Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Restless Passages

the place that the light never catches the pain of lone
thorn of darkness and crown of fate is all gone
exiled king misses the mainland and thinks of his home
death sentence among the red roses under the great dome
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Think Sharp

quit and turn in down but think twice before you burn it down
drawn in an endless puddle with a sense that sands have flown
arid and crust and it feels like that i lost the concept of trust
been stridin the surface desperate and hope for one last blast
drenched the hands with restless blood then covered them dust
flawless masterpiece of the era and back to the primal position
concentrated chi may be the solution of this extreme mission
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Sunday, April 13, 2008

Suicide is a Suicide

i been in 4 dimensions and come back with no harm
it's like sense so close and wide any type of light within warm
just as i thought arch-rhymez shows no side effect from the swarm
ppl in the garden of eden sits with no spirit and lookin like clowns
ultimate apprehension skills are lost in a mind of dawn
and ready to be blown, i see eveything's brown like shit
when the creed influence's exposed you gotta hold the guts
smokin' around the community charts due to sickest flow i comin' with
lost ppl to insanity and it's tragedy to get messy on sanity
properly we all think that we doin' well but it's like a hell
rhymez aint to sell, they are to spit
you begin understand as the speech's gettin liquid
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Wednesday, April 02, 2008

One Last Time

as another sunrise's comin' brains and thoughts moves automatically
with flow that i'm in charge i attacked the way of people actin' bitchy
not shitty as you see but the sickest that you can totally admire me
not a happy end but it's a blue of a lil girl's growin' innocent heart
you not the only one who dreams to be a fairy has a blues blood
the circulation aint complete so that we're as yowai as the uchiha kid
clouds're thick and the flow's sick as it's ready to kick some shit
nutin's as clear as the fears when we're gettin' drowned on weed
indiscreet as the shit we smoke and it's been long we dropped the tears
it's a long and hard path that leads us thru our incomplete cheers
throw up sum alcohol and inhale one last time and exhale for a one last shine
it's because we stepped thru the darkness of a dawn and crime
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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Not a emo but not a wanker yet..

and i'm writin' a verse again it wont be the best but not the worst
you can look and see the spirit that i put on tracks like a brain burst
nothin' is clear and gettin blur and blur that makes me forget what's the first
i'm not a cat that good girls look for, i know they want a man who serves
but i'm the true spanker at times they come and stress my nerves
what about a night in a club to love temple and drunk to fuck
wall to wall beautiful like a baby doll and cutie when they holdin' my cock
hour to hour till the sunrise, jump, scream, bend over and duck
it aint ready for the experience that it has to live thru with you
but penetrate into my libido like a flawless flow, is that bangin' you
 
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Friday, March 21, 2008

Pain in the Butt


at the point that authority of humanity starts to believe in the power of intellection
it was the time that the animal side in each of us begins to lose the true satisfaction
just like side effects of a dawn when the law system's against the god's creation
people cant look directly anymore like they running from god even the christ lost his passsion
equality and fraternity dont rule the world, it's gettin' ruled by the ones who live in mansion
your brain contains the parts of love n compassion but they blew up these sections
casual life's just a garbage and our peoples are led thru a land of confusions
my son, turn off the news and grab a book then read till your heart and brain burn
the masamune of cypher1 has been spittin' the right rhymez, i dont need to confirm
why the hell is that for that poeple keep their mouth shut like a pain in the butt
where the all codes fleed to ?_ is the government on the response but they act a slut

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

A Passage Of Wu

i'm walkin down the blade of the liquid sword with my every word
passion of christ, he crips in the dirt but inside he's free as a bird
damnation is back on the local mic of  llb and reborn as me
when sun's down there will be no word to speak or a form to be
look up the sky that lies upon ya and sing along wit that beat of wu
meditation of kung fu, it keeps us concentrated on one thought
calm of the water is frozen in a monk like an assassin in a crowd
lyrically unstable and kbit is vibratin' convert this rhymez to mp3
for the dummies who still can ignore the power of wu-tang chi
our victory is near at the point which lies where you beat ya fear
alright dear,  don concern me like a brother or a father
just listen the words that should be told before the dark rise up
you are just a phoney bishop of the game, always the same
so kneel and be ready for defeat cuz i'm here to burn ya useless brain
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Mud Covered Spun

i clozed ma eyez and can see the rhymez of wisdom flows me from hell
not upon the masters of wu but i can definately fly above the keybord of ma dell
the words you hearin' is not commercial or i dont think a kind to sell
shell of the melancholy tries to wrap me and wacks try to rape me
but what if i take out ma cell and call the brothers of temple who can praise me
i'm nothin' to chase or a king to kneel on his presence
but i'm spittin good rhymez that you can figure out sumthin' if you really sense
death is the darkest dance and a desire to specialize thru a romance
but nuthin' to be talk about or sumthin' that can be a proud
it's just a feelin' like fellin' down from the hills of malice at a glance
this lyrical gifted syllabels cant caught in a club that you listen trance
that's whie ma brotherz listen it when runnin' the citie with a benz
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

