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".Corner Cipher."
  by ...Da Futurist Fort...




A behemoth beast
released
never go easy with it

meticulous seamless techniques defeat
monster mantra speech
heat seek malicious feats

if letters were numbers
I’d still kill with well calculated digits

the murder server
to serve ya
main courses of course -it’s
insane psychosomatic forces

remorseless

need a code
SOS morse-it’s
automatic
smash lames as recorders record hits

sadism statistics
labyrinth looney alliteration sadistic
revenge vocab binge
so bear witness

citizens cringe
driving too swift
lyric acceleration fits

throwing fools through windshields
so feel my dynamic anger drift

cliff hanger suspense
I don’t repent
not apologetic

you want sugar scribes
then
subscribe to diabetics

I set it

straight
don’t procrastinate
assassinate
lethal injection pens
no syringe
poison pathetics

Its academic

I bet its slowing down systemics
when I come around
gimmicks & mimics finished

critics silenced
quiet sounds
doubts diminished

never by accident
I axe chin splints
split & dent

lacerate cartilage
limitless contusions
concussions
try a therapeutic discussion with the clinic

damn I fascinate
my own cognitive consciousness

quicksand thoughts
could swallow whole continents

ideas are black holes
mind state ate ‘state lines’
my stomach plummets
no borders its bottomless

need gps satellites
to follow my mental coordinates
it’s effortless

right

yes from fortunate the futurist

presently insane not likely
slightly cynical
highly reckless
criminal sentinel
with minimal consequence

for rash actions
rage acting

flows hearing impaired
check the ticker
I provided space for closed captions

sicker than that jack sprat captain
brains hair triggered
metaphors c4
go ahead start a chain reaction

abandon cannons
victims scrambling
my momentum gathers pace
way beyond steering or handling

uncontrollable quantum quotables
leap in front of the horns
& get a ‘cinco de mayo’ by the cows alpha male

no bull

never pull
subliminal punches-- jabs
guts stabbed sliced experiments in a lab
the ‘legend’ rats them out

lady luck (lucked out)

I’m shady (blacked out)

can’t fade me (clippers out)

rhymes are acid vacays

hell yeah they’re tripping out

left users in a hollow daze on abuser holidays
found maneuvered escapist ways
now they’re stranded on zantax routes

vanished like desert droughts
take advantage from a point of vantage
none can manage or figure out

understand

Son stand
under my thunder -man

writing hurricane twisters
its exciting lighting
blistering solar power in the palms of my hand

listen scram

like danger room holograms
you’re spotted like a x man
I’ve plotted rock solid complex plans

this strangers looms over buffoons
like jigsaw hexed hooks
in asylum chambers
it’s a tortuous shameless diagram

compacting diaphragms
like bulldozers tracking dirt over land

your whole styles drunk
lay off the 20 oz beer cans

punks can’t drive hard

I’m the G.O.A.T.

&

that abbreviation doesn’t stand
for a caravan
made by dodge ram

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Date Submitted: May 23, 2009 (03:19 PM)
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comment icon  COMMENTS (5)
  K.A.S. THE LYR...
07/22/09 (08:46 PM) 
you have a style of own and you seem to have mastered it...."meticulous seamless techniques defeat monster mantra speech heat seek malicious feats".......powerful use of words

  mariposa
05/26/09 (06:49 AM) 
yup, different and original, with the ritchie flair to it... awesome!

  jamiah
05/25/09 (07:10 AM) 
Man this is the type of shit I been missing!

  Jody
05/23/09 (07:21 PM) 
some real sick lines/tight flow... would love to hear this soulcast...

  STYLES C.
05/23/09 (03:46 PM) 
This is just what the doctor ordered ... Eight pints of this and a pen... Dope shit

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