Word War II:Fantastic Grammatics w/{U-C}

[Saint]

posted 02-19-2001 04:10 PM
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Refrain:
What good is a pen, when there is nothing to write
Like reaching for something when there's nothing in sight
With lines in mind's light, ink bleeds but there's nothing but white
These words is playin a game but I'm fighting for life

Sengoku:

Xecute elocution without solutions 2 confusion/allusions Nduce and protrude with contributions 2 noise pollution/but relevant eloquent word elements set the precedent/with no evidence of Mpediments/as I move from past 2 present tense/but Nstead the hints of decadence ever since make me hesitant/2 orate and state great straight N 8 mandates/2 complicate,so I contemplate,and concentrate on how 2 connotate/I'm enamored by standard grammer,I don't st-st-stutter or ssssssstammer/but clammor with grandeur N a respectable manor/though it doesn't matter, I'm still flattered by scattered idle chatter/walk with a staggered swagger a slacker Bcuz what I sputter spatters/shatter dreams,schemes,themes,Ntervene and no longer scream clean/but obscene,it seems mean,but I'm tired of B ing trapped Bhind this screen of serene/I've got a hypothesis that's not monotonous/a lot of promises 4 a plot 4 stopN this/happens 2 B synonymous with what my synopsis is/2 teach free speech 2 each and all trying 2 reach(elevate!)/they'll Bseech without me having 2 yell tell or screech 4 what they seek/so I'll just recite polite bright ideas 2 fight spite/it's quite a plight since some R slightly trite with what they write/4get all the superstitions,Ntuitions,Nhabitions,and suspicions/Of me kidnapping the ALPHABET N my mission 4 aquisition/there will B no aprehension on only 1 condition/that there please B no more repitition of prepositions/my future visions tell me it's time 4 some new decisions/so I'll just have 2 change and make a new edition of definitions.


Jericho:

A grammatic fanatic/ my vision facets the mind to diamond habits/ Automatically tracking verbs swinging words like acrobatics/ So erratic my pen’s magic wraps lines in straightjackets/ that’s lacking fabric/
Writing fast while driving past my future love in the back of traffic/ Telepathic sign language/ classic case of speaking backwards/ Laughing at me, these words cling attracting static/ after dousing
Me out and burning my pack of matches/ sadness catches it’s breath and blows tears, my actor dashes from the cast of ashes/ look at myself and realize I’m just average/ In a right of passage through bell curves and word fractions/ the past, a timeline full of memory lapses/ but-how-does-this-happen-without-the-dashes/ my mind is like an almanac for car crashes/ Savage hazards are ravaged paths I leave smashed like broken glasses/ Turning ciphers to silent mics in broken circles of nervous passes/ Mic cables give whip lashes cause in fact, your theory’s fiction/ panic stricken dialogue with no one to listen/ permission to piss sir, I’ve been locked up all my life/ permission to build a house and paint all the walls white/ brush strokes in holy water so I can be blessed/ and dress accordingly so I can fit in with all the rest/ of vocabulary with bristles dipped in speech/ tongue lips lungs language homage, my receipt/ when I reach my favorite bridge I’ll be falling out of favor/ words will be the last gasp that I will savor

Cyplyrx:

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cynics/ pout/ and shout/ doubt/ the clout/ and the lyrics/ royal/ lineage/
coil/ mikes/ and strike/ my historic/ rhetorical/ mathematics/ emphatic/
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thematic/ my flows/ bombing/ the senseless/ and miniscule/ mental/ of
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again/ Christians/ listening/ to every syllable/ centrifugal/ syntax/
packed/ in/ ciphering/ pure/ adrenaline/ secreted/ inure/ to the venom/ of
repeated/ attacks/ on wax/ Hip-Hop reverts to artifacts/ as cats/ lack/
innovative/ tracks/ limits/ primitive/ minds/ designing/ rhymes/ refined/
intellect/ progress/ etched/ in the text/ as concepts/ infect/ vexed/ are
the hexed/ by storms/ of scripts/ writs/ of majestic/ specimens/
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concealed/ the melee/ is the carrier/ of the testimony/ to smash/ the sound/
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cyclonic/ tonics/ results in the chronic/ illness/ of brilliance/ flesh/
reaches/ the depths/ but we resurrected/ ideals/ fill/ tapes with styles/
compiled/ equals/ resilience/ all points/ of the spectrum/ presented/ all
tints/ shades/ pigments/ and figments/ of the imagination/ fade/ from the
cradle/ to the grave/ save/ my soul from the played/ stayed/ and fake/
trade/ of rhyming to get paid/ and laid/ which is outweighed/ by artistic/
dominance/ Boiler Room Alliance/ and U-Phonix/ Sonic/ titans/ colliding/
defines/ excellence/

