Added (03/Sep/10, 6:23 PM)
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Raptacular venacular all up in your spatula
wordsmith more fat than the sum of distended bellies in africa/
back to the gramamatica cuz in all practica
more swift with the scripts than a doc emphatica/
eradicate the actors the vaccine in practice
fit to rid the world and the atlas of wackness/
the masters mastercraft the masses
to atune to the tune of a so called savage/
take the middle passage backwards reparate the classes
retrack the fact that the grass is greener/
in my b boy demeanor command I am a man
and anyone to advance on my fam is already damned/
understand the lessons manifest the count
to account for the blessings million man march is out/

million man march is out, we spark the dark route,
shout with the heart and clout, of a 24 round bout,
against the forces of doubt, and deception,
of false protection, controlled natural selection
like thin air, fair disappears into fear less clear than an election
interfered through interception we're surveyed every second,
everyday, you step outside of your house,
even the internet dimension, every click of your mouse,
every fuck every kid with your spouse is recorded down
stored and hoarded, more n more amounts of sites
n blogs askin you to log in with your facebook accounts,

Added (06/Sep/10, 8:17 PM)
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Keep the package wrapped in passels so you can pass the mic
All night I be the prime grapevine like Walter Kronkite
While most emcees light I iceberg like klondike
On the chase for cream in a dream we all make the wrongs right
Just to keep the bonds tight I stay cold blooded
So on all my joints you can truly say bi polar done done it
Off the hook like who want it in a Texas roadhouse
Nice with the knife on a slice so my cuts turn out
Better than expected no doubt chief supreme elected premium
Why the sections are sold out truly rare raw but never medium
On another Idi Imean and them somebody's taking over
The rap game needs another new name so we got another new solider

DOPEMATICAL

Im not Racist ....im just alot better then other races

Added (19/Sep/10, 12:30 PM)
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"rapping to myself cuz there ain't no one to rap to this spirit came to me like somebody looking at you"

statues and stanzas each four by four had hammers
I just had to nail the answers to the questions
in the search for truth my aggression came thru
like nothing less than rage at the wicked ways of a world
enslaved by misdirection the art of wars weapons
had me in radio daze for second now I'm on my second
winds prepping for the perfect storm getting it on like knowledge born
is a blessing professing the progression just to track
night skys northerdly direction

Added (19/Sep/10, 12:49 PM)
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i was listening to "Rhodes" from here while i was writin this

Added (19/Sep/10, 1:09 PM)
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god damn its like everytime i try to write its writers block
is it cus i aint from the ghetto or never witnessed an episode of the block?
is it cus i never cared what people thought of me and refused to ride cock
is it cus im 15 and dress the way i wanna not the way thats pop and hot
or is it cus rhymin is a skill your born with and i might as well drop and stop
its like everything i do i just suck at it, bad grades in school no special skills at all
i cant sing or dance, i cant run or jump and i cant play no ball
im short and skinny, i dont like to go out smoke weed or drink henny
people call me stupid, crazy, cocky and funny
when they ignorant and dumber than a playboy bunny
...im just talkin shit now i suck at this
but i needed to get some shit off my chest

this curse that i've patterned
in circles like saturn
it hurts i try rappin
a verse
to slide it back in reverse
despite lackin the words
trapped'n that ain't the first
time its happened
immerse into
the pad and the pen
i stab my pen to the pad
let it enter the scab
with the momentum i grab,
slowly opens the wounds,
my blood flows with the tune
so i soak it into
the vast cloaks of the past
i know they're hope i'll last
at the end of the day
but i struggled so hard
just to spend it away

I spit acid on bars, that's how I escaped the beat's prison/
This is a res-erection so all you dead prick emcees have risen/
Then, with shame I kill you again. Leave you with rigor-mortified/
My style is lethal squared, that's how I keep it four-tified/
I'll make your brain compute just so that I can hack your mental/
Then I'll chop out your teeth and tell you it was ax-a-dental/
You spent a quarter of your life in exile, now there's no change left/
And to your right all of your resources have been bereft/
Check out my cleft. When you get to your bass it causes you treble/
But I'm up to bat and I'm about to knock-and-turn-all that aren't on my level/
I'm never on the ground and so for that fact I'll never face de-feet/
Like pulling chairs out from under people your whole style is de-seat/
I'm an emcee rebel leaving these dog emcees in the o-bitch-uary/
I leave you hanging off cliffs whenever I hit you very--/
--hard with rimes leaving you frozen in a Time's scene/
Sitting in an Arctic wind with no cover but a magazine/

I take this one month at a time to the bloody end, period/
End of discussion. My vocab amounts to barely a mere-iad--/
--of words that come off hard enough to sentence you to death/
That's how rap addicts like me keep on shining like crystal meth/
Due to how in tents I spit I've become a circus spectacle/
When I get on the mic I go nuts just like a testicle/
I'm like a wrecking ball, at your door just knocking down your building/
I come into your house and freeze you while I'm just chilling/
The villain stealing your limbs so call this an arm robbery/
This ain't Joe so you know the job won't get done Sloppily/
I stop to C that it's done but continue 'cause my rhymes are D-E-F/
And when I finish I catch some Z's because there's nothing left/
I'll clock you in the head so that I bruise your temporal lobe/
And send you back to Medieval times for you to probe/
And search for a time in vein when your blood lines were dominant/
Because like a regular school dance, that time wasn't prom-inent/

To all emcees, if we ain't got beef, I'd be glad to meat you/
Those egging me on to compete, I'd be glad to beat you/
You're a complete fool that's been divided so now you're a half-wit/
My lyrics are like computer drawings only a bit more graphic/
I traffic emcees leaving their free airways congested/
Then battle against their fake bars because I've never been con-tested/
I wreck these malevolent phonies with ease because my words are pro-lific/
I'm the general of hip hop and that's why I get so specific/
And explicit with de-script-ions like this was documentation/
It probably won't seem familiar because it's your disorientation/
You're fake and your whole sub-stance is beneath my standing/
You're not a tree. Who are you to bark orders and be demanding?/
Facing off against me can explain your lack of identity/
That's why your style is bitten -- a wound stitches can't remedy/
Remember me? You seeing me again like deja view is not recommended/
When I've stayed at hotels these puns never inn tended/

my new theme song



erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

Nice!

French

My rhymes are so crazy got people jumping out la fenetre 
Really questioning to be or n'etre pas 
Like jadakiss hit pourquoi they stop letting Negros get degrees in jail
Peut être because their scared of if their system fails
Oh well J'habite in the 20st century
Doing something mean to it
We can all heal le monde if we keen to it
I'm seeing to it that cats aren't malade of the game
and still rock solid and steady when they holla for fame

to be conintued...