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Name: Tha Joker
Crews: Illamentalz
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Title: Reflections of Self featuring Tha Joker {U-C}

Tha Joker stands alone, a mysterious man unknown;
I once thought myself unique, but tonight I grabbed the chrome.
Damn! a clone...cuz I know I wasn't born with a twin
But I'm looking at this cat and I recognize my form is in him.
Seems like a mirror, but the silver and glass is much clearer
And I took a step backwards as he took a step nearer.
Got him dead to rights in my sights, thoughts muddled...
I'm puzzled, and with my own sense of self I struggled...

Somewhat Troubled by this picture before me, Scriptures of glory
Which Defined my ESSENCE, Find Questions, Are they fit to RESTORE ME?
And the indi-vidu-ality, Caught in my lost identity
Perhaps I've found a brother, If not have I crossed my enemy?
Tossin Memmories, I'm Trackin my past in Un-Known directions,
Hypnotized by "MY glassy eyes?" Casting my own reflection
No discretion left, in-stead mental passages soaked in Violence:
Bones Cracked in rapid action, and thats when he broke the silence...

Spoke in my tense, cuz I couldn't wrap my brain around this conundrum:
"Where did you come from? From me, or are we both the same someone?"
Put down the stun gun, spit a curse, but oddly, he did it first
And the thought crossed my mind that maybe we were split at birth.
He looked like me, moved like me, but I had no clue who this dude might be;
Here in front of me, did he come in peace or maybe to fight me?
It pained my brainstem to think we were just facets of the same gem...
"Who are you? Are you me? And if you are, then who are we?"

Is this Foolery? Suprised to see dude as confused as me,
I'm not amused, as he's leaning T'ward views I refuse to see
Is he me? "Nah", Futilely clinging to dis-belief...
Kissed my Teeth, This Cat sits beneath me, And is Jisst a theif
Jisst to BEEF he came, Daring to claim that we Shared a name
But in Straining to find a Difference, I painfully stared in vain
Should i agress? YES... But thoughts of Death have jaded my fist
So Q-re-isss, I drew my Knife and Pressed the Blade at my Wrist

My brain's in a twist: if he commits suicide, well, then do I die?
Are we two parts of the same, or reflections like the sea and the bluest sky?
Slapped the razor out his grip, feeling my sanity about to slip;
"You ain't goin' nowhere until we figure out this shit.
Are you an illusion, or is my life one delirious delusion?
Say something, damn you, your silence just adds to my confusion!"

"Why have you been sent? stop the F***in Games, lies and Questions"
if Demise lies before me, why try to disguise agressions?...
"try confessions... Were you sent with intent to assassinate me?
BLAST, and take me Out fast to bring Rapture to cats that hate me?
and if that's the case, Why'd you Have to make me drop the blade?"
Thoughts decayed... into: what if these events are Not charades?

Told myself, 'I'm not afraid,' and stepped forward to touch his skin;
He was as real as love and sin, and I felt the heart that thumped within.
So I'm not hallucinating, and suddenly I felt depressed and pathetic;
"Does this mean everything I've ever achieved, I only get half the credit?
Or are we separate but equal? Like the lies told to the American people?
If someone purposely perpetrated this pairing, they must be inherently evil..."

There in a sea full of memmories, A tear Glazed my cheek...
'Fraid to speak i gazed meakly into space Dazed and weak,
Thinkin, Mom's raised a freak, Blazin heat came across me
Tossed me into Fight mode as Life's Lil' game had lost me
What my Name would cost me... Never really came to mind
If he's ME, we're both dead, if not one remains to shine,
reigns Devine and though pain's defined by what was soon to come
Doom or NONE, "I'm Tha Joker And there's only room for ONE!"

Haha...and it's like that...