Orange Lazarus:

Fervor, the murmurs in my head control the servers of populace, the opulence of decadence holds me still in reverence for sentiments are like second sense to observance of copulation of thought to word and flight to birds through skies, can't figure the sighs of searching eyes through the unwritten pages, engages me to stages of life yet lived, sinned and forgived treatises, in fetuses it seems as this repeated lesson is unneeded, planted but unseeded, misleaded and I feel cheated, treated two-sides of your face, made a case for race to finish last in the past, I'm aghast at the rasp of your voice, choice is something to rejoice every morning, forewarning that options are forming to the left, deft to script the treble cleft so there's no need to improvise, I realize to rationalize I must close these eyes and return to inside the mind to chide the vibe that rides the streets and creates the beats, hits the creeps and steeps the essence, effervescence in convalescence is regressive to be stereotyped impressive while it is such the opposite topic writ is nothing fit to habit-ualize and conceptualize me so I can hypothesize experimental logic, brain cells are micro-scopic but they formulate my topics, biopics in bionics hooked me on phonics so I speak this so it is spoken, the needle is broken and still the records spins, the story begins at the doorway of imagination, each combination is possible used over and again, hold a hand and befriend the end, send the trend an invitation, feel the girth of a global nation, comment on complacence and shelter in the faceless and tasteless fakeness of every situation I come across, I am at a loss, so I martyr myself upon a cross, vocabulary.

ThaJoker U-C

Bars imprison thought, written wisdom that isn't bought/
Vision shot, {U-C}? it isn't ICED OUT so it isn't HOT/
Given PLOTS undeveloped hip hop's in a GRAVE position/
Made to Glisten, "Spittin" jewel is UN-cool THEIR afraid to listen/
BLADES'll cristen TASTLESS waste that given to Cyber space/
Rival BASIC SMOKE BLOWERS... I live in the fire place/
Never one to Tie a bracelet or chain to my NAME's promotion/
Fame was opened to a stream of MC's that became an ocean/
GAME is spoken now, reality lost, like Atlantis be/
Man is FREE... but HIP HOP's become locked within FANTASY/
UNDERstand, if we don't KEEP it real then its KEEPING us/
Seaking lust, we've been Thrust into KILLING what we can TRUST/
S.H.E. can touch pages, stages, and PLAY with a KID's RAGE/
TIL his cocept of HEART sits FREE of his his RIB CAGE/
So as I R.I.P. ages, J-is, extracting the NAKED FACTS/
Fakes git slapped, for Tryna RAPE what i LOVE as i TAKE IT BACK...
I'm outty.

HAHA! {U-C}?

[Saint]

Word War III:ADDICTionary collaboration

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Sengoku posted 05-22-2001 07:58 PM

{Jericho}
Trapped in walls of curtain calls
Uncertain words, unheard of slurs
Return the curse, refrain to verse
Rehearse the pen’s position
In predicting you will find addiction
Fiction full of superstition
Language is a life description
Records with no tools to listen
Wisdom used to fool the system
Christening the young of art
Hold your tongue and speak your heart
And words of war will break apart

