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FRIDAY FREESTYLE

Busted at 1:17PM, for a.e.:

Every time you turn, the world turns around you
Sending those signals when we try to sound you
Sneak out the window when the world tries to ground you
Wishing for water, we’re so glad we found you

Spin drops some truth, it gets ruthless like Joshua
Hunt for it three times, come straight out of Nashua
Play it so breezy, like “is you fly?” “Yeah, sure”
Reduced to produce to compare to how fresh you are
Stand in your stream, get like Bowie – I’m under pressure
Got ready like Freddie but I need a referesher
Then when you stand up, my hand’s up to take your measure
Inch and millimeter to figure your pleasure
Like Pynchon and reader, these stories combining
Start rhyming in meter with pathways aligning
Fashion the passion that you’ve been designing
Hard metal head-trips in which I’ve been mining
If the mic had these eyes, they’d be locked on your motion
If this mic here could dance, it would cause a commotion
If the mic took a chance, got as deep as the ocean,
Would you pull the plug and undo its devotion?
Take your time, think a minute, then spit with your two lips
But I’m gripped with a mania like Amsterdam tulips
Just don’t try to pass me and blast me with two clips
‘Cause when I start betting, I throw down the blue chips
If you play the game I ain’t lettin’ you win it
It’s Spin at the wheel, and the wheel lets you spin it
If you think it ain’t nothin’ but mackin’ like Sennett
I’ll roll you the clips back from when I begin it
If I was on shine like a fresh supernova
You’d dye your head red and say “send him on over”
And if I rocked a fella like Mr. Jay-Hova
You’d rub on my shag, say “Mistah Lova Lova”
But all I got’s brains and a mouth full of mean
And a hurt to take you to where you never been
And a ring of slug copper but never turns green
So let’s climb in my car and say “fuck the machine”

Every time you turn, the world turns around you
Sending those signals when we try to sound you
Sneak out the window when the world tries to ground you
Wishing for water, we’re so glad we found you

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thaitea
Oct. 3rd, 2009 07:43 am (UTC)
Sir, your science is too tight. I fling my bling at your sneakers.
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