Midwest Testament

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by Sleep Sinatra

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]

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]

Originally Posted by ChristO

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]

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]

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...

[GuitarCrazyo]

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]

Originally Posted by GuitarCrazyo

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]

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]

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]

...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]

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

[BornPower]

uppin