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been doing this before

common fell outta love with her

witnessed this games metamorphosis

like a butterfly from the chrysalis

bring pugilistic linguistics

scientific poetics

rappers flow is basic

this game dumbed down

like the education system 

and i'm in mourning

hip-hop's apocalyptic state

is catastrophic

claiming their esoteric

but they're dropping lots of bullshit

they're fake like the 

emancipation proclamation

and i'm the tax-man

realising i need something good

like maverick sabre

not reeferring to herbs 

wrapped in paper

i dehpon capers

tek mi for a simpleton

i play dumb to catchwise

tek lives wit ill lines

inside my bar rhymes

speak to your sublime

with remarkable time
peeps await my bars like payday
skills forged under pressure
force my bars to be diamonds


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i am...

a demagogue
raising up the riotous masses
inspire in flashes
a vicious force 
like anakin and the emperor
luke and yoda
always connect like voda
advanced lyricism
bring ya criticism
positive or negative
with or without ism schism
i make it pure
like light through prism


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it

periodically it sweeps over me 
sometimes a calm tide
othertimes a swarm like locusts
alone in this
darkness is my warmth
it comes in floods and stays
in stints minutes, hours, days
smile and joke through it
damn being too candid


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the wandering

young and dumb, when i
was enticed to a
fruitful wilderness
a phantasmagorical oasis
where i went
i could not tell
parts of the journey
i could not spell

i met many
they spoke and dressed like me
seductive words dipped in poison
unbeknown to us

i was unschooled in this form
of skullduggery
the Word? familiarly unfamiliar
to me

i went in
wholeheartedly, forsook
friends and family
i was taken...

don't regret many
but these actions 
i regret regrettably

caught in a web
of deception from my inception
born again?
the travesty of a false reality

imprisoned by the ghostspell
bewitching false messiah
serving man not the Man

followed man's opinion
on what's profane and holy

don't regret many
but these actions 
i regret regrettably

yet i journeyed
thought i was a freed slave
but really an enslaved freeman

oh, how it's taught me
this journey
went wandering to find me 
only to finish at the beginning

with me


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mightier than...

mightier than...

the sword the pen, come like rapier

words pierce flesh

and cause permanent scars

mightier than...

the sword the pen

ends life and brings death

brings life and ends death

mightier than...

the sword the pen

brings tears, sadness

joy, anger, laughter fear

mightier than...



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the tattooist by zepharaya

the pincer movement begins moment on moment
from here to there from me to you
one point fixed on the here and now
the other seeing, feeling, reacting.
i want to lift it up, the here and now but, 
it's waited by action
the pincer rises but where it lands is
glancing, diverting, accepting, hurting or creating.
each point of contact leaves a mark and
tracing this is my mission.


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where did you go? by stephen augustine

i understand the need for spiritualness
but what will you spare to achieve this?
family left with emptiness
i thought we were brothers
turns out we were friends no less
actions, actions extreme at best
desperate at worst
working within new confines
marriage of needs hearts and minds
"oh it'll be fine"
for a time
until you realise!
there's just good and bad
and YOU choose to do one more than the other
welcome back my brother
but may i ask

where did you go?


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