Little did he Know

Little did he Know

When the factory closes
the good old news boys, hustling like
a tale spoken long ago
your own story speaks more volumes
like a girl on drugs, run down by Valium and crack
bags under her eyes
the torn skin and her lips
i crave Z
the she male mentality
not heavy enough the locomotive hobbyist
unsalable items
no where on the list, holding a grunge charged with auspiciousness
loose Change, retard the game
in plain sight
I might return to the once beHolden golden garden
Keith keep's the lard in
nice is too nice
sampled and chopped so it got tossed
hummed and slowly grooved to
small glitches and restless arm and leg syndrome

Confession time, I can't seam to slow down
life is becoming scrambled, one moment at a time
the fear of Death makes everything nullified
conglomerated in to a Messenger message
it's killing me
I am a victim of my own luxury
my greedy showmen-ship is controlling me
I got to be MR. Guy Smiley, but Whitney shoved it all down
where did she take it to?

that's fun if you are the one doing it
churn your ear to the groove
crude is the soul
straight from the heart
the beats and spit
the beautified version of the double sarcasm is getting you so depressed
dressed in exaggeration
triple the soke, the word you sprew
becomes true, like a friend who said fuck you
to you I say do your job
hue's flash new trash in your head it's the new
shit stuck in the homophobic slurs
quadruple your sickness the gag becomes a denial
the grecko roman mingles with the pursuit of a rationalistic mind frame
tamed to suit your Taylor I get more idea's from the blank wall

Yo Null

Yo Null

Death resides in the capitals
winter breath, sure she gets
the forgotten kitsch
yes and they
say it like this
take your glasses off
the good bugs gone come off
no one's kind
to me, I speak too much beef
and our territory expands
(punch one too, one drunk man)
in the streets of hey bey bey
come on, go on, good rakugaki time
dude it's that new one, I've listen to it
and chewed on it
got the pee and the pod wrong
things that makes us do the due
expand your eroticism
Johnny Cares
and she declares
music has gone astray
CORNEY
these emotions for enough of that prankster shit
and I do it so good
until you can't stop it
the curling ball comes it's not yours she says
you got to turn it in, it's too late, oh touche
wondrous beams
captive teens
my sonic booth craves
another broken tooth
cavity numbs my face
the dictator has my fate
I rap to satisfy my gratitude
for Palestine
and the hire em's
to your wallet guy

Chances
hustling the street
the too short crew and their enhancement
one clap sound woke up the good gents
on the beat
for a nice morning
no
heroics
and the bandwidth with this is set to a certain logic
bullshit occupies
another territory
land marks occupies
another territory
land marks chewing you and you are sorry
don't know any of it
resurrect to erect my position in the land of the two serpent
hearts bent to cure the null and I kind of get scared of this fuzzy math
things to hate
turn the TV on you find plenty of it
and the hot chizzled
mock pose, the girls know
their place in the world

in urban chaos, she asks
me to beg for Mr. Pants to be taken off
that's all I care if I see some wet hair
and good stash
the crap is crack and I am no washed up poet
peeking in for another
show, but you know
I can't take it anymore
and the ghost split a conserving reminder a note hey you got to pay for the thrills Aho

She Devil

She Devil

Hawaiian blues
few words will do, rhythm
synthesizer, the level submerged
write to sell
rebellion does nothing to foster culture
but I say this to you
like zealous bastards
anger got to me in so many ways
the bi-polar is the way they persuade
to inspire they invade
our convenience decays
our soul is molded and covered
so I can relax once in a while
a hectic smile
I mean come on,
don't come to Bellevue~
bill's in his chair
smoking devils lettuce
man made jihadest
and intoxicating diseases
this version rocks and to lock goldy
but with no assurance
in the middle, not really speaking
a point of view
you a faker and your mind set tell the lamenting sentiment
quantum energy
please
I say the at most high
read me and pass me by
do good in other continent
ugly is the sub-contex

The Way Towards Inwards

The Way Towards Inwards

lack of hustling
reality, stuck on my forehead
publish all this in seaweed
happiness is in the sun
then what do you call it when
the purpose of life has changed
to duty
to drench
the place where no man lives is where
I want to live
is a tropical star
sprinkle and land
I couldn't feel the sands
she thought/I quit but
far from it
loneliness of a college girl
the purpose expands but
who knows
the way out inwards
I too, yes the machines
symbolize
a girls obsession, Mr Gringo
Stop the Jingles

who is nice, around that time
I went and fetched batteries and all that has
been beat
yo, you denied the artist
so you can be stuck like that for it
I said that it was going to corrupt everything
and it did
but no one listened
I got to say all this just to keep in
the thoughts bounce off the walls
to spark some mutual interest
murals and escapist resist all
of this at the same time
to plot twist persists
it's all in the name of marketing
~Johney, Mark has came up with something truely brilliant~
the love affairs grow
the waste you only know
the true sees it
but faked it
proceed with it
but who, and I do, and soon enough pressure bug
invades all aspects of creativity

it kills without a need
it switches the key
only loneliness spawns the evil verse
the curse torn in little remorse

who will do it, who will shoot
the heights and sacrifices
invisible eyes reveal
wholesome but still
double sighted outlandish
marking pens
who is this ask Ms. spears and her spells
continue, art sparks when
the emotions are flowing
it doesn't when it's stagnant
or with the wrong doings on the Internet
life in speculation
who wants to live it?
this mentality flourishes
the seas know, recedes yo
childish causes, the reaction begotten
no one, there to cure
the monsters rebel
in the mindset of the soldiers
awakening humanity has made it's match
it don't make no money mentality
stop blocking me
"greed in ego, super Sasian, only you got to change the meme! sure all has not."

