Sunday, May 10, 2015

"Ascend"

Shawn Stare
Massive images of graphic events
To interject, halt em' (smh) futile attempts
I was sent to inspire all you ladies n gents
Administer inject knowledge, homey get da syringe
Don't flinch! or you'll miss
Some astonishing shhhhiiid, I'm around da camp blazin'
Verses fully kitted loaded wit clips, 1+1=2
MonStarz among da skies parallel comets sonnets shootin' da gift
Brush against
Canvas, it's a ludicrous lucrative awakening trip!
Battle tested brotha, been in da trench
Talib Kweli
"Beautiful Struggle" at stints

Bang! Bang!

Wake up people wit my mind audience'!, fire my wits!
Man, fuck a chain n a whip!
Emcees unsightful views distorted wit deplorable bliss
Dat stuff dat you spit!, a card game wit a pile of useless rhetoric spritzed
Yet to find a match dat exist, keep climbin' out da pit dat you pitched
Bozak exposed, piss on ya script!
Kick a Sermon like Eric, Parrish Smith
Jane
Nothin's changed, still business when it's time to dismiss
Pour my heart in music, keep it honest wit this
Dis dem hot grits! at Big Mamma house wit all da helpings enriched

Latch notes wit a message anchored online, hungry fish snappin' at da bait I dispense
Toss it in da ocean, vortex opens my proverbial skits
Anger contained, tagged to tablets intelligent solutions to a horde of problems dats meant
To divide us wit da little bit of unity, we've corralled in da mix
All this senseless violence is sick!
This not a flick
Dis about you!, Us!, our seeds future, YOU Dick!
Bones locked in closets where all other scandals commence
Sometimes we all take scandalous risks!
But most of us find it's not worth da gamble
S.W.A.T by thee expense
Fly high
Ova heads adJacent, like Lyric's you missed

Lady T wit a twist

Dis is serious biz, you squares fizz
Grown Ups Only!, bed for da kids
Talk what eye live, as I chop it up wit my bro politic at da crib
Jot mistakes on blogs so you won't have to do what I did
Blessings received is cool! but it's better to give
It tis' what it tis', Déjà Vu all over againnnnnnn
Servin' all you leeches n tic's, critcizin' what I write cause it's not in da box conformin!, wit da rest of, da lies dat you hid
Our coordinates right on course, Shine launch torpedoes
Ya dig?!
Supreme confidence at any table we sit, be back I'm goin' out to smoke me a cig
Let em' know!, we collect books n be dem spades dat never renege
Just tell it like it is cause da system is rigged

Shine
My pen sparks pain of our ancestral women n men
And niggaz still runnin' around like they "Mobsters" like Anthony
Quinn
What da hell?!, it's like cats addictive to sin
Truth Hurts!, when it finally sinks in
Sync it in to your skin
No one can walk in your shoes or been where you been
But I'm just tryna speak to you friend
In da end
Reality check!
We gon' have to die twice for our future seeds to suffice n begin
A major rift, shift continuum lines for change to hyper~extend

Y'all got skull fractures, hoodies blanket ya rim
Asleep on da block, cause nothin' seems to register in
Except dat false bravado currency you wield n you spend
Christ!, eye know da margin is slim
Like shady shadows dats behind Eminem, market yourselves when you Ken
Kan~iff's!, believe in ya self n let dat lead you to a positive trend
That's courtesy of my Wingman Gerald Green up in heaven,
Ascend!

"Ascend" by Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare       

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