Title: "Good vs. Evil"

ren…
dust to dust, ash to ash, God's wrath, has wrought an aftermath...
that drowned souls and elevated those on a righteous path...
now i walk on top of shrouded death, with bated breath, as my steps...
walk over stains of souls and scars of shredded flesh...
claim the physical globe for Heaven's Gate, to repopulate...
with original sin and more lives to confiscate...
i spy an otherworldly being, catch my breath, not believing what i'm seeing...
a form of a kid i knew, not breathing, i see his skin bleeding...
retreating to recognize this unGodly sight, among tension that'll choke ya...
my GOD, this demon child resembles my man Tha Joker...
how? and why? come to mind, but i find myself awaken...
i want to know why flames surrounded him when he was taken...
slowly i approach, through mystery and smoke.... and fleeting hope...
finally i speak through God "is that you, Joke?"...

TJ…
"No, it ain't Joke," breathe out breath of faint smoke;
"When the flames spoke, I instantly rejected a saint's cloak."
Bloodstained incisors rise higher when I'm grinnin';
"Lost my heart, dropped the harp and now I'm Hell's minion.
Sinnin' was part of me from the beginnin', my true being;
What you seeing ain't the same cat that used to have crews fleeing.
I didn't sell my soul so much as face my reality:
That I have to be a soldier for tragedy and calamity."
In the name of the dark cause, I approach Ren with razor sharp claws
Like Satan's thug...thirstin' for the taste of blood....

ren…
"hold ya talons Joke!" as i spoke i felt the heat of hate...
split seconds seem like hours as i wonder 'bout his fate...
claws two inches from my face, as my wings reflex to span...
and my hands are thrown towards this demon i once knew as a man...
"what happened to your soul?" as i wonder how God had pardoned me...
and let TJ fall victim to the dark side of this prophecy...
i feel the strength of hell trying to reclaim the earth's burn...
grab TJ's throat and demand he tell me what his worldly worth earned!...

TJ…
"Like earthworms, all I did was dirt, I lived to hurt
Since my birth and the Lord couldn't lift the curse."
With a quick reverse, I broke Ren's grip and howled,
Ripped the bowels of an angel and ate with a wicked scowl.
"Behold the goal of a mortal who sold his soul
For gold 'n' hoes, bank foldin' swoll and rollin' blowed.
Fuck your holy glow, I deserved a cell and learned it well.
So in return I fell, leaving a cold life to burn in hell,
Evil afterlife...so how'd those cats in white put you in check?"
Before he could answer, with a sick roar I put a pitchfork to his neck...

ren…
"hold a sec!" as my hand separates the pitchfork from my throat...
grabbed a prong, twisted and broke it, and rose from the smoke...
"i lived my life by rules not governed by the churches...
but i nurtured life through my actions of biblical verses...
staying true to virtue, having no animosity to those that hate me...
lived life, while knowing no one can live it mistake-free...
i revolved around that. i didn't worship the devil's shrine...
recovered from lapses of the mind when i did those things through my time.."
and as i was about to explain, the riches of heavenly treasures...
Tha Joker cut my flight, pinning my wingtips together...
glorious glow failing, succumbing to evil power instead-
he looked me in my eyes, and he scowled and said...

TJ…
"Lapses of the mind? Nah, all my passion was in crime
Because I had to get them before they began snatchin' what was mine."
Chuckled and dropped Ren with five knuckles, left his eye lumped.
"See, little Ren? In the end, evil always triumphs.
I knew this but you were clueless, clinging to morals
And singing in chorals while I passed my time bringing up quarrels."
Even damaged, the angel managed to shine like a rainbow;
Couldn't let the pain show, so I snapped and cracked his halo.
"For your past friendship, though naive, I'll let you leave, walk away
But remember that I will always give you cause to pray.
Evil is human...if it wasn't, we wouldn't have fought today."
Spat on the ground, turned around and walked away...

ren…
"pray?, no." stayed low, took on the appearance of a betrayed foe...
my path is righteous and no one fucks with my halo, "hey Joke"...
as he turned around, i blinded him with my burning crown...
slammed him through a swirling ground, til he made this gurgling sound...
"vengeance is laid upon you" right handed knuckles buckled up his chest..
my gaze controlled his eyes, clutched his throat, fuckin' up his breath...
"can't breathe? i'm not done with you, you can't leave!"...
i keep on piercing his torso with more blows but he can't bleed...
"being righteous, doesn't mean getting stepped on"...
choked him til his neck's gone, with the fury that his master gave to mortals to get wrong-
every spiritual decision- with every miracle incision...
every most high verse i spit, leaves him more lyrically imprisoned...

