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BigSyke    113

Can you picture my prophecy?

Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me

The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin

There ain't no stoppin me

Constantly movin while makin millions

Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings

Can't raise the children cause they're illin

Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin

Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?

Hard headed bastard

Maybe he'll listen in his casket - the aftermath

More bodies being buried - I'm losing my homies in a hurry

They're relocating to the cemetary

Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried

The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me

I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers

Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger

Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is

What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth

It's just me against the world baby

With all this extra stressin

The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath

When will I finally get to rest? Through this supression

They punish the people that's askin questions

And those that possess, steal from the ones without possessions

The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons

Don't settle for less - even a genius asks-es questions

Be grateful for blessings

Don't ever change, keep your essence

The power is in the people and politics we address

Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic

And when you get stranded

And things don't go the way you planned it

Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference

Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen

If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change

It wasn't nuttin like the game

It's just me against the world

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BigSyke    113

Walkin through the penile glands, like it was a unfathered man

Knowledge is the key to the mind which is a mysterious doorway

Through a long dark hallway

Use your conscious as a compass to avoid bein' conquered

By nonsense, use your subconscious as a map

Once it's time to head back use your food for thought

And leave bread tracks

Now we can see the third eye, swift as you burn fly

You need common sense as a detour

Up ahead there lies three doors for you to see more

You might have to meditate to the soft melodies from a keyboard

Understandin' is your flashlight

It reflects the windows to your past life

No psychiatric's could raid you from off the mattress

As you fall deeper, and it's hypnotized you better read my lips

Cause that's the guide, out the hallways of negative

Which is always competitive, therefore

You must never let it live

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BigSyke    113

Information begins the gathering

Starting the pattern and stargate towards saturn

Between the eye socket is where I will build my sky rocket

You don�t need any passport, all you need is a thought

Suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal

The flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano

The brain begins to process as we start the conquest

From out the physical bondage, the thought

Launches, voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imaginination

Now open your eyes do you see the flaming arrows aiming at pharoahs inhibitions

As we begin-racing like a sparrow through the narrow population

Seeking purification, the destination is the holy land, of bethlehem

I eat lamb with abraham and break bread with the son of man

So slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band

As I begin to step you above the land out of the atmosphere

Don�t look back why, cause we�re almost there

Just try to prepare and adapt to the air pressure

Now we searching for the mental treasure (pleasure)

Beyond the measure of yards

You can�t comprehend to God or to distance between stars

Pick up quasars inside the radar

As we�re going far past any astronaut

Moving so fast in this aircraft

Everything we pass get hot, from the take-off

The blast turns glass into rocks

At last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass

Till I become a beam of gas

And travel through a extreme draft

Unable, to be picked up through cable (through cable)

Out of the reach of all manner of sky examiners, heaven scanners,

Giant antennas, high tech space cameras

Or evidence in any cemetry or obituary

Not found in any library or dictionary or encyclopedia or media

I�m in star mode, with the discipline of dahmo, I broke the u.s. bar code

Now I�m on allah�s road to journey, into the realms of the cosmos

Where only God knows or goesl, blow like a ufo

To give up my work clothes, only to glow with a holy robe

And explode through the mysterious black holes

Deep warp the outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown

To sit on my throne alone (heavy mental)

I�m the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the culture

My sculpture, lights up the ultra violet

So you could see my brain is symbolic, to a palace

Therefore I keep my hair stylish, my flesh solid

My teeth polished, next stage, examin my x-ray

Take notes for your essay, and let my casette play for longer than a decade

As we begin to blaze, through the milky ways

Repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days

The eyeballs, swell up the size of eggs, beyond dreamland

Wing span, 7 feet, between the eyes is the beak

Destination of the ride, is to reach is the peak, angelic landscape

Takes the physical man behind the hidden gates of space

Ultimate escapes as we go at a phenomenal rate

As we cruise going into magnitude

As we break up into a multitude of molecules

Going through a long hollow tube with a scholars view

As, we wearing the white garment, passing sound waves

That�s supersonic, passing the comets, star clusters

Changing my physical structure, till my lips begin to pucker

Kissing christ at the last supper

Grabbing a brass cup of wine (heavy mental)

I feel myself getting older, sitting on my sofa

In the position like yoga, till my mind passes over

The solar system, my wisdom nova, I am the controller

I begin to loosen up my shoulders forming each joint

Into the suns 8 points, then i, begin to rise like helium

Escape in the milleniumm, two thousand

Meditating to the soft note of a violin

I�ve been on mars, building the holy synagogue

For the royal seminars, long before they had the renaissance

There existed a hebrew lodge (heavy mental)

A phenomenon from out of the matrix

The world looks at me with envy and hatred

Just because I appear to them half naked

Rising into a spaceship

With an arm full of solid gold bracelets

A phenomenon from out of the matrix (heavy mental)

