Prox

[trap.]

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…

[Saint]

Nothing in particular really...just thoughts...
Prox

Dracula’s back, attack in the sack wit immaculate mack
Have acrack at the knack, to build shack outta plaques
Turn your spatula black, Tarantula rap, gag a flowing hose,
flag a toe to toe, Imma spit out bragga-dosey-do
Drag a nose that blows, branch out and snag opposing foes
It’s a drag composing prose, battles I win in a million fights
appealing I like, words print in white-chameleon type
Ate beans and was chili on mic, opposite of sleep appeal
I’m gonna write a non-fiction novel, just to keep it real
onion with weep appeal, sonnin’ the weak of will
Runnin’ to reap a meal, and I can flow this way,
Twas my chosen fate, to turn your eyes to frozen grapes
death, but I carry a life sickle, that gives a knife tickle
wit’ an upward prance, a 3-point stance on top a tricycle
Physician said I’m ill at text, word.doc, absurd shock,
I’ll throw a turtleneck at you but you don’t deserve mock,
Observe lock; break down goliath at the third knock,
Listen to the watch, you’re about to have heard clock,
On the fastest horsepower, automatic torque too,
Quick to freeze my breath and autograph it for you…


Loki:

The Laws of Gravity Rule that Initial Flows Cool
And I've Got Just Cause like Judicial Crows Do
Superficial Foes Lose, I'm Past Exaggerating
My Axe Decapitating, Magistrates of Saxon States
Magic's Fake, But Cats Don't Think that of My Battle Makes
The Panels Rate, My Verses for the Annals of History
Slander the Industry, Get in Touch with the Witch in Me
Just to Solve Hansel's Mystery, and Channel my Misery
Hand Me Some Listerine, My Breath Reeks of Sulfur
Volcanic Tendencies, My Head Meets My Shoulder
When this Man be Listening to Your Prose in Flows
I'm a Pro in Poems, Your Crew Presented Me with a Golden Row
I'll Go Toe to Toe, with an Approaching Bro
Stick Explosives in His Nostril, Let Him Blow His Nose
Then Throw Him a Tissue, and Continue My Plan
You're Holding a Magazine? Not the Issue at Hand
I Think You Understand, You're a Bitch Who Wants ta Dance with Me
Sorry, Can't You See How I Keep it in the Mammals B?
I Got, Three Camels, a Bunny and a Mummy
I'm Out of Breath and Your Lungs are Yummy for My Tummy
I'm Hungry like a Hippo, And Known as a Cold Dude
So I Fed on Holy Spirits, Then Got Shown on SoulFood
You Dumb Ox Hog, I Numb Top Frogs
Ummm…And Your Time Will Come like a Fucking Watch Dog
Assaulting Your Vocab, I'm Eager to Rape Your Featured Verbs
You've Got an Appetite for Destruction so I Make You Eat Your Words….