TJ…
Stuck in a spherical prism, overwhelmed by holy silences;
Pitchfork rusted, disgusted by the angel's self-righteousness.
"We've been in the game, we both know heaven needs sin and pain;
Inextricable, indivisible, we define each other like yin and yang.
So to dismiss evil would trick people, like a ventriloquist's voice,
Because without wrong, there's no right for humans to make a choice."
I was freed when the saint's restraints clanked, split in two.
"Though you should still fear me, theories won't keep me from killin' you..."

ren…
"still a fool, i'm as ill as you!, and from our talk today...
if you leave in one piece, it's because i let you walk away...
your ying and yang theory, just barely, connects...
the result of our being is cause and effect...
be-cause of me and mine, there came greed and envy...
be-cause He gave the choice, there was war for centuries...
be-cause He is almighty, Lucifer couldn't handle it...
be-cause He had enough of this earth, He dismantled it...
be-cause of the tricks played in the garden of Eden...
when the apple was eaten, y'all thought we were beaten...
now ya seein', cuz His plan has finally reached completion...
now we we're reclaiming the awards after all His teacings...
you understand this, kid? i'm through playing Jokey...
my wrath is here now, it's my turn to play Loki..."
with that, i raised my arms, in the form of the crucifix...
showered in glow, shot the energy coming through my wrists...
right through his lips, grabbed his soul with a loosened grip...
TJ looked at me somber, like, "ren, how could you do this shit?"...
foolish tricks, i backed off, couldn't go through with it...
lived his life, paid the price, he can do what he wants to do with it...

[Saint]

Had to repost this...from a couple years ago...TJ, Comedian and Sintacks...

"A Day in the Life of Cutty"

=Cutty=
Yawn...stretch...another day after a night of dreamin';
Sheets stuck to my ass from a load of dried up semen.
My nuts leanin' to one side, I can't help I was born a freak;
Pick my nose, eat the booger, put on the draws I've worn all week.
They've got more skid marks than the fuckin' interstate;
Wearin' bootleg Levi's, kissed my pic of Justin Timberlake.
Washed off the green circle left by my fat gold necklace
Then strolled downstairs to see what Moms made for breakfast...

=Cutty's Mom=
Son, get your lazy ass up this instant
The bus to central Buffalo leaves soon, don't miss it
Hurry the fuck up, can you move any faster?
I poured your favorite new cereal, Pokemon Master
Sugar coated Pikachus for your enjoyment
Then get your ass out in town to find gainful employment
Other than testing dildos and other bowel toys
Or playing Midnight Cowboy, or the bathhouse towelboy...

=Cutty=
"OK ma, damn, why you gotta always be stressin' me?
I'm a G, ma, for real, I even got my own crack recipe."
Damn, my butt's achin', and I gotta walk to the fuckin' bus station;
Greyhound's late as always, now a brotha's stuck waitin'.
Feelin' frisky, so I moan and squeeze my nipples
Then this bum came up to me and handed ME a nickel.
Saw a sexy salsa mami, stepped up to her like, "Hey, boo...
Girl, you can dis me, but did you have to spit in my face too??"
Sat next to a bunch of thug niggas, asked'em what's they hustle;
They got me for the bum's nickel, and bitchslapped me for my trouble.
That's how real it is, son, left me with pocket lint and a lighter;
Stepped on the bus with no money and looked at the driver...

=Bus Driver=
75 cents please, make sure the change is correct,
Little wiggers like you are usually a pain in the neck,
What the heck? Little bitch tryin' to pull a fast one?
Step back son, quit rappin' and put down the cap gun,
I got a proposition, you look like a great performer,
You can suck my dick and maybe I'll take you to the corner,
That's right slob it nicely, do the job to perfection,
Oh shit!! You like it, don't you? Look, you've got an erection!,
Inspectin' my dick to see if it's the same size,
The Fuck off my bus, I don't give rides to gay guys...

