Schizophrenia: Rize-One, The Cimmerian, and Neo Ires

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posted 01-12-2001 01:11 AM

“Schizophrenia”: A Collaboration , Featuring the talents of Rize-One, The Cimmerian, and Neo Ires.
All three emcee's are actually one entity.(Me) They're just different mindstates
Look at Neo Ires, rearrange the letters and you spell One Rise, hence Rize-One.

I tried to make it seem like Rize-One as more of the lyricist, Cimmerian as the cocky dark battler, and Neo Ires as more of the laid-back scholar.
(Kind of inspired by Tray Lee's "Many Faces")

All this better explains the title of the Collab. "Schizophrenia"

Rize-One aka SaDamm Er

How can you battle the, emcees with multiple personalities,
My own insanity, causes me, to defy the confines of human anatomy,
The fact is, how are you really going to match wits,
With emcees who’ve mastered numerous styles of practice,
On the brink of combustion, like gasoline soaked matches,
I’m strapped with, academic artillery with inSIGHTS accuarate,
Intact gifts, given to me from the alien beings landed,
Who dissected my brain, so they could come to better understand it,
Now voices are in my head, and emcee’s blood is what’s demanded,
To be candid, the best the synonym to decribe me is outlandish,
Lyrically prolong lifetimes like Lazarus’s lesions lifted,
Lobotomized lobes, leaves the lost lamenting, my lingua is officially tongue twisted,
Implicit, is my nature, Explicit birth from my Creator,
Soliciting battles from the entire expanse of the Equator,
Know to melt intergalactic glaciers, and outshine quintile quasars,
I’ve led 144,00 emcees to battle, heavily armed with locked phasers,
The properly placed potent prose, performs opponents's punishment,
Severs several synapses, Sorcerer Rize’s "spells" sniveler’s syllables as superannuate,
Through bright light, I assume rights, ancient as Malachite,
The truth is trite? Perhaps… but only for you parasites,
Vision fade to white…

The Cimmerian aka Man Son

Fade to black,
Cimm resides anticipating annihilation in the darkness,
The emcee, Who treads on more “souls” (soles) than Civil Rights marches,
Im “God-less”, The Omen without any emotion,
Watching emcee’s last respire transpire, is my one and only devotion,
Free Floating, I “Rize” to states of weightlessness,
I speak, fault lines combine and tectonic plates will shift,
The Macedonian Alexander, wasn’t even isn’t as “Great” as this,
I’ve battled volumes of venomous verb veterans, and sent them all on eternal hiatuses,
You cringe at the terror, turn cheek at the horror,
I’ve terrorized the most evil creations of Bram Stoker,
Even with Jeckyll and Hyde over, you couldn’t concoct this ethereal hot shit,
In my legendary ocean concert, I slayed the Kracken and the Lochness,
Walking a path with many casualties, I’ve slain and torn apart families,
The fatalities, more gruesome, than works done by Satan’s faculty,
Arranged abnormalities to your children, watch me laugh at thee,
Then this Literal Epitome, lyrically burns them at the stake, like rotisserie
((((Masterrrrr didn’t you tell Canibus, KP, Kurupt and Kas to hold their horses?))))
Im born with the sickness, but’s not an ailment it’s my “soul” (sole) purpose,
It’s worthless, to resist, you can’t escape from my abiding fortress,
Nosferatu’s dying words were, “Damn and I thought I was cursed, kid.”

Neo Ires aka MC Veigh

Curses are worthless, When one types tenebrific tenets,
Testament takes travelers to trepidation epidemics,
Eternally process them, to physical bondage,
Sonnet scientific, celebrate “Ires”, pilgrims pay the homage,
Ravenous vernacular, flip double-entendre parables like spatulas,
2001 Star Date, The first graduate from Gattaca,
While the physical disintegrates, my spiritual has at last chose,
No utterance of “Rizing” for Ires has already “rose,”
Phallic foes “soften”, Their Impotence is Ignorance,
Whispers of nonverbial nonsense, like web-surfing illiterates,
Animate amateurs, not even the caliber,
Patience for the ending, prose splits “melons” like Gallagher,
Emcee’s fortify their “wines” (whines) as if fermented in Malaga,
Orator and auditor, prolocutor, predicted by astrologers,
Primary vessel, crafted by the Supreme Potterer,
Surrounded by asunder opposition, no equivalence in parity,
Some relate realities in One mindstate, Neo’s knowledge remains in Three.
Knowledge bears Fruit, But no one hungers for the Blessed Tree.

[This message has been edited by Cimmerian (edited 01-14-2001).]