mako
07-09-2003, 04:23 PM
yo my mind intrenches verbal catalystic hype statistics/into a form of protection like a sponge discus/...with.....a progressive access to explore inside your pores/ leaves insessive regreats in your brains frontal lobes/ words that play like little children with incredibale cohention/ a invention to innocent lifless potential intersubmission/ metophors so potent and corrosive/ they make u lose focus/some need visions of guidance/ to conquer, an conjure, like hocus pocus portal, styles with more calcium then a bowl of total, lyrical insitions of subsidence/ that inharbor more contiplative fondals then a pornagraphic playboy photo; My style is resiual/ with cattatonic words that are unsubmitable to a intraditidal computer with 1000 mghz of space bcuz i make the strong look pitiful/ im a matixal being with the gift/ of a fast tounge an lip/ with intricet punch lines that sit on the bench/ after my intro makes your nervous system flench.....if you want a metophor so deep/that will tied your legs under the sea/ capsizes from integrital pressure from a microminimum hull breech/and seeps for emotional ties that physically/ bind souls and minds/ which unfolds the truth beneath the lines/ of lies that people hide becuase of pride/ an fear someone will cheap'n them an push the feelings over to the side/ patholigal fathoms beyond logical spasums of perfusly insane verbal/ introducingz, that move rooms an tip tables/ like a 3-d movie, if u want sickness then give me your vein so i can insert a spree/ of hepititis b mixed with syphilis and H.I.V/ then you only see a 16th of how ill i can be while u die physically/ tryin to match a style that hasnt peaked in its developing certainly/....haha....questionable indevers/of indepth lyrical servers/that cause the weather around your eyes to raise broadway plays/ as your iris drys slowly an in a diving drive dies/.....word play......emcees have a goal/ and as their self prophecy in-and-unfolds/ u can see programable progress as you scroll/ down the cold electrol controlable manfolds of where their minds last sanity holds/.....in a last attempt to sink the unsinkable battle ship/ they kamikazi drop so quik the blood vessels begins to rip/ like a cotton cloth on jagged edges/ oaths of silence on death pledges/ of a intrepid/ intraversable so heavy it stays unearthable 8)
Mako
Mako