=Cutty=
Shit, that must've been the biggest dick I ever sucked
And I really don't think that I've ever tasted better nut.
Right in my face, that's how I like brothas to 'bring the beef,'
So I can open wide and feel the pubic hairs between my teeth.
That's thirteen this week, I should really start chargin' more;
I eat so much meat, around my way the brothas call me Carnivore.
But I needs to get my hustle, cuz I'm a wigger deep in the struggle;
You can tell from these dents in my skull shaped like someone's knuckles.
Pretend like I got connections, and loot got my pockets stretchin'
And maybe kids won't know that all these rocks are less than
Five percent dope. I hope this kid ain't no violent thug;
"Um, 'scuse me, sir, my name is Cutty, would you like to buy some drugs?"

=Recreational Drug Experimenter=
Yo, shut the fuck up, stop lyin, ya'll sell crap
This ain't no E, it's a Tylenol Gelcap
And I got serious doubts that your crack is bona fide
Cause last time I checked rocks ain't pink with "Tums" on the side
This wannabe coke tastes like Borden's evaporated
Keep pulling this shit they'll find you decapitated
Behind some dilapidated building, while papers write about
A drug-related death, "his severed dick was sewn inside his mouth"
Get the picture? Ya corny deals just ain't doable
Go find a nursery school and pedal some Flinstones chewables...

=Cutty=
That punch was unnecessary, now my nose leaks enough fluid;
You know what, though? I'll bet AlwaysLess put him up to it.
Fuck Cupid, shorty gets no love for snatchin' all my drugs;
If this celly wasn't a Hasbro, I woulda called my thugs.
I did time, yeah, in Riker's...got assaulted by stout men
So now I have a fetish for boys like...HIM! that's about ten.
Thought of tossin' his salad, jerked off and nutted quick;
Tugged on his Nike backpack and asked could I suck his dick...

=10-year-old Boy=
I may only be 10, but I know when I've met a vile
Faggot pedophile, out looking to get a child
You wanna cum in my face like your daddy does in yours
While your cousin gores your faggot ass, and leaves a dozen sores
Fuck that, I ain't interested in a cum lunch
Damn, look at that, laid out your pussy ass with one punch
Ya such a bitch even a 10-year-old's more hardened, herb
Maybe you should stick to fucking with kindergarteners
Or move to Neverland where little boys'll give you swirlies and
Even Michael Jackson will call you a girlie-man...

=Cutty=
Fuck, another beatdown, guess it's cuz I'm such a pimp;
Now I don't have to fake it when I walk with a fuckin' limp.
I've earned my street rep for the day, slangin' and dodgin' fists;
Time to go home, get online and dog 'Less while I'm anonymous.
My pockets never get right, so I guess I have to hitchhike;
Only had to let two dicks cross my palate and toss a salad.
Tastes like candy...home alone cuz moms is at the city pantry;
Get an icepack for my grill and flip on my sister's Tandy.
This is dandy, looks like Sin's on, and Proof is dissin' Radius;
Should I start bitchin' now, or create another alias?
I hate that Joker, he's always got more hoes than the redlight district
And I bet AloeVera's getting some head right this instant.
Comedian's clockin' that paper, and folks jock E2 without the vapors;
The only slot left for me to fill is to be the jealous hater.
Why do folks sleep on my rhymes? I can't improve nothin' more;
Guess I'll have to make a living whining on the Discussion Board.
I'll stop posting weak rhymes, and talk about how I treat dimes;
Shit, I'm slippin', I only responded to Sin's post three
times...

=Cutty's Dad=
Boy, are you fucking around on the net again?
Didn't I tell you to quit that shit and get a friend?
Or something constructive, like go join a sports team
But you're too much of a loser, I wish I could have foreseen
How pathetic you'd be, every day your birth I disparage
Shoulda punched your mom in the gut and forced a miscarriage
You're 27 and you still play with Transformers
Posters in your room for Vanilla Ice and Snow's "Informer"
It's like I ask God why the hell you were brought to me?
Now bend over bitch, it's time for your nightly sodomy...

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