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Country: Egypt Birthday: 9/21/1900 Gender: Male
Interests: (Different like a platypus, analytical catalyst
Pullin punchlines out of hats, magical battle tricks)....studying lessons from the ancient ones.Admirer of De La SouL/BOoGiE MoNsTeRS/BAHAMADiA/Common Sense/BLACK MOON/Diamond D/Notorious B.I.G/BeatNuTz/Kurious/HiERoGLyPhiCS/ERIC B & RAKIM/MAiN SOURCE/Big Daddy Kane/ED O.G and the BuLLDoGs/EaZy-E/Camp Lo/PeTe RoCk & C.L smOoTh/Canibus/GANGSTARR/KoOL G.RAP & Dj PoLO/NAS/GhOsTFacE KiLLaH/iNTeLLiGeNT HoODLuM/Brand Nubian//KMD/X-CLAN/DiGaBLe pLaNeTs/Jeru/The RooTs/EDAN/J-ZoNe/L'RoNeUs/Lost Children of Babylon/SUPERNATURAL/Dr.OcTaGoN/CAGE/SiAH & YESHUA DAPO ED/ATMOSPHERE/RhymeSayers/NON-PROPHETS/Mr.LiF/7L & EsoTeRiC/MaDLiB/J.RAWLS/ALL NATURAL/C RAYZ WALZ/Jedi Mind Tricks/RADiOHEAD/PORTiSHEAD/dj Shadow/dj Krush/YODELLING MUSiC...cLassiC Rock...jaZz..60s..70s...80s....eTc
Expertise: poetic apothecary....i am the "AUDITORY NERVE ENIGMA"
Most of you can't even comprehend what I am saying
to you even in my human form the message I'm relaying
Why do you choose to mimic these wack MC's?
Why do you choose to listen to R&B?
Why must you believe somethin is fat
Just because it's played on the radio, 20 times per day?
My perception of poetical injection is ejactulation
The Immaculate Conception
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/13/2003
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| Long ago I dreamt, of a place called this I thought my mind shift, I was blinded by some twisted shit You see there was a wicked overlord that regulated over blackboards No one ever saw him but his henchmen stalked the land and damaged the minds of my own kind, blind to the ways of the overlord that overforced the acts that passed led by the mentally dead, forcefed this propaganda Demanding stand tall - man do as I say, or crawl This is your reality - echoed through my sleepy dream People scream, silent cries, echoed by - homicide rates, increasing, no ceasing the silence Violence is a mental thing, the pendulum swings but something wicked this way comes, murmurs through the slums Some claim to be a player, but in this game, we all pawns All spawn, by the overlord We overcame on a petty four-score of ancient folklore, but the overlord kept plottin Take, and I'll give you all the ROTTEN things I've gotten cause it's hot, in this hell on earth where you ain't worth a nickel And you can't even see the shit that makes your cells go sickle While fickle fuckers who don't follow strive for dyin quick El-imination tactics practiced by those wack ass henchmen Yeah then, you tell them I got plans for when it's finished Cause this ain't just a dream, and a place called this exists This ain't just a dream, and a place called this exists This ain't just a dream, and a place called this exists A placed called this exists, a place called this exists
A placed called this exists.. not only in the mind.. (not only in the mind) but within the definitive lines of our cities.. (of our cities) and their guidelines.. structured through time.. (structured through time) by the blind, who thought they had been given DEVINE, rights of passage.. (rights of passage) but see the fight continues.. and yet it's only gettin massive, now Probe for a sec while we detect the sites of evil The grass ain't even greener cause the barriers are see-through And we do, those deeds that heed or cause all of our flaws And the overlord ain't fictitious, the overlord's our laws or their laws, that tear all of us, in this perilous plot that got some peoples heated but you'll never read it in the paper, the caper's much too deep to leave to y'all man I seen it all, mirrored by the blemished image of created equal or religion mixed with government A puzzlement, incentives intent to kill minds Build ties through lies and they can't stop, won't stop Look at all those black cops flocked on the block just to mock those locked, in concrete cages You should've peeped the stages This ain't just a dream, and this shit is quite amazing Now some ain't even fazed by today's mental plague But I guess it ain't contagious.. the symptoms of racist behavior, racist behavior These are all symptoms of racist behavior Racist behavior, racist behavior These are all symptoms of racist behavior
A place called this.. exists..
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| We fight every night, now that's not kosher I reminisce with bliss of when we was closer And wake up to be greeted by an argument again You act like you're ten So immature, I try to concentrate on a cure And keep lookin' at the front door Thinkin' if I were to evacuate You'd probably be straighter than straight And wouldn't have so much hate 'Cause you don't know the pain I feel when I see you smilin' And when I roll up you start wilin' So I front like everything's hunky-dory But it's a whole different story You don't like the fact that I'm me I don't put on a show When it comes time for you to have company And your friends don't understand your choice of man They speak proper while my speech is from a gargabe can But regardless, you shouldn't have to be so raw I'm lookin' at the front door
I'm lookin' at the front door Baby, I'm lookin' at the front door I'm lookin' at the front door
And when you're with your friends, I glide to the side Until the spotlight is mine and never sabotage a good time But when they're not around, the fights commence I'm the one you're against and it doesn't make sense 'Cause I'm the one that you claim to love for life But all I get is gray hairs and strife And I can play some ole stuck-up rapper role And get foul every time you lose control But that's not my order of operations So I should win an award for lots of patience 'Cause that's all a fella can have With a girl who's shootin' up his world like Shaft And I don't think that I can take it anymore I'm lookin' at the front door
My friends always tell me how I'm lucky to possess The best looking girl in the whole U.S. But every time you scream, you blow your finesse Tryin' to dis the Profess- Or twenty-four hours of acting sore Sometimes I wish you'd come down with lockjaw So I don't have to take in the breakin' You treat me like a burnt piece of bacon It seems like just two years Back when we were bonded and not pierced But now I keep itchin' to jet Sitting' in the chair just to stare, set to sprint Yo, sweetheart, you better take a hint I say it now like I said it before I'm lookin' at the front door
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| Today will be the first time going to Yoga class.and no i ain't gay.PEACE!!!! | | |
| Like oh mah gaw! i met N.E.R.D yesterday in nyc at FYE music store.They performed a couple of songs.Meanwhile pharell was staring at me to avoid looking at all those nasty ass bitches.I also got to talk to them exchanging words as if we knew each other.Oh Chad,i'll talk about grafitti with you anytime.I LOVE N.E.R.D!!!!! LOL! | | |
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