Finespun phenomenal flow, words enter your second chakra and make the abdominal glow, Fateh, the nominal pro, with uncommon prose, fast forward and blast toward a methodical throw that hits the target and shakes your anatomical pose, never volatile, some say it's improbable though but I keep spitting like it's common to glow, scenes that I show are 3D dreams that I grow
Monday, April 25, 2011
Take a journey through my mind's eye, questioning what my soul will plead when it's my time to die; praying God hears my calls when I'm stranded up against the walls, will I go in peace in my bed surrounded by those I love; or die alone in the cold as the Angel of Death descends from above to take me, to a better place, will I be able to set my record straight as my body enervates?
I bust rhymes like caged rage busts veins in the temples of a man, eloquent elements bring to fruition with rhythmic intuition an instrumental plan, to spit truth and get loose of the noose hanging around the collarbone, until I have the source of creation surrounded and all alone, and dive deep in it for hours or minutes, however long it takes to call it home, as I give a lyrical clinic that you feel in your bones
I came to uplift like volcanic boulders that just erupted, the pauses and clauses in my speech cannot be interrupted, my vocation is personal transformation like a squawking black sparrow, into an eagle that walks tall like an arrow, and though it may fall it always gets up again, when you feel that your heart is worn, fear not, for that is when art is born, I go into my brain, feel the pain and start the storm
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Divinity within, the trinity of word, rhyme and rhythm begins, from now until infinity ends, observe how I swerve with verve from word to word as verbal symmetry and imagery blend, while lyrical chemistry pops and fizzles, unstoppably sizzles, energy I endlessly bend, a 21st century force and entity, scorching plentily, internal chaos I readily mend, from now until infinity ends, until infinity ends