Syllable Grinding

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This a syllable grind.
Constant gimmick of mind
in Illest of rhymes,
that keep filling the lines
Still flipping words like coins
Still hitting herb conjoined
Like it was a plot point
Still dropping it off the graph
While I'm lighting a hot joint
Trying to put it on the map
Body a beat- just to kill time
Probably the speech changes minds
Probably gon' be that we're fine
Cause of the everyday grinds
So it's hustle, hustle, innovate
Innervate inner states
Until all my sinner traits
Get food on the dinner plate
This a syllable grind.
Constant gimmick of mind
in Illest of rhymes,
that keep filling the lines
Y'all are some whack kids that need practice, you up to bat it's
Time to get it crackin- like pirate tactics when I rap scripts
Like a cannon when I ball, with a hand cannon in the fall
I told them to shift gears- if they didn't like the way that they stall
I got this ringing in your ear- like hearing aids and a call
Cause you didn't answer the machine, so I'm dancing like a fiend
With all my demons and angels are in between good and mean
I mean, I was never hood, but I can write a mean sixteen
That paint a picture with some scripture, like it was the Sistine
Like Mr. Hemingway- I'll stem my pain into these pens and flames
I bled out with the change- cause these chains are still dredging my brain
This a sound mine- just trying to stay sane- it's been some cloudy days
But now we done with the rain- done with the reign with a tongue maim
They couldn't stomach the feign- tongue and cheek I'm just running with games
Sorry if I couldn't console ya, but you were all analogue
I was just high as Satellites with my hand in the fog
Still damning the gods- Felt like I was robbed- spammed with the fraud
Jamming of flaws in the maw of damaging thoughts and my faults

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Erudite
Member since August 25 2014

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