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    Quote Originally Posted by Sleep Sinatra View Post
    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...
    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 walking among us as people...

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    Default Yang's Dissertation

    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...
    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 walking among us as people...

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    Quote Originally Posted by ChristO View Post
    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
    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 walking among us as people...

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    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...
    Last edited by ChristO; 05-20-2009 at 07:31 PM.
    $%#&!

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    Default Slang Copulation

    Datpiff

    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...
    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 walking among us as people...

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    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.

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    Quote Originally Posted by GuitarCrazyo View Post
    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.
    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 walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    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...
    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 walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    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...
    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 walking among us as people...

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    ...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...
    $%#&!

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    dope shit in here kutt.. i finally had a chance to read thru this whole thread.. nothin but gems homie

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    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 walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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