Hart N. Soul :

I fuse several syllables into a symphony of verbal anomalies
Where the mathematical calculations are mind boggling
And the probability that you could stick with me
Let alone get one similie
Is not likely
I 'm like lightning
Quick to ignite and even quicker to strike
Though I will strike twice
In order to ensure that I end the beat's life
It's like I back tracked over the track
To pick up the slack
And then blast back
With a verbal barrage
That when pieced together paints a collage
It's about time we gain an entourage
Cuz understand you underachievers underestimated the underdog with bets under the table
But now you see how my verbal's able
To execute or save you
Now watch as I overachieve on the beat to make you believe
That my verses have the power to conceal and decieve
You paupers about my mental blade
Which is sharper
And used for lyrical slaughter
So you watch in horror
As I chop and maim with maniacal laughter
I seperate, decimate, and desecrate your attempts to alliterate
Don't care if you're literate
Not just confidence; This time I'm beliigerent
Full of devious verbal intent
Which when spit
Will have you sent on a one way trip
To a mental comatose
Like you overdosed
Or just maybe over-dozed
Cuz your verses are tired and expired
But before you retire
I'll make sure you're fired
For failure to inspire
The audience with lyrical omnipotence
That they see fit
And my clairvoyance
Shows how much of an annoyance
You are in these moments
Of poetic improvement
So to further the movement
G.A. and Clinical Soul combine their diction
Our best decision
It's just our mental addiction
So my apologies
If my comraderies
Go over your head with metaphorical anthologies
You know what, on second though nevermind... We're not sorry!

The Clinican:

This is a story about a poet and the death of his scribe master
Master was shot from disasters of the blaster
Blaster was linked to traces of ignorance of da Ku Klux
Getting it in they were manipulated by eon’s flux of the bucks
And I ain’t talking about basketball but they game was as lame as the Bucks
Upchucking on his Chucks over the death of his master being chopped like a woodchuck
Poet became quite the contrary
Under new tutelage listening to the funkadelic sounds of new master chuck berry
As this paradox continued to unfold his thoughts became chemically endowed creating fumes deadlier than phosphorus
He was prosperous in equivocating his verbal superiority to that of a thesaurus
An anti Taurus taming the horns of stupidity with his matador cape of reflection propelling these Soldier Boyz chorus
Leaving them no choice but to stick with making beats as they hate on his lyrical skillz yet still they inadvertently just quotem like Norris
Horrendously lashing out at da kids authenticity
Society tried to throwem in the pile labeling him a miscellaneous extremity
It was riveting da way he was ripping these twigs leavingem dumbfounded at every gig
Imprisoning these sprigs right inside his conscious brig
Leaving their figs to dwindle to dat of a pig
As they got fat off his knowledge they were abolished by their own snobbish display taken from the clutches of Carlton and Braxton P. Hartnabrig
Getting back to da flow dat unleashed the force of his metabolic energy disrupting the equinox with the immeasurable power of Helios
A hyperbole pathologic da poet dared to be stupid taking risks based off the impulse and stimuli instilled from the adrenal lubido of Chev Chelios
Avenging the death of his master poet looked onward to do some damage to da commerical mainframe of hip hop sending its whack ass submissive whips to da corridor of da big dipper
Chipping away at the same chips that put a chip on da shoulders of the demented militant mind of Chip Hazard with his hacker chips of revolution
Enabling the simplified to eat his chips of thought making them quite chipper to his solution
Locking bull shit MC’s in subliminal reclusion
Bringing about its conclusion
With Clinical Souls and G.A poetic evolution

G.A:

i love the sense of making cents
ladies and gents take it all in, the lyrical sin
big grin on this child face,
leavin without a trace
bumpin the bass loud and clear
im over here bangin harder than two snares
flares shootin everywhere
like independence day
Clinical Souls and G.A. collabo
comin onto this piece like Rambo
leavin holes on the sheets like swiss cheese
bitch please we in these streets
causin murder
eliminating the brain capacity
of the mentally challenged writers
Ghost riding along like the rider
a lot of ya'll are have ghost writers
funny, plenty of comedy
havin Mother Goose gettin loose
on the sheets of these sheeps
cut off ya'll wool and blasting ya'll
with the damn tool
blast the damn hammer like Tim Allen
bash ya head with the damn mallet
cuttin ya hands off with the cleaver
got you shakin shiverin like ya got seizures
my capital features is a beast
a creature called the loch ness
unknown mystical creature
that'll deplete your known existence
resistance is delayin your doomsday

im a hot mess cuz i am blazin like a Cajun
im a cold mess cuz i stay frozen like yogurt
ima go hurt more weak minded individuals
that ridicule true talent
im the silent assassin
with a massive weapon
slitherin in the back woods like a serpent
about to play doctor surgeon
and remove your organs
and donate it to the real hungry artist
im the largest midget around
from the ground
you tall like Paul Bunyan
but still you couldn't reach my shoulder level
talkin like the devil as if im possessed
no just resurrected and comin correct
with the direct attack to your stadium
known as the cranium, handing him his brain
im a cannibal like Hannibal
i eats away the little knowledge
that you possesses
learning from these small lessons
isn't boosting up my attributes
im ready to get to my evolution
evolvin and become stronger
like your favorite Pokemon
better yet level up like a Sayain
i need that senzu bean
to get lean and mean and bulk up with muscle
like the Hulkster
you mustard(must've) been behind
please play ketchup and get the catsup
so i can serve you up these lyrical dishes
bon'appetite take a seat
as you feel the defeat of bein served
with the words flowin out like an ocean
i calls that floetry in motion
sit down my student and take notes
learn from the blazin Cajun G.A
the only blaze that can burn underwater
as i am featured on the drop
with Clinician Souls
i rolled over on this verse
as if i popped a pill
a filled you up like filling up a bitch
with the massive dick
tireless not yet
still going strong like i injected myself with
Viagra
but time is up
must slip off the sheets
and get into my sheets
beating the pussy meat
off of this broad lol!!

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