Preface to Lyrical Ballads (Hmwk...
• Written by adotstrange
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I want to write dope sxxx
So my bruvs can see it
So they can listen to it
So they can breathe through it
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Yeah I come from bottom
Let the void spoke above said
They might be ignorant, but
They know where the earth be it
Language and Words, I Appropriate
I steal like supreme so gangs know
I soul create, spit that sxxx on the
tape and watch it incinerate
Have I come to class no i'm way too late
I still speak the professor fake
I confess my protest to test
The best and watch the fall rest
Mic dominos came to fall next
Yeah yeah ready to hear the rest? Okay.
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I meditate, 20 years a day I think so late
So what can I do, tell myself that I'm not poet
I'm just an idiot with some time to think
And I give it a few minutes everyday to sink
Taking up up the subject, upon general grounds
Who is poet, who speak poet, back to the fxxxing ground
I am a man among men, with lively sensibilities
I'm autistic, I'm passionate, I speak to the universe
And when they don't speak back I bite my own verse
I smoke, I fxxx, I make my own turf (yeah)
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I make mountains out of molehills
so you can look at the detail
So you can look back at the mountain
And see the trees there
Spit with both head and heart
spazout when I feel hot
practice when i feel cold
return when i feel old
the language is limiting
let me make other things
in my spartan cave i rave
within lines i go insane
flood the 'sona with other cola
so its sweeter on the outside
double up top the bean
i spit it up first time clean
because when i try to write it
my brain double plus unclean
so yeah i do it
and float through walls insane
with my own brain its crave working from the cradle to the grave
thats it
cause death is where it is.
end of line.
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adotstrange
Member since January 6 2017