Flow

by elemental123

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-01-15 23:28:00

I bust out the flow
Like a lawn crew starts to mow
Up and down the rows
I swing back and throw
These mad rhymes and verses
Written on the walls
Like sketch artist curses
Other MCs wind up dead
In the back of herses
And out of many universes
The law of probablility states
That in one of these dimensions
It will become my fate
That I will become possesed
By the words in my head
And get up on the mic
And rock the party dead
And with that being said
It’s like butter and bread
Unlike the masses
Being spoon fed
By the record coorporations
Hiring whack MCs
With no concentration
But there time will come
To meet their devistation
Seven O clock sun rise
Sharpen up the knives
And bring the frozen brain cells
Torn up by the hives
The rising of the waters
In the shores of malice
Rise up to the coastline
Floods the walls of the palace
Those who can guess are lost in a haze
Because in the many ways
The ends become frays
Even on better days
Take a part of the feeling
The sights get the mind reeling
And to the auditory receptors
Comes what I’ve been dealin
Next time is no time
Elevated universal mind
With both eyes close
The vison is not blind
Try to get to the intersection
The road in the middle
Doesn’t quite lead to heaven
But through the passages
IT’ll bring out a confession
Of guilt of the past
From the beggining of the scene
Time to make the dash
And wipe the slate clean
But don’t forget about the karma
What comes back around
It bound to harm ya’
I’m trying to alarm ya
It’s just a fair warning
Of what may happen
Some fateful morning
When you least expect
When your guard is down
Retribution from the past
Leans it’s head around
and as I bring this flow to an end
To those keepin it real
My regards I send.