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Essential ink

Postby mcZu » Apr 7th, '09, 18:15

Beat used: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRa8xngfgNs
Feedback appreciated as always

Ask yourself on which facts you stand
No blasphemy with the pen in hand
Standing aligned to line in the dead
It has been said; it’s sad that no-one can
Flow fast as he proceeds to rap as I can
No can do; if you ask me to loose or bruise
My own music; ‘cause you know Zu is sick
With the flow that blew a hole in a whole
New fuel engine tank while sending facts
Towards fakers with math and equations
Equalized to break ‘em with no dance
So no chance of loosing in my cerebro
‘Cause my rhymes scrap scalps open bro
Eyes pushed back in your head yo; so...

Irises line up with your nerve-system
My script rhymes along with a serve-tactician
So preserve a mission that longs for submission
But I don’t know if I can seal it along my feelings
Squeezing no triggers, though I squeeze them who trigger
My hunger and make them be under dirt; grave visitors
Enslaved prisoners; who believe they real. No offence; I’m on
I viciously take over the set with a grenade pen and pad;
And the tactician visions of Djengis Khan him self
So my anger looses up fractions and makes the floor fall
You better grab on something when I break the room up
I spill Jekyll’s blood in a cup dip my pen in it and write
Hide the beast in me as long as I don’t fight with lines
Bonaparte my enemies with a song that parts destinies
Into puzzle pieces when I write a piece I seek no chrome piece
Rather take two fingers from my hand and make peace
No Gandhi; though my songs be along thee
Assumption of being solely focused on sight-seeing
With rhymes that see through scopes horizontally being
In long feet and pulled out like XL socks taken of; seeing
My devastated consequence laid upon the sentences
Defragmented consciouses stained with my sentences
After I separate faithful fate from hate stated in scriptures
Pictures of ridiculed creatures roam my hemispheres discus
Rotates between good and bad, I stood upon that fact;
While I wrote down my presence in real rap; essence of real rap
"Truth is limitless in its range; if you drop a 'T' and look at it in reverse, it could hurt."
- Lupe Fiasco

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