Fear and Regression

Fear and Regression

last words are cruel
spoon fed tears
I lie
cheat, realize in my own
wonder full deceit
every time I blink
the clean sleeves
eat me, inside
the reptilian monsters
invades the soul
the true ugly comes out
when she knows not to then
could have
regrets pass by
but my soul
spits new ones
it passes me by
the luring attraction
the commanders
the lost and the frost
brothers and them girls
Hemingway did all he could have done
inside he lies
my hair gets dyed
love and lure
I know what makes me happy

these days are all about loss
I fought no one, the blues spill
over to the corner
all the restrictions
time flys by
as if it didn't exist at all
inside a fun zone, inside the mimicry
the off shoots
I sold real for tokens
a little approval
people who get them selves down are always down
the power, the love
nothing exists in me
I bought every word from the master
I
stand alone
to nowhere
in Amelia's Comfort
I to exist to lie
and deceit everyday
like my mom
and the sun I shun
run away to glean in to with an extra set of eyes

love down, love down
the decimal system and everything in them
the screwer tasted so good
screw her
ass and fine wine
quiet time
don't zone off, no love parade!
I am me she says
inside her mind is the
white on white
mixed taboos
drink and Wynne
love parade
the only thing to do
I go insane
to thee
I write 100, just that much love poems
why aren't you happy
the boys dream
is torture
it's fatigued
get me out of this prison
of mud and dust
the sewage system
disintegrates

Super Boring Diary Express Work Train

Super Boring Diary Express Work Train

I don't do the usual
I am the casual
even on a Wednesday I settle the minuscule
no one cares
that's the liberal mentality
the totality
spoken like a coach
giving on of his female students a coach bag
the old hag hanging at the office off of the 5th or 6th
the illegal gifts
the illegal turns
the rapper learns
the weed grows to discern
the entertainment value is digitised
the oversize boy with a massive soy vanilla vente latte
YES. we got it
not to disturb you sigh on your forehead
give me a head if you care to
look at me and sympathize
suburban blues
is compartmentalized
the money talks but on one really talks
the stalkers are lurking in your head
the perverted man was all ready dead
the fat man said the stocks were falling
with your testosterone level
you could do wonders
they ponder
dare to flunder a young mistress
it's not the 50's anymore so you just got hired
for your tattooed ways
and he was even pierced
and he even partied

no one cared
and in plain sight he blurted a new one
one for the team
she was admired

Fun employment
the sad annoyment
appointment taken
who is beaten
the greetings
giving and weeping
the the the
sleeping
still in the rhyme world
regurgitation
masturbation
not working cause I don't have to
love to make it big
too much ego under cover
get away with vulgarity like pussy and stussy
news paper marches
band singing black berry marry popping pop
loli pop and no creativity
another product to sell to a jerk ass
another show to romance
true love prostitution
ask a pimp online
it's safe and preferred
no one trusts the natural
diary bastard
plastered after two drinks
got to be lovely
hireable employee
who is this taxating droid
Lori and the gayness town
all in gray
they sat around their corner for a pink hat for their mutt
what is your web address
the stress is never ending
for the weekend
to catch the latest
news blogging shoes
the sexual stress smooths
the surface of her hard exterior
the menitor
lingering navy colors
it's a clear day to complicate my thoughts with simplicity
my professionalism is amountable to a baby's rear
commercial to target needy love
I for one is concerned for the absurd

Land Caster

Land Caster

Every one scratches
and catches a glimpse of genius
this is the ferry that carries dreams
so the secretaries are on board
one is left with urban rhyme tendencies
and I struck with the bore
they will
interview for a crucial conflict
the result is illicit
legit
fatty in a hot tub
more ghetto nastiness
prostitution
slinging the coolness
products lined up
stress amounts
but this is all bounced

bounce baby bounce
you 'r fiance baby hound
like a grey hound baby elongate
and pounce

bounce baby bounce

I do amount to the radio waves
the sporty confrontation
who is the bitch king
more love for the horny
northern California baby
I smoked my lungs black for complication
race and skills
woods on pills
crafty thrills
more obscurities and coffee house atmosphere
old school beats and can I get a what what feats
old joys
butt plugs and dirty magazines
the certification is 2 days old sir you must renew it

I was walking home and not straying
learning that proper swag for I want to be a Mormon?
questions of the land obsessions of the lad, semen's and computer systems
I fear that I might be a fag
not good enough for a smile from a pure heart
a clean love
she is in a stable condition
caring for what is to be cared
but when will you shock the zoned out
brain dead cranium
William Nealson stadium
tell me what you are talking about
or i will give you more base
and break it down with the freaked out wild style