Monday, November 23, 2009

Speak Like a Child

Uh!

Speak like a child, I am spicy but not mild
It will take a while to understand how wild
The things are as he unleashes beasts onto bars
It goes very far to the distance of stars or the planet Char
I just swarm into the center of the storm
With a form so open it's the contrast of a dorm
I'm at a college level with my treble, it's incredible
I'm a rock, going to a boulder and I was a pebble
Growth is what I have achieved
Super like Mr. Reeves
I'ma fall like the leaves
Mr. Tree...
Why do you lose them all?
Why do you just let them fall?
Will it make you more than tall?
Do tell, please don't stall?
It's a secret, I won't leak it, I'll just keep it
But remeasure the temperature, read it, it just gets colder
And the leaves drop down to their knees like obedient soldiers
I'm the General Consensus and I present this
Reign that you have perceived is mist but I drench it
Like Victoria or the good city of Astoria
I get more than ya, and I get the Gloria
Do you get the story of the kid from Southeast 92nd?
Grew up around weapons and covered in tears from heaven
But with expert side-steppin avoid all the wreckin
And removed from the deckin so my name is Joker
I'ma show ya all the things they never told ya!
I'm gonna pull a bang shooter like a Ruger, but I knew ya...
Uneducated. Quick, get a tutor...
Before he ends up dumbfounded in a stupor
Whoa whoa whoa, peace just like the Buddha.

There's the natural pause for me to switch topics
I'ma drop this opposite of avalanche, so it's hotness
You got it? I'm a novice but I'm getting polished
So unknown with a power to own, what do you call this?
I go by many names, I just play many games
I will rise to the fame. Now I am Bruce Wayne
Scratch the last thought. I'm already a hero
Flyer than a Spearow, count me up Shaprio
Do you understand? Just call the number man
I just thunder slam until they call me wonder jam
So make a toast to the sir that is flyer than a bird
The Artisan with a partnership in spoken word
I concur that this nerd is very unheard
So like a symbiote, these lyrics you must quote
Take note of what the hell Alex Dang just has wrote:
Without any treason for a hundred seasons:
You should know, I'm the rhyme and she's the reason!

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