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Word One!
Round I:
Like all of us I was born numbered set to go!
Spiked lust is my hunger
For letters to hit the lotto!
I thought I’d peaked the summit
When I could speak to punch your stomach
Isn’t this something? That wasn’t enough!
I have a way with curves
Swerving words to get away with murder
Is a turgid urge!
Attacks tragic like black magic;
You lack practice! I track jagged cracks
Match 'em back as a gabbing habit.
So I'll have at it with half-wits
Who attract accidents like grabbing axes.
I'm elastic and graphically outmatching.
I abstain to rush when my brain goes gush
'Cause my paintbrush is hatchets
Splayed for redspray across palettes!
I'm on a level to take devils to the mattress
Bevel glass, bright and tight
Like opening the night right
With a shiv exposing the painful glow
Of a rainbow where it hid back into ROY G. BIV!
Blasted back betwixted like light refracted
Through prism's crystal split
'Cause I'm bespelled with class
Despite being the asshole who might roll
Past and trouble you subtle with a flick of my hand
Like rubble over quicksand.
Befuddled before my RAM?
Huddle with the rest who can't understand.
I'm a divinely enhanced man
With finely entranced plans
Entangled to a quickening
Searching for a victim
To wrangle so get in line
An watch your wishing
My angled mind is always listening
These rhymes often unwind
Into grounding bits from pounding fists
I found this clowning riff surrounds me with wit
But won't calm me.
Like explosions in the ocean
The sound flips into tsunamis.
I get grounded when I spit
And pop out of the box like Jumanji
Rend my zen into revenge out of my cage
Like the rage of Monte Cristo.
Mephisto's on me. In each page
He reaches to play. Growling clout,
Howling to be let out, the unreason of this demon
Is seething with frets to shout.
And ganja green on the scene,
A response so clean
Honestly pops in the vision
Of dub-step rhythm.
Like all of us I was born numbered set to go!
Spiked lust is my hunger
For letters to hit the lotto!
I thought I’d peaked the summit
When I could speak to punch your stomach
Isn’t this something? That wasn’t enough!
I have a way with curves
Swerving words to get away with murder
Is a turgid urge!
Upset by the utter derision
Fluttering hidden
In my gutter wisdom?
The dubstep that upsets
From subtext in subsonics
Fires like chronic desires.
Aspiring kaleidoscopic,
Wired and getting higher,
Hypnotic I never tire
Of clever liars to burn
Returning to the mire.
I earned my ample mantle entire
So don't discern to spurn my ire.
Distinguished English
The distinct advantage
Of a cunning linguist
'Cause my quick fists
Handle mangling unplanned.
Pop off like improv, indiscrete
With feet down for a complete
Beat down to make headway
A little past my riddle
And segue into the middle
Of the second round!
Like all of us I was born numbered set to go!
Spiked lust is my hunger
For letters to hit the lotto!
I thought I’d peaked the summit
When I could speak to punch your stomach
Isn’t this something? That wasn’t enough!
I have a way with curves
Swerving words to get away with murder
Is a turgid urge!
Round II:
Beriddled to get physical
It's a wonder how we scrounge
For kicks and licks in the underground.
Grinning when I spar, sinning took me far,
Spinning amongst stars. Beating vice,
Feeding the knife, needing strife,
Bereft from leaving death in the night
Cheating life like Prometheus
Eating lust, a traitor to his creator.
Greator animator with chronic-
Hypnotic style like crocodile skin
Worn thin on an alligator.
Like all of us I was born numbered set to go!
Spiked lust is my hunger
For letters to hit the lotto!
I thought I’d peaked the summit
When I could speak to punch your stomach
Isn’t this something? That wasn’t enough!
I have a way with curves
Swerving words to get away with murder
Is a turgid urge!
Rhyme-a-prayer, crime sprayer,
Faster chatter like a fader master
Teasing sin in like a Dionysian Satyr.
Study the ways of litigators and tort attorneys.
Support from me? Hold court come up shorter than me.
Can't afford to bleed for sport for not believing this retort.
Smoke some kush to stroke and push me,
Cleaved into the evening news report.
Rip a rap assassination
On the riff raff for entertainment.
I should abstain but I aim to maim
And claim the bloodstain on the pavement
Is an artistic statement.
The colors of death reflect
Such amazing gradients...
This isn't rapping.
Round III:
This is a form of warm-up snapping
For battling through jabbing.
Even my crapping brings a sting,
A fast chattering smashing everything!
Shattering with zing,
Crashing all that matters into a lashing,
Tattered like your mom's gash thing
On her disgraced face, flattering
'Cause she never got past our fling!
An indiscrete technique geek
Has within reach experiences to speak
From experiments completely clearing
Interference like a fearless freak's appearance
Between black satin sheets. Peerless
When I'm this near my peak.
Words disturbed to round a curve,
My words astound to blur.
Fast outmatched this nerd
Doesn't need the last thought
To grab a gasp or laugh but pop off
With wily violent mileage
To cleave enemies at the knees.
Trapped the worst curse
Isn't at having the last word but the last laugh!
Twirled, squirrelly and unfurled
To reach complete and say the least... WORD!
Like all of us I was born numbered set to go!
Spiked lust is my hunger
For letters to hit the lotto!
I thought I’d peaked the summit
When I could speak to punch your stomach
Isn’t this something? That wasn’t enough!
I have a way with curves
Swerving words to get away with murder
Is a turgid urge!
