor with my sharpened precision
we crave darkness,
only then may the artistic be expressed as infinite
lay hard instruments against mentals,
twist visual experiences in tremendous ways
"they" say, "He who wins is paid,"
but I remember that He who lives has a swifter blade...

ChristO
05-16-2010, 10:45 PM
shit grenades tossed at fit brigades
lost in pits for days, dogs done sniffed for days
searching for clues, persons on news
cold cased-up, frozen in time, surf the old news
the burials of the truths, no hurry to prove who dunnit
no posters saying "wanted", the system don't really want it
my seed on not in a stomach, I feed into being hunted
same time, what I need I prey for, I turned the hunter...

BornPower
05-18-2010, 11:42 PM
shit grenades tossed at fit brigades
lost in pits for days, dogs done sniffed for days
searching for clues, persons on news
cold cased-up, frozen in time, surf the old news
the burials of the truths, no hurry to prove who dunnit
no posters saying "wanted", the system don't really want it
my seed on not in a stomach, I feed into being hunted
same time, what I need I prey for, I turned the hunter...

while my brother turns the hunter, I learn to suffer
the burning man on deserted sands
turn the clock on a perfect hand,
gods purchase thoughts as the service demands
converse on plots and imperfect plans,
as the surface chips and rots bishops build monuments to false accomplishments
towers topple,
spread across continents when I spit Oz winds
twins chopped still inkblot charted quadrants,
each fifth is a Sergeant, insuring his six is guarded
refine print,
build my borns quick before the cipher's final tick has started