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Perfect Dark
01:16
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sweet and deceptive
Moschino mosquito
thats a fly bloodsucker
Daywalker to you Deacon Frost type mfs
the Ebony Maw only opens to cause ruckus
form new realities and tear your world asunder
wells of knowledge plundered
genuine or methodical
believe anything if its palatable
cause your morals ain't solid
flubber like malleable
move like a cryptid
thru landscapes afflicted
by leaders conscripted
to pain inflicted
and truths omitted
left unchecked a cancer grows persistent
that valley too uncanny how you pass thru that
with no pot to piss in and an outdated map
my mind forms new galaxies constructed by rap
sonoluminescent and AstroBlack
all white emcees i need to see your visa
or you'll catch curses flung from the sable tongue
with such force
they'll turn ya fresh mullet into a Ceaser
I despise you greedy cold hearted misers
pray for your demise
Bob Crachit with a slug for Ebenezer
leave ya carcass in the freezer
this a creature feature
in a haunted house
enter at your leisure
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Step #1
00:59
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Joshua Virtue:
they left graffiti on flying saucers
anonymous authors, anonymous offers
palm dry with earth salt
astral lobbyists
steak and lobster to break the will, still
my lightning shining light on shallow water up and down a hundred year darkness
might have to cut a little deeper
wake the monster
wars come and gone turf littered
with white hot revolvers spinning
like rising helicopters
they settle into songs, settle into psalms
hands greased up with the blood of lambs
all that shit going according to plan
i leave a print in every space i stand
not a woman not a man, but an experience
the land outside the lines be mighty grand
my sugar momma fuck me like the bum i am
a type of love you mfs wouldn't understand
Davis:
the main course a my next feast just might be your liver
sense spine shivers from the tip of my whiskers
synapses snappin'
arrows loosed from the quiver
want the whole kit and caboodle
wouldn't even know what to do with a sliver
the coward in you filled with vigor off the dark liquor
a dangerous mixture
scurry like rats in a alley
Curry w/ the strap out the window of the Audi
red dots from half court
dictate these headshots
catch you tellin' catch one in your cerebellum
new meaning to heatin' up the kitchen
sweet as molasses
but the spit still acidic
give you what you missing
if you stop and listen
the FouleMonk w/ DirtyD nothing less than kismet
no kisses or well wishes
from the obsidian misfits
you dipshits
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Lennox
01:36
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bald fade from the Jamaicans got a nigga lookin like Lennox
cranium corrals concepts into Celebrimbor-crafted stash box
griffin guarded and padlocked
curses from the Ebony Maw cut cornea of cyclops
"who done it?" said, "Nobody, nigga gon kick rocks."
fist first out the void like Leorio
freaky like Voldo
act like Mr. Popo round white folks they still call the popo
cause yo skin yo logo and yo pockets only so-so
swore to never kill myself for a crackers dollar
rather live happily in squalor
sippin' two buck chuck
with my equals and my peoples blowin sawbucks
five dolla hollas
blue collar scholars
the last of the joy at the bottom of a bottle
sonics silky like messages with implications filthy from a midnight caller
dogs off the leashes
Rottweilers off the collar
shadowboxin' d'evils
Hurricane Carter meets Kara Walker
change they visage but the got the same agendas
facade crumbles into something way more sinister
innocents blood christen by bishops for the baptism
bear the weight of the world's wisdom
refracted like light in a prism
dark side of the moon
too cold for you coons
leave ya mental split, a great schism
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might be petty but
still flood the streets with liquid heat like broken levies
popped pinata spilt mercury confetti
back sunburnt from riding in the back of pick-up Chevys
lyrics and grief weigh on my mind heavy
so dead weight i cut it off with the machete
momma always told me watch my backside
cause niggas compliment ya kicks then ask your shoe size
behind kind gestures the malice do hide
the truth dont lie
this the final call
pushing rhymes to you all
i sell em like bean pies
jewelry smell like toothpaste
arm&hammer w/ peroxide
shit ain't sweet i been to the by-and-by
been thru hell made it thru to the other side
rarely wield my weapon with closed eyes
if it's necessary my nigga maneuvers be Zatoichi
sweet like apples fiji
or candies lychee
i be the bee's knees
and you monkey niggas ain't signified
cast the bait but jumped the shark
understood the assignment but you still missed the mark
little value in your stock worthless
depression era deutschmarks
spirit fluttered and flew
metaphysical meadowlark
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Davis:
hard to tell if the future's bright
when surrounded by all this blight
outta mind outta sight
i embody John Henry's might
mighty moprhin big bad beetleborg
ponder the mic
like a wizard to a orb
psalms flow from my exalted horn
what knowledge you absorb
its mostly performative
brief instances of actual growth
mudblood sworn oaths
brownstone devoured by vines overgrowth
coat littered with sun-bleached bones
and the block is hot
heat swelters
water stagnates than evaporates
i'd rather not elaborate
i'll leave it to the mystery
i'm absolved by history
i rebuke your microscope
form the abstract
sonoluminescent AstroBlack
a refutation of all that is wack
sealed with candle wax
Joshua Virtue:
forgot your name before you told me
my nigga i told ya
auto misnomer it's not a sonata
it's a Sedona
Madonna
vultures in vogue voted most
popular posers
pockets of posies
bodies locked inside of they posters
eyes followed like haunted
paintings, they beckon us over
delectable culture invoke us
they who speak to the cobras
niggas fresh like the body of Christ
stale crackers shoulda put em on ice
we don't earn in this industry
your merit gets sold
you're not in control
twisted marionette holding a
precarious pose
mask cast over an aryan mold
entered the venue with a duffel bag
carrying gold and various scrolls
written in dead languages and yellow page tomes
with burnt edges listing four figure area codes
where do they go?