{Sengoku} -
Addiction's scary,that's probably why my afflictions vary
until I "Re-Defined" myself and became ADDICTionary
"Meaning" each "Word" that's given,has to first be written
in alphabetical order where I heard it fit in
refer to it when,you feel it's absurd to listen
observe and pick then,some you feel have superb descriptions
A definition may not be in the right but in the left position
without repition,since we kept decisions to accept editions
some prepositions,verbs,nouns,adjectives, and adverbs
at 1st I thought "What would I be if we didn't have words"?
since we do,glad nerds often pay large selling fees
and I've been telling these kids yelling please stop using me for spelling Bees
cause when the bell rings he's automatically forced to depart
but of course if he's smart,he would ask his source to restart
1 thing though I shall regret,I sold out some friends and scalped the rest,
and used 26 of my best friends just to form the Alphabet
now it seems no1 ever has anything to say to me
so the way to see what I have to offer is looking me over from A-Z,
you can only pray 2 read,every single thing thing that I will show you
I'm supposed to educate many even if I didn't know to,
changes I go through make me know one thing,the one that is certain
I'm the realest out there,Webster's Dictionary,the unabriged version


{Cimmerian} -
Dear Diary, August Twelfth, Nineteen Eighty Two,
I’m writing you, to let you know, that I’m born anew,
And what I’ve grown to do, is become addicted to words,
My affliction is served, when I let my diction be heard,
September the 3rd, my very first day of kindergarten,
I figure starting, to read and write, was the key of life,
I speak of rights, during what’s left in the bleak of nights,
As I reach the heights, of a poet, I just seek their might,
Words free as kites, with their oppressive strings severed,
I just take flight, with them upon blessed wing feathers,
10th Of November, I become an apprentice for a wordsmith,
I learn quick, with the help of Webster, my first purchase,
My worst verses, are when I write and think too conscious,
No need to drink toxins, just a silent hope to speak it honest,
Sink into the fondness, of pride in one’s own creation,
Waves reverberating, transmitting from my home station,
With creativity’s patience, originality sparks the thought,
It’s best to lock the box, when I think outside, off the chart-
On the 4th of March, under my optometrist’s last line,
With the glasses refined, I see 4d, my future pastime,
In fact rhyme, is just the medicine to instill my health,
I feel my wealth, is found when I’m sitting beside myself,
I hide in depth, indefinitely till my sentences set me free,
Blessed I be, to be able to communicate, relate, and see,
The state of he, who holds a pen freely, can believe me,
You get greedy with your letters, I do what needs be,
Time to feed me, Words? It’s not that same crap,
Laid back, pen in hand, about to leave my vein cracked...

{Jericho} -
It’s inevitable, because ‘its?possessive
With homonyms that nobody ‘nose,?cause it’s congested
Who invested incorrected words in every nook n’cranny,
Drives me up a wall when it’s quiet halls I fancy
Vigilantes, you raiders of the tomb speak in drunken rages
Would do better under influence to turn my pages
But impatience ruins what I’m doin, kids would rather look
At a stack of playboys, than a rusty grammar book
Maybe bound to hardback, might as well be hand and foot
Jammed and put in dusted corners, rusted borders well kept
But who needs a fuckin book when you got a spellcheck
No self-respect - you should be ashamed of how you turned out
With that light bulb inside of your brain, that burnt out
But worse now, the run-on sentences full of comma splices
Indecisiveness in a world of one too many vices
Mouse and mices, feed the gooses, stupid fools the word is ‘geese?
Rarely found in book collections but I’m tagged upon the streets
Often greet the words I hold within me tender to a cheek
Grammar guides the light of lanterns so be careful what you speak


{Clarity} -
Heathen pleas are feeble decietful deeds of evil
Seeds of people breathe in deed to see the regal
Breed of the medieval form of sorcery - there's more to see
Formin' the verse in perverted version of vision born in me
Books burned in third degree - Be wise and now deny your eyes precision
Conflict in addiction - the fiction of organized religion
Where the lies disguise the vision - display it in fallacies
Sin in originality got you prayin on callused knees
Now place your right hand here, and plan to stand clear
Adhere to the text - the scam demands fear
Because your vice has you standing at the lectern, accosting me
Venting implausibly with this sect of western philosophy
Next come the policies, rape and pillage, holocaust
Use the Good Book to justify blood spillage, till all is lost
At face value, theres only what you deem divine
But that means nothing until you read between the lines


{Cyplyrx) -
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