G-F

whole sight's black, the minds are cracked and blank
these bizzlez fueled ma tank and the pump are ready to bang
we filled up all holes then screams are gettin' louder
parties have chosen us cuz we work in dirt with my gang
like a mass destruction weapon that has been planted to hurt
b-bros goin' around the world and i'm creamin' on her silly face
at last we got in a rat race like a police chase deep into her wet maze
her yellin' "yeah it's huge and great" makes me curious about her dirty place
eyez in a daze and the bodies are tired but babies are still hot
then i keep slammin' hard when my bros slap her worthless butt
so it's the lil' story of a gangsta fuck!
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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Thought Control

tüm pratikleri muntazaman yapmak ve antremanlarda mükemmel bir ahenge ulaşmak sizi asla işlevselliğin ön plana çıktığı o eyleme geçmeniz gerektiği önemli anlarda atım atamayıp donup kalmaktan alıkoyamaz fakat bazıları da bunun tersine isteseler bile bir denemede ve antremanda açığa çıkaramadıkları o büyük gerçek kusursuzluğun boşluk hissi uyandıran potansiyellerini ancak gerektiği anlarda o diğerinin donup kaldığı anlarda devreye sokabilirler aslında bu iki durumda her ne kadar kendi açısında ve içersinde kusursuz , güçlü ve zarif olmasına rağmen eksiktir.. bu eksiklik ise kişilerin güçlerini inançları dogmaları ve kalıpları ile sınırlamasından kaynaklanmaktadır.. hazırlıklarda başarılı olanlar ancak acil ihtiyaç anında tüm güçlerini kaybedenler içten içe yapılması gerekeni asla doğru yapamayacaklarına ve her zaman mutlaka hazırlıksız yakalanacaklarına inananlardır.. bu yüzden sonsuz sürekliliğin başarı ve eylem fonksiyonuna dahil olmasından ötürü gerçek anlamda tam ve kusursuz olamazlar.. bunun tersine ancah ihtiyaç anında kapasitelerini ortaya koyabilenler ise kendilerini içten içe yaptıkları tüm antremanların ne kadar yararsız ve gereksiz olduğuna çünkü gerçek bir durum ile karşı karşıya kaldıklarında bunun hiç bir antremana benzemeyeceğine inandırmış insanlardır ki bu nedenle kendi dogmalarına hapsolarak onlarda süreklilik sağlayamazlar başarılarında bir an için parlarlar sadece.. oysa gerçek anlam kusursuzluğu sürekli olarak elinde tutabilenler düşüncelerini kontrol edebilenlerdir.. insan diğer canlılardan ayıran özelliği düşünmesi değildir aslında düşüncelerinin iplerini elinde tutabilmesidir.. bunu en çok başaranlar bu kusursuzluğa en çok yaklaşanlardır çünkü onlar düşüncelerini kontrol etmekle aynı zamanda inançlarını ve beyinlerinin algılarına ve duygularına vucutlarına ve ruhlarına koyduğu sınırlamaları ortadan bir nebze kaldırabilenlerdir.. bir noktada limitlerini yıkabilenlerdir.. aynen matrix in ünlü repliklerinin geçtiği morphe amca ile neo kızancığın matrix benzeri bir kreasyon içinde yaptığı kung fu antremanı sırasında yaşananlar gibi bir durum vardır ortada.. neo nun başarlı olamamasını ve merphe ye üstün çıkamamasının tek nedeni beyninin algılarını kendi dogmatik düşünceleri ile limitlemesidir ki morphe, neo yu bu durumdan "nefes mi aldığını zannediyorsun" sözleri ile kalıplarını yıkmasına yardımcı olarak kurtarır.. işte bu nedenle en hızlı 100 m koşucusundan daha hızlı koşacağına inananlar değil.. en hızlı olandan daha hızlı koşamayacağını düşünmeyenler en hızlı olanı geçebilir.. aynen yerçekimin varlığını inkar edenlerin değil de yerçekimin kendisi üzerindeki etkisinin onu daha yükseğe sıçramaktan alıkoyacağını düşünmeyenler gibi.. belki de nike ın just do it sloganın altında aslında düşünülmeden verilmiş çok daha derin bir olgu yatmaktadır.. ama her zaman için "just do it"çi düşünceden daha iyisini yapabilecek bir "just done it"çi düşünce çıkacaktır.. işte bu da düşünce hakimiyetinin gerçek önemini gayet net yansıtmaktadır.. yani ?_ yanisi yok yazdım bile artık.. just written it.. demek ki içinden ders alınabilecek güzel bişey çıkabilir..euhehe
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