Like all of us I was born numbered set to go!
Spiked lust is my hunger
For letters to hit the lotto!
I thought I’d peaked the summit
When I could speak to punch your stomach
Isn’t this something? That wasn’t enough!
I have a way with curves
Swerving words to get away with murder
Is a turgid urge!
Attacks tragic like black magic;
You lack practice! I track jagged cracks
Match 'em back as a gabbing habit.
So I'll have at it with half-wits
Who attract accidents like grabbing axes.
I'm elastic and graphically outmatching.
I abstain to rush when my brain goes gush
'Cause my paintbrush is hatchets
Splayed for redspray across palettes!
I'm on a level to take devils to the mattress
Bevel glass, bright and tight
Like opening the night right
With a shiv exposing the painful glow
Of a rainbow where it hid back into ROY G. BIV!
Blasted back betwixted like light refracted
Through prism's crystal split
'Cause I'm bespelled with class
Despite being the asshole who might roll
Past and trouble you subtle with a flick of my hand
Like rubble over quicksand.
Befuddled before my RAM?
Huddle with the rest who can't understand.
I'm a divinely enhanced man
With finely entranced plans
Entangled to a quickening
Searching for a victim
To wrangle so get in line
An watch your wishing
My angled mind is always listening
These rhymes often unwind
Into grounding bits from pounding fists
I found this clowning riff surrounds me with wit
But won't calm me.
Like explosions in the ocean
The sound flips into tsunamis.
I get grounded when I spit
And pop out of the box like Jumanji
Rend my zen into revenge out of my cage
Like the rage of Monte Cristo.
Mephisto's on me. In each page
He reaches to play. Growling clout,
Howling to be let out, the unreason of this demon
Is seething with frets to shout.
And ganja green on the scene,
A response so clean
Honestly pops in the vision
Of dub-step rhythm.
Like all of us I was born numbered set to go!
Spiked lust is my hunger
For letters to hit the lotto!
I thought I’d peaked the summit
When I could speak to punch your stomach
Isn’t this something? That wasn’t enough!
I have a way with curves
Swerving words to get away with murder
Is a turgid urge!
Upset by the utter derision
Fluttering hidden
In my gutter wisdom?
The dubstep that upsets
From subtext in subsonics
Fires like chronic desires.
Aspiring kaleidoscopic,
Wired and getting higher,
Hypnotic I never tire
Of clever liars to burn
Returning to the mire.
I earned my ample mantle entire
So don't discern to spurn my ire.
Distinguished English
The distinct advantage
Of a cunning linguist
'Cause my quick fists
Handle mangling unplanned.
Pop off like improv, indiscrete
With feet down for a complete
Beat down to make headway
A little past my riddle
And segue into the middle
Of the second round!
Like all of us I was born numbered set to go!
Spiked lust is my hunger
For letters to hit the lotto!
I thought I’d peaked the summit
When I could speak to punch your stomach
Isn’t this something? That wasn’t enough!
I have a way with curves
Swerving words to get away with murder
Is a turgid urge!
Round II:
Beriddled to get physical
It's a wonder how we scrounge
For kicks and licks in the underground.
Grinning when I spar, sinning took me far,
Spinning amongst stars. Beating vice,
Feeding the knife, needing strife,
Bereft from leaving death in the night
Cheating life like Prometheus
Eating lust, a traitor to his creator.
Greator animator with chronic-
Hypnotic style like crocodile skin
Worn thin on an alligator.
Like all of us I was born numbered set to go!
Spiked lust is my hunger
For letters to hit the lotto!
I thought I’d peaked the summit
When I could speak to punch your stomach
Isn’t this something? That wasn’t enough!
I have a way with curves
Swerving words to get away with murder
Is a turgid urge!
Rhyme-a-prayer, crime sprayer,
Faster chatter like a fader master
Teasing sin in like a Dionysian Satyr.
Study the ways of litigators and tort attorneys.
Support from me? Hold court come up shorter than me.
Can't afford to bleed for sport for not believing this retort.
Smoke some kush to stroke and push me,
Cleaved into the evening news report.
Rip a rap assassination
On the riff raff for entertainment.
I should abstain but I aim to maim
And claim the bloodstain on the pavement
Is an artistic statement.
The colors of death reflect
Such amazing gradients...
This isn't rapping.
Round III:
This is a form of warm-up snapping
For battling through jabbing.
Even my crapping brings a sting,
A fast chattering smashing everything!
Shattering with zing,
Crashing all that matters into a lashing,
Tattered like your mom's gash thing
On her disgraced face, flattering
'Cause she never got past our fling!
An indiscrete technique geek
Has within reach experiences to speak
From experiments completely clearing
Interference like a fearless freak's appearance
Between black satin sheets. Peerless
When I'm this near my peak.
Words disturbed to round a curve,
My words astound to blur.
Fast outmatched this nerd
Doesn't need the last thought
To grab a gasp or laugh but pop off
With wily violent mileage
To cleave enemies at the knees.
Trapped the worst curse
Isn't at having the last word but the last laugh!
Twirled, squirrelly and unfurled
To reach complete and say the least... WORD!
Like all of us I was born numbered set to go!
Spiked lust is my hunger
For letters to hit the lotto!
I thought I’d peaked the summit
When I could speak to punch your stomach
Isn’t this something? That wasn’t enough!
I have a way with curves
Swerving words to get away with murder
Is a turgid urge!
Published 3rd Jul 2012
| Edited 30th Jun 2013
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