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So in my free time, I write rhymes, poems, lyrics, songs.. whatever you want to call it. I was brainstorming tonight, and came up with some stuff I really liked. I have the beat memorized in my head, so I suppose maybe it sounds cooler to me. But meh, let me know what you think about the lyrical content.

Inspiration I search for in familiar faces,

strange places where I find my mind,

Tryin to unwind,

to find myself and pickup where I left off

Tellin my enemies to step off,

You won't get the best of....Me

can't you see, it's divinity within

bein comfortable in your own skin

Learnin to listen, and care

Share with your friends and family

let the universe see, the man you really want to be

open up your mind, shine

Divine, the place where I rest my head

Try not to get to comfortable here

Put myself out into the world instead

Everything will be alright.

Tryin' to get ahead, but it's a travesty

this world, society got us beggin

Always clutchin' for that carrot,

but its got no merit, it ain't my dream

Blowin off steam, I got my own vision

an image of a place where people are livin'

bigger and better dreams,

pockets burstin at the seams,

People got a vision of hope,

And life is larger than it seems.

Blue skies, and green greens.

Community, a concept that escapes us

instead we're content to let the tax-collectors rape us.

Takin all our hard-earned dough,

As if it weren't enough,

they try to get their hands on your soul.

Hopin that your debt will eat you whole,

But we got to get better than this,

If we want **** to change,

we must do more than just exist.

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Hah, More wrinkled than your average,

Kaz is the baddest

off instinct

You kiddies dont think, you stink

White vials, my Nexus rivals

Full lootin my hooligans in Rheydin

Dead right, if the gold's right, Kazzy there ery'night

Kaz been smooth since before FL 2

Never lose, never choose to, bruise Ogres who

do something to us, drunk talk confuse us

Elves walk to us, offerin mud sex to us

Who us? Yeah, Kazzy make em blush

Old like Starsky and Hutch, sweats too much

Only a group of three, could bring down he

Slay every Syndi, easily, busily

Recently noobs frontin, aint sayin nuttin

So Kaz just kicks it in peace, does what he please

Khaki paints with the crease, with his peeps

Nappin, askin if you want it, you got loot flaunt it

That Aabahran bull-ish, we on it

Happy b-day Kaz....

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Notorious I.C.O.N.Z - (take that take that take that)

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Iconz... that was amazing.

I'm working on this one.

Time spent on prayer is money well earned, though easier's not better, just misunderstood

For lies of the eyes plant the seeds that will try to destroy and defame all that you've gained

and regardless of time, this moment will shine, for when you look back it's not the same,

'cause the back of a car, ontop of the dead, leave more than a taste inside of your head.

And despite what was sought, with nary a thought, of all this act would undo,

The words went unheeded, my lesson, though needed, was time I wasted on you.

But what can you say.

Those things that you said? You would take back if you could,

and even if it where different I wouldn't say that you should

For quarter and hour, a fragment in time, life can turn sour, kill verses, end rhyme.

but not stop the memories that were yours shared with mine.

But please look at me, and please understand, that this isn't my world, and this wasn't my plan.

And it shouldn't still matter whats in mouth or at hand,

I've swallowed more pride than my stomach can bare,

and an apology is all I can share.

Your actions? Much louder. Your words but a cower, and it's the same after every day.

But my only retreat, though lost deep in deceit, is that I wasn't the sole one who paid.

'cause all that you claim, that driver still came, and in the end I sent you away.

Though days speak to months, the months have been stayed, all will be sung in macabre serenade

Stilted in earnest, and lost on the honest, I will speak in a soft debonair.

So never assumed, the contents consumed, when on knee while in sin and in prayer.

a-diddy

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