nary a bold nigga know
clap off and clap on i'm a different sex
met your world with with a face of flagrant disrespect
at your set fingering yo girl in my favorite dress
bet
popping beer bottles off ya baby's head
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Step #2
00:43
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Step #3
00:38
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Step #4
00:58
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Morpheus
01:45
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certain issues can't be addressed
cause certain wounds still can't be dressed
its rot from the root
spoiled milk from the breast
ancestral tensions
predecessors passed down stress
Anansi spun a web in my ear
the thread was tough as diamond
laced with cataclysmic fear
the rhymin' more than any one person could bear
channeled it thru drums no q-tip could pierce
synapses shot off
images appeared
molded, crafted the diction to give you what you hear
take it in verbatim
no equatin' or conflatin' just appreciatin'
the lyrical beast locked in my mind's basement
go get the gimp you simp
fill you with elation
caught covid in East Hollywood
no more parties in L.A.
listenin' to ye is a form of self hate
my name engraved
the tomes you writ don't exist
that's an unmarked grave
tryna move on
only the gale of a hurricane capable of turnin' this page
i was in another world yesterday
feet steppin' gingerly on diamonds and pearls
tryna find my way back to this place
trapped in a world bathed in gray
Morpheus' gate guarded by a beast of my own creation
all my fears and failures formed singular
a colossal culmination
saw my minds escape a fittin' place for gestation
how heinous
it was there and then i knew Eden wasn't elysian
no wheat fields of hangin' gardens
just power lines hangin' over shitty garden apartments
i could weep
but alas i catch some Z's
at last my mind is free
what a revelation
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Virginia
01:29
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I am an army of me & mine
Bjork meets Conqueror Kang
words spoken linger on my lips like bile
taste of champagne
tired of perpetual panic mode
tryna find joy in my peace
like when Grandma G used to wash my face with Irish Spring
never had money my nigga
shit don't mean nothin' to we
but still control our everything
doom overhead loomin
Vulture King
buzzard glean his next feast
for every man Death waits patiently
sinner and saint equally
bones devoured along with the meat
ashes to ashes
breeze to the trees
Virgina Slim, but you smoked on Misty's
knew it was comin'
seen the crows flew in a hurry
black cats scurried
tucked the burner
flew off into the night
sight lost in a flurry
niggas had me dead to rights but they must've seen you in me
always told me to fear sable omens
turn the lights off when its pourin'
she say, "that's the Devil beatin' his wife."
mental image keep me up at night
words are beautiful and terrible things
bring breath to life and haunt your dreams
rob sensual moments of intimacy
look but don't touch please
sometimes it is as simple as it seems
do i still got it in me
or has my tank run empty
belts gettin' tighter
but the hunger remains the same
mental pocked with sores
brain in cahoots with the pain
sho' does pour when it rains
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Step #5
00:34
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13. |
Plainview
01:29
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big step move subtle
rainbow in gasoline puddle
I mold that which befuddles
you was merely hidin' in the words
not bendin' em to your will
confidence don't equate to skill
struck gold
pound rubble
Pagliacci syntax juggle
intravenous air bubble
masterclass in word hustle
work with immigrants
used to with language barriers
comfortable with silence
what's empty is simultaneously infinite
feel it in my ligaments
present tense
Windy City wordsmith
breeze brisk
cap blown back
kufi flight risk
dream clinched
tight fist
send it off into the mist
watch it come back gorgeous
sans pretense or malevolence
I'm in this to win this
Daniel Plainview
I'm finished
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Davis Chicago, Illinois
eastside chicago wordsmith. the Ebony Maw is open.
Why? Records
mgmt: frances farlee (fcfarlee@gmail.com)
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