Oh how she shines...

I wanna undress, caress your words, thoughts, damn girl just gimme that brain. I wanna connect nerve endings to the cerebral intellect coalesced within ya mind. I find, ya body sexually appealing, but your breasts don't speak, please do not neglect the way I'm feeling. Because I'm feelin that finesse, the way butterflies utter loudly underneath the depths within my chest. Your words poetic. Silent verbs I live 'em. Melodic to symphonic plateaus, your essence provides the rhythm. Let me chisel through the epidermal landscape forming shape to that central nucleaic system. Knowledge enables pistons. I dig ya, mind and wisdom, ya, body and soul, so I've become an aficionado to the sound of ya speech. Freed, your aura augments my solidarity. Slowly but surely abbreviating all desparity. I scantily breathe when your proximity is negative. Overcast clouds of neutrons constrict vessels and ventricles, dilating all that's relative. Time is never tentative for feelings with no alternative. But still I wait, to relocate, to, temperate zones where juice is not from concentrate. Beauty flies into boroughs and riversides beneath the crevices of pours. I wanna drive that magic school bus into worlds unified, through ridges, to, errogenous cores vivified. Harmonic whistles ignite the windpipes to my respirator. Your presence is a gift uplifting my elevator. Lungs get filled, to, collapse when your present is killed.

Word of my day.

Inamorata (in.am.uh.rah.tuh) : A woman whom one is in love with; a mistress.

Askme.

I hear 'em speak, sayin whateva's on they minds. "Yo, this cat short and small," but dig it, I stand TALL within the mind. I spill my heart between the lines. Sing my part when it is time. While some cats sit back, observe, speechless verbs just like a mime. The only way I live's for "I." You can too if you try, succeed beyond demise. So, arise from the depths inside the belly of your disguise. I know that you and I, have been pushed against the tides but we all go through some SHIT like a bunch of hungry flies, and from that we RISE, to acknowledge every hurdle. Plant seeds that become fertile. I've been moving real slow these past four years but they say the wisest is the turtle. Yes I've fallen, but I rose to conquer all the obstacles. It's true, skies will gray but don't let it ever shade ya optical. I've strived yet many were blinded to the fact that for me, success was never optional because they never fathomed that anything was possible. But EVERYTHING IS PALPABLE...with practice. Beneath the skin is what's attractive. Please do not assume that because my skin is tinted yellow, this kid must be a math wiz. And please do not assume that because I speak with slang and rock the mic I know what crack is. ASK IT. To assume is to prevent the truth from blooming, and to prevent the truth from blooming, no two stems will be congruent. Beware of your influence. Stimulate expansion, within the mind lays an oasis. Build a strong binding with confidence to flip your pages, and whatever the case is, I wake every morning with a goal, that's the basis.

It's such a beautiful day in Seattle

The Rawest Emcees

Peep the new track off the Noise in the Basement Mixtape Volume II:

http://www.zshare.net/audio/17218660b7a96ebc/

What I seek could be lost, demised within my soul
Battered but not lost, to be at peace i'll find control
Stronger is what I hear and strength is what I hope
Let me wonder today then know, because tomorrow's opera does not promise my heart afloat
My heart will choke...

Palpations I lay, aching, burdened by emptiness
What once seemed so divine, fulfiliing, and erogenous
Is now lethargic, patiently starving alongside my NEMISIS
I guess it's a virtue, completely for the sake of remembrance
Don't end this...

If I lied, I would malnourish the right to truth
Emaciate what is real and free my right to lose
My heart speaks, a melodic testament I give to you
Sang two verses, one chorus, and proceeded to interlude
Goodnight to you.

A lil sumsum to orchestrate ya mind...

I hold the mic like a drug with my FIST to the SKY,
Never fronting like a thug with a fist full of pride,
A Prince, like Machiavelli, one ya'll miss if I die,
My elements be on the rise with a kiss for demise.
So I, magnetize concepts through ideas,
Shooting, poetic lyrics through snipers like Nasir,
Envision, the perpendicular thoughts of God here,
I'm shining on ya'll, like equinox on hemisphere....

Rain falls in Seattle

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