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instead of T.V...perhaps?

One bowl? Yo I'll fire like nine until my shit lets go, pupils so dialated looks like my shits about to explode,
Gettin right is my one desire, Ill keep flowin till my words reach the sky like 100 foot bon fires,
I'm beyond pissed off, you guys keep forgetting,
Fuck a bank yall,
I'm sticking up that guy at 7 11 with a smith and wesson i stole from one of those crazy people preparing for armageddon,
I rememmber why Im mad now, im about to get this shit off of my chest, wait im high,
It's been three seconds, I'm about to forget.
 
OK,
I wasn't going to say it
but I had my time with ecstacy
she raped me now I'm pregnant
and weed just makes me stagnent
at 3 AM flipping though channels
of deep cable
when I should be getting sleep
or writing Vocab's Fables
I traded in my medication for
yoga and meditaion
all the talk and half-assed plans
afford the time for action
I am a seed if you will
A bit of ferment
slowly rising
whose solitary
goal in life
is the act
SELF REALizing.
 
forget, i will not
this drama got me hot
i can agree with you man
im about to blow my top
i cant stand folks today
its
gotta be 'their' way
all you greedy bastards
listen
to the words i say
i wont ride anymore
on your selfish ego tour
lemme off this train
its about time I explore
yeah
dive into my soul
gotta get back control
i need to figure out
how im gonna pay the toll
when
on this highway of life
Im getting nowhere being nice
its time for a change
since ive already paid the price
blah
 
Ok listen,
I'm about to bring it
Straight to your head like an ax
then split it
Whoa, Back up-
Sometimes I need to be reminded
the enemy is violence
love it up
Now rewind it (wup wup wup wup [backspin]) :)
Come with out the need for
bullets and a trigger
come with a thesaurus
cause my Vocabulary’s bigger
come correct with poetry
wisdom, rhymes and lessons
come connect your energies
and impress your best impressions.
 
Impress your best impressions
on late night Bluelight sessions
rhymes from V are always free
completely free from stressin
from completely in time/to free form anti rhymes
for heads that need to read a cyhph
that spills outside confines of lines.
I scribe the moon and sun from memory
pray between rows of tall pines
knees in the soft needles
which resemble my spine
the last time I stumbled
Now my bodies made of stars
which connect into nations
abstracting automatic infantries
of pure thought
from a pure space
of blinding white light
behind my closed eyes
in this perfect moment,
I hi-jacked this thread, but only for a moment
wove it into a turtleneck,
gift wrapped now you own it
de da dee da dee.....dee da dee da dee....
[ 13 February 2003: Message edited by: vocab ]
 
alright
alright
it's the end of my night
it's fin'lly come
ive had enough
but one more thing must be done
or said
yeah i bet
you want me to give ya head
forget-that-man
dood i dont do that shit
well not really anyways
at least not until im hit
once or twice
then im nice
and ill give it to you right
but til then
here's my pen
or my keys
im no sleeze
bitch please
yo
that's all you get from me
peas that sucked
 
good mornin yall
im up yeah
the sunrise was my call
to get out of bed
and let
my words begin to fall
off the tounge
or the tips
i dont have to use my lips
its the mind
where you'll find
all the power thats behind
these
words that you see
thats where they trouble me
but when they hit the air
is when my mind becomes at ease...
peas
 
...and when my mind becomes the sea
my breath becomes the breeze
the place where the wind begins
and sends a rhyme to murder time
so that the now will always be
my lungs applaud the fresh air
everytime I exhale
my hands were made for
writing rhymes
and tounge a gift to bless them
inquire what you will
and love
will answer all your questions...
Mornings made for gratitude
and counting all your blessings.
 
that's right
the prodigal son has returned
and it looks like while i was gone
filling up on beers and pills
the whooooole of bluelight *burned*
well
good for you
but don't get too cocky
after work, i'm rocking
and the bombs i drop
won't just damage
Saddam
hope you got a good nights sleep...
we'll continue this at 5:23 est U.S.A
what are we on
round 35?
and this shit's still alive?
can i get a mutherfuckin amen
from all the cats that have vocalized.
and a thanks to alll the BL voyuers
for egging these rhyme styles on
across all lines and borders
but remember
it ain't over yet
not by a long shot
i just gotta go buy some more pot
and a hot pocket.
[ 13 February 2003: Message edited by: SelectionIll ]
 
LOOK HERE!!!
LOOK HERE!!!
VOCAB POSTED THE MAD BOMBER/HATTER/SCIENTIST SHIT
THIRD FROM THE BOTTOM-FIRST PAGE
GO READ IT KIDS
seemore
 
^^^Man I love you so much!!!!
seemore you should know by now
I sleep standin up
With a pencil clinched in my teeth,
rhymes spillin out my cup
cause this thing will never stop
throw this thread back on top
of the nightstand at your bedside
or between slices of bread
like a halo for the lightbulb
is the lampshade round my head
[ 13 February 2003: Message edited by: vocab ]
 
yea, that's right
hold on real tight
cause this aint a square dance
no more
it's evolved into a fist fight
a real blight
on the sleepy souls
of the bluelighters pillows
that they cry into deep in the dark night
never mind
let's have a pillow fight
there's lots of girls here
and the boys ain't half bad neither.
but what would they want with an old geizer
who keeps pints of blood in a frezzer
and little asian boys to follow me around
with a vacuum cleaner.
although there's nobody meaner
can't anybody see through this petty chirade
at the child inside
with the tiny weiner
hahaha tiny weiner
there's a winner
my wifes a big grinner
and so are the ladies auxiliary of the 22nd airborne.
enough of this verbal porn
let's...take...a...walk...over...there
there's a pool chair and a bloody pair of underwear
look! a lincoln town car with a liscense plate from Delaware
merrily treading the fair
regardless of the gassing scare
i'm not duct taping myself in anywhere!
where's my tag team partner at
i need a rest, here, slap my hand
and show these cats
where the real crap
be at.
[ 13 February 2003: Message edited by: SelectionIll ]
 
lets give this shit a bump
to the top
while i drop
stoopid lyrics on your skull
but i find
youre not that kind
yeah you cant percieve the truth
you've got me blocked
i've got you clocked
i know your speed
its too damn slow
you came in late
i gotta go
its not that I
can't wait but yo
i know
your brain has died
it wont allow you
to run with my kind
so
when it ressurects itself
come knock on my door
maybe ill answer
maybe ill leave your
number in my pocket
for my next tour
blech
 
bump it up like
i bump my lines
of these rhymes
drugs you just can not
define
they crack your skull
open, meta-a-phore
not just a beat whore
you think im a bore
doesnt matter if you do
or not, i dont care
i eat these rhymes like
my steak, extra rare
cut up that damn pear
vitamins inside
my dark lyrical lair
 
My dark lyrical lair is booby trapped with metaphores
words come to me eternally as waves that wash ashore
as a boy I stood on beaches skipping stones into the sea
as a man I stand on dry land and the ocean mimics me
thats because I am all that ever was and will be
the alpha sparks the sentence and omega sets it free
from begining to the end and all thats in between
the lesson of the seed that becomes a mighty tree.
 
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