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DwnWthVwls · 12-11-2014, 11:39 PM

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Originally Posted by Blanche_Minim

Rhyming in structural patterns? I would rather listen to a melody made by a genius, who studied and analyzed composition and went to school, than some thug, who dropped out of fifth grade. Don't start mentioning Tupac or Jay-Z or something, I personally don't consider them heroes or poets.

How's this? White dude, non-thug, intelligent lyrics, and a solid flow. This is the song my signature quotes. You may not like it as music but you can't deny the intelligence behind the writing.

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Blood moon about to burst
Spill the secrets of seekers it revealed along the search
Teach us to be supreme leaders we must know the worth
Of the science behind the lines drawn back to old earth
Coded by birth, son of the Coven of the Catta
Semi-aquatic being started breathing underwater
When the rains came, washed away the sin of my enemy
Surfaced with a new verve, current purged me of enmity
My sympathies extended by centimeters and inches
Seen how many men have been senselessly pitted against us
I know the road to Hades is paved with sweet intentions
But killers, cheaters and villains is chillin deep in the trenches
Keep on the leading the infantry, we can just see the entrance
The grand vision of its magnificence in the distance
Our patience and persistence 'bout to pay off in an instant
Can't wait to introduce you to the proof of your existence

The benediction been offered up in your honor
Come and have a seat at the feet of mother and father
Take a taste of the fruition of the seed of the farmer
Drink of the cup of plenty, want for nothing any longer
Sanctify my soul as I prepare the poor acknowledgement
An utterance of praise is all I gave unto the goddesses
Merciful are they to make a space for the incompetent
Figured I'd been forgotten for failing to scale the monument
Followed the trail of documents, found they doctored the authorship
Fraudulent scholars, postured in front of commoners
Got em all up in arms, they hollering, paying homage
I'm watching em from the margin caught up in my own astonishment
Stop and ponder the obvious: how are you not a sophist?
Are you not a philosopher trotting around as prophet?
Are you honestly moderate, modest, spotless or flawless?
I take account of mines and try to be conscious of all of this and

Let it go... Let it come...
Let it be... Never done...
Open me... Let me out...
Repurpose me... I'm ready now.

Trials filter through my faculties
Each a badge of her honor, colored patches on my tapestry
Cloaked over my shoulders, I hold it closer to balance me
You acting like you haven't been challenged to your capacity
Walk more, talk less, absorb, process
Feel your way around the scents and sounds of darkness
Come into your conscience, congress, conference
Calmness -- silence the preponderance of nonsense
Execute your action -- implement your strategy
Practice on the internalization of your majesty
Bow before no oligarch, pray to no diaconate
Own the fact your station was not created by accident
Peace to the establishment, death to evil's agency
Known to be abrasive, polished stone is what they made of me
Grateful for the mechanism, hateful towards machinery
Bottom end, try and comprehend just what it means to me to

Let it go... Let it come...
Let it be... Never done...
Open me... Let me out...
Repurpose me... I'm ready now.