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02-03-2013, 05:10 PM
Name: Prox
Crews: OverFlow
Where: Norcal
Repped: Freestyling.com, DaveyD.com, Keystyles.com
Rise to a new Low--
On such a royal occasion, we can encourage carpe diem
…and with my loyal persuasion, corruption’s gaining RPM
My royal power’s unjust – and it may seem a sin to me
Trumpets of polyphony, to mark my words in symphony
Controlled over the land, and rained with the sky’s force
Then state rebellion snatched the reign of my high horse
Immoral eye, inner fires ashed by the villain, who swore by lie
A mortal dies, life flashed in a pan -- before my eyes
Captivated crowd, silent but not the crooner’s pent-up woe,
Crying, “Death comes later than you think, but sooner than you know”
Broke one sweat at sunset, and now for miles the sin stinks
My savior a slave, wild by instinct?…how vile my grin sinks,
Masked axe man hand told me, “Darkness floods the pleasant sky”
I looked up and coldly gasped, “Tell me, how do peasants die?”
Preceding what?
Recite this source to a child, a story Forced from the wild
Stuttered shoes, rubber boots crisp on Porcelain tiles
Endorse it as style, almost feudally fluidly taking a life
Crudely raping a wife, cut her till I’m breaking the knife
Making the strife, Living in My own brain cell
Complete am I with my concrete sky, this Grey-stained Hell,
slain angels, Feel the horror more down the corridor
out the window, marks the sinned glow, never cross the poorer shores
At stroke of midnight, I bid plight from this hellish place
Victims grins light with closure to their relished case
End of the cast reel, soon enough, send in my last meal
Sent to a vast field, inside boundless prisons to contrast steel
Whispered behind me, but believe I’ve heard the story
In all its preserved glory, Gateway to purgatory
Handle fright civil, rain on my candlelight vigil
The whole situation had involved scandals a little
Shunned from the man to become one of the damned
Simple chef, had already begun up the lamb
quickly spread the blood on the gate to my cell, and focused rage
Against the frogs, flies, and black-sky locust plagues
Hit me up now, another shot of fume prone thorazine
Casually, mention I’d like my tombstone forest-green
Final walk in shackles, found my fifteen minutes of fame
But I’ve got ten to live, broken controller, I’ve finished this game.
verse2
It was surely fate, to reach out and touch these pearly gates,
My mind’ll be wrong, finally gone, death was purely bait
Secured from hate, gold porches inside a bold fortress,
Ready at the boundaries, young men on old horses,
Cold porridge can’t exist, I’m in this land of bliss,
Circuit dreams, Perfect seams without a strand to twist,
Bodies without damages, trashcans full of bandages,
How can sad men manage this, observe all the advantages,
Wind can plant a kiss, and I would just as gladly take it,
Beamed with balance, my own concentration couldn’t break it,
Peered down an alley, saw a man who ached with something sacred
Sobbing to his mother cause his brother didn’t make it
He wonders why he prospers-just because he prayed faceless
He said for shade spaces, that he might even trade places
Jade bracelets; meet the scrutiny of an elite community,
Separate destinations; always keep the meek from unity,
Your grace apportioned, turn your backs and face your fortune
Blind, gray and old, signed away your soul, but you were forging
What’s a little worth? I’ve been here since this riddle’s birth
Would you lie in the clouds, cry then and now, or live on middle earth?
My mother’s veil draped in courage, but how can I hate this service,
Watch myself go underground and begin to scrape the surface…
Crews: OverFlow
Where: Norcal
Repped: Freestyling.com, DaveyD.com, Keystyles.com
Rise to a new Low--
On such a royal occasion, we can encourage carpe diem
…and with my loyal persuasion, corruption’s gaining RPM
My royal power’s unjust – and it may seem a sin to me
Trumpets of polyphony, to mark my words in symphony
Controlled over the land, and rained with the sky’s force
Then state rebellion snatched the reign of my high horse
Immoral eye, inner fires ashed by the villain, who swore by lie
A mortal dies, life flashed in a pan -- before my eyes
Captivated crowd, silent but not the crooner’s pent-up woe,
Crying, “Death comes later than you think, but sooner than you know”
Broke one sweat at sunset, and now for miles the sin stinks
My savior a slave, wild by instinct?…how vile my grin sinks,
Masked axe man hand told me, “Darkness floods the pleasant sky”
I looked up and coldly gasped, “Tell me, how do peasants die?”
Preceding what?
Recite this source to a child, a story Forced from the wild
Stuttered shoes, rubber boots crisp on Porcelain tiles
Endorse it as style, almost feudally fluidly taking a life
Crudely raping a wife, cut her till I’m breaking the knife
Making the strife, Living in My own brain cell
Complete am I with my concrete sky, this Grey-stained Hell,
slain angels, Feel the horror more down the corridor
out the window, marks the sinned glow, never cross the poorer shores
At stroke of midnight, I bid plight from this hellish place
Victims grins light with closure to their relished case
End of the cast reel, soon enough, send in my last meal
Sent to a vast field, inside boundless prisons to contrast steel
Whispered behind me, but believe I’ve heard the story
In all its preserved glory, Gateway to purgatory
Handle fright civil, rain on my candlelight vigil
The whole situation had involved scandals a little
Shunned from the man to become one of the damned
Simple chef, had already begun up the lamb
quickly spread the blood on the gate to my cell, and focused rage
Against the frogs, flies, and black-sky locust plagues
Hit me up now, another shot of fume prone thorazine
Casually, mention I’d like my tombstone forest-green
Final walk in shackles, found my fifteen minutes of fame
But I’ve got ten to live, broken controller, I’ve finished this game.
verse2
It was surely fate, to reach out and touch these pearly gates,
My mind’ll be wrong, finally gone, death was purely bait
Secured from hate, gold porches inside a bold fortress,
Ready at the boundaries, young men on old horses,
Cold porridge can’t exist, I’m in this land of bliss,
Circuit dreams, Perfect seams without a strand to twist,
Bodies without damages, trashcans full of bandages,
How can sad men manage this, observe all the advantages,
Wind can plant a kiss, and I would just as gladly take it,
Beamed with balance, my own concentration couldn’t break it,
Peered down an alley, saw a man who ached with something sacred
Sobbing to his mother cause his brother didn’t make it
He wonders why he prospers-just because he prayed faceless
He said for shade spaces, that he might even trade places
Jade bracelets; meet the scrutiny of an elite community,
Separate destinations; always keep the meek from unity,
Your grace apportioned, turn your backs and face your fortune
Blind, gray and old, signed away your soul, but you were forging
What’s a little worth? I’ve been here since this riddle’s birth
Would you lie in the clouds, cry then and now, or live on middle earth?
My mother’s veil draped in courage, but how can I hate this service,
Watch myself go underground and begin to scrape the surface…