Now the only time (heavy mental)

The only time you should catch.. (heavy mental)

Only time, you could have

Jet lag is if your cassette drag.. (heavy mental)

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BigSyke    113

This is the master thesis underneath the deepness

Come to micclub.net where you can read this

run a ploblem and map in hyper space 'ya

From the society for scientific exploration

color is vibration, vibration is sound

sound resonates through the mouth check it out

What I say vibrates no less than 9 ways

South, South East, West, south west, east

North, North east, North west

And the black and white images fade

to great sound waves

Track my adversaries like a mouse in a maze

with a bewildering array, of lyrical display

The best of Bis orbitally rearanged

Mono atomic elements, with a deft intelligence

The highest professorship, my English etiquette

compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch

My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all

Atlantis was surrounded by 4 sea walls

I read one-fourth of the Library of Alexandria

before it was burnt to the floor

I wish I could've learned more

about the shapes of the sacred geometry they used to draw

They were new millennium but Euclidian in form

ancient in many ways but not nearly as old

Carved from Egyptian gold molded in Assyria

with processed Beryllium by the quintillion

They cooked on symmetrical stoves

with my logo etched above the hole where they inserted the coal

And they barbecued birds to the bone

They burned incense in a Buckminster Fuller type dome

I talked to Mr. Fuller over the phone

and he said he had a contract to rebuild Rome

said he didn't want to do it alone

I told him I was busy writing poems

but I'd think about going

The process was slow, and the dough was low

but I took it as the perfect opportunity to grow

plus I never traveled that far from home

but I heard about the beauty of Sydonian (city of ancient Phoenicia) snow

neon green grass, statues made from translucent glass

I'll be crazy to pass

I like Alterian Jazz

the blue twilight band

that plays tunes from a laser black sax

it sounds so laid back

it helps me relax

I bought the album after seeing K-Pax

Ooh how I miss my nautilus

i was told pharyngoamygdalitis did not exist

you have a modest case of escafocefalice

I prescribe some neo gothic anti-biotics

words concocted from the lyrical lock smith

deadly as 10 droplets of Ricin toxin

from every angle the competition gets boxed in

as Dr. C indoctrinates his doctrine

translate the English alphabet

to the omega text

life is now and death is next

post bond out on bail from the belly of hell

communicate through diatonic and pentatonic scale

these dark side tales might affect sales

I set sail and hunt down erect sperm whales

use the aphrodisiac to get a female

call ginger tie her up and drink her ginger ale

grand maryey for me scotch on the rocks for you

your vocab is smaller than a cockatoos

in the studio with james lipton

reminiscing about the script that was written

before the beginning

all of a sudden the boo's turned into applause

my jaws stronger then the kenenday Macaws

cant even count the bars

i've expended so far

don't want to rap no more its been so long

i wish the clock would hurry up and tick

im out in the bush and the sticks

humpin a hundred clicks

dr scholes gave me a good fit

me and him went to school together back in 86

when I was really ill

puttin flank energy in a rhyme the size of a Tylenol pill

you wanna laugh now

and cast your belligerent doubt

show you what poetry is really about

the side affects will make you pass out

followed by skin rash

itching diarrhea nausea and dry mouth

you want a time out?

you better spit a rhyme out

before the community of real mc's die out

college students say to me "you ain't smart"

Record label A&Rs say: "this ain't art"

these are the contents of the Covenant of the Ark

listen to my chest beat tell me this ain't heart

You gotta be as obsequious

as the Disciples of Jesus

this is my MASTER THESIS

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Zod    14,969

See, his meaning behind it went waaaayyy over your elitist head.

Jay is using Dark Knight(Harvey Dent) as an example, Jay is saying had he died at the height of his career like 2pac or Biggie, who were claimed heroes of hip-hop after their deaths, his legend would have grown, but the more longer he lives, the more haters he attracts...so he's now witnessing himself become a villain.

Lol, yeah, deep.

Isn't that obvious to a 6th grade student?

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OneBadCat    1,949

Kinda shocked at all the smartass comments of people trying to establish what real music is over a fan who simply wanted to share a rap he made about Cam with us. Who cares if you think it's bad we're all Panther fans here, it's okay to be supportive.

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csx    7,332

oh no you're one of those oldies who's gonna bitch and moan about how music used to be

It used to be made by musicians.

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E CaT PanTHer    114

"It's a mockery to call this system a democracy, hypocrisy, when the people that make up the majority, don't even have the power to challenge the authority of the 5% elite wealthy minority, who own the 95% monopoly over the worlds economy, because they own the land which is improperly known as property, but it'll probably always be because they also control the policies, ya feel me?"

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