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"D.eath o.r A.ssualt"
A ...Da Futurist Fort... and --->QUEENPIN OF THE INK PEN<--- Collaboration


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[FORT]

Death or Assault
breath spits concepts concrete gritty as asphalt
my fault its over kill
skills sticking to beats worse than apoxy
violence in verses
its a 1st in tag team schemes
with my homie Roxie

Queenpin

Show 'em how to rock frees





[ROXIE]

I make prose perculate
Punctually poetry permeates..
While y'all premeditate paragraphs that are pointless to punctuate.

Backwashed...Hand washed...Recycled rhetoric...
I eagerly embalm easels exhibiting excellent etiquette.

Ghetto gospel grinder that graffitti's grammar...
High maintenance hyberbolist hand delivering hotness via Haiku hammers...

Simply stated...I sedate stanzas...
Superbly sensual syllabless spill similar to Santana

...CARLOS THAT IS....
Mezmorizing metaphors meticulously manuvered like those guitar strings of his..

Listen to my life on repeat...
Lucifer-ific lullabies lead limiricks to leak...

Omnipotent onomatopoeia oncologist...
Bar beatin' brilliant braniac botonist...

I sow seeds of syllables sproutin syntax...
Cultivating concepts creating concrete conjunction cracks...

MEANING?: Wonderous words rightfully reign...
Whether whispering wisdom or inflicting melancholy migranes...

Erratic epiphanies engorge emotions....
Lingering linguistics lather layers like lotion...

Dismissing dry diction...purging pulp piction...
Forging forensics forever forgettin' folk fiction...

When it comes down to it...my pen blue enough to do it...
I red mark margin lines cuz the black bleeds 4 quarters to overtime...

I bruise white lined sheets cuz my concepts cut so deep...
My pen is far from monogamous that bitch loves to creep.
I fuck thesaurus thickness...deep throat verbs wit a quickness...
I weave within words coating context in a chrysalis...
I'ma beatbox butterfly, fleeting from the fables found where the pupils lie...
Dismissing every jealous guise cuz green is grossest color of all eyes...

I slay similies and soliloquies supporting sonnet violence...
I toast to the termination of your terminology...shhhh...moment of silence

  ...Da Futurist Fort...:

(Roxie) :

Death or Assault
breath spits concepts concrete gritty as asphalt
my fault its over kill
skills sticking to beats worse than epoxy
violence in verses
its a 1st in tag team schemes
with the D-A to the F-O-R-T

Yo Ritchie

Show'em how to rock frees
----------------------------------------------------------------
Shhhh....Need a moment of silence for this spittle

It's simple to swivel uncivil riddles
lacking little or no literal active exertion

tapping inked main veins
pen points bleeds profusely crimson letters squirting

loose leaf virgin pages hurting
deserting margins average imaginative minds flown

thoughts zoned latitudes above ground
landmines explode devastation blown

diss organs malpractice
no patience or patients

operating styles psychosomatic

the loquacious Metascript maker
break ankles automatic like the lakers vs. the magic

underground pounder

over dramatic thespians are hit like pedestrians in traffic

vehicular homicide bastard
broad siding

acting victims C-Ls like Mercedes symbols

so sorry for your loss
meat the killer serial

digging up dirt sheets its open book burials

catching conniption fits spitting shizo video clips

so visually
youtube myspace themes

no registration

subliminals nudely seen
like airbrushed sluts in big booby magazines

yeah I quilled Cosmo Queen
still seen flows

equivalent to hoes in cross color jeans

--butter baby in ciphers--

still questing on corners
rhymer sniper sidewinder lizard green

no gators

just suede timbs leather favored
size 12s stomps craters in 2nd winds

restate
anti respirator exasperator

--cancerous like Virginia slims--

gash grins hurt smirks
when pens squirt

outrageous haikus contagious

HA-CHOO

sneezing 17 syllables
ya'll are expendable experiments

EUREKA

I have a write to test you

the futurist is a duelist

past pugilistic
meaning in the nick of time

counterclockwise
I stab crews

since my inception
I typed inked weapons

it was a cinch like hefty

instead of right minded
blindsided pages

southpaw rages
punching bags a lefty

flows alcohol based

no chaser

Bacardi 151 flamed straight
no caffeine or bottled Pepsi

farhrenheit mics to hades degrees
--oh why the hell not--

burners written consistently

next level next planet next universe
damn mentalities uncharted galaxies

egotistic realistic eccentric
actually the rest are fair posers

posing vainly for vanity

Madonna drama Bahama bitches
laceration vacation stitches

its a holiday violently

allow me to break down trees
simply atomizing penciled paper

leave saps subatomically empty

elementary evidently
ideas speed in an excess of 1000 miles per millisecond

--unchecked--

even radar cant clock my velocity
Einstein minds stress out having seizures with cold sweats

--no regrets--

I'm hotter than swine flu fevers
popping mercury tops on barometer temp kits

suffering from acute verse virus indigenous
hocking vomit slimed spit

--no thermometer cough cough I'm too sick--

snap poetic prosthetics pathetic prose
flows flimsy as plastic save the background graphics

listen write with invisible ink
or come hard as granite

flame on --I'm 4 times mister fantastic

otherwise demise unrealized
I divide --conquering deflating rising prospects

like popping water balloons or cherries
enjoy an up & cumming fukked up bloody death

woo! concepts cut deep
butchers knives slicing prime beef

...kill the cow & bullshit...

get a horned sternum concussion
I'm not referring to the clear percussion of music

vile verbal harmful lethal ethanol
--want to get gassed up--

let me off load premium octane

light a match to you 'think tank' amateurs
now you can 'come-bust' into blue tinged 'pro-pain'

catch my drift or draft
wear NASA suits to feel my g force like shuttle astronauts

suckers duck for cover
like Sam Wickwickys father yelling aftershock, aftershock
rock earths orbit shaking the axis
I wrestle over turf with Zeus Thor Maximus & Atlas

flows fracture discs herniated spines columns twist
paraplegic foes just from my contorted spit

bolo blows never so-so solos
powered by bionics like Austin you mini-mes try to steal my mojo

mofos get disposed when I throw punch lines low
like Mike Tyson cheats throwing KO elbows

ok lets slow it down for average joes
I suppose their lyrics are morse code 12 point font typos

WOAH I go-go gift of gab gadgets
flipping fly fragments

so I'm a little postal on punk ass bozos

--I clown'em--

I'm a heavy paper weight
I'll stack & pound'em with 10s of thousands of zeros

wreck the housing off of nocturnal manuscripts
split full moon atoms --murderous lunatic

--damn tearing the roof off--

demolish the foundation the skies falling
gravitys my bitch

skull cavities mentally blinded by numerous multiplicity lines
parallel keeping balanced grinds

--eclipse shine--

its curtains the show must go on
I'm the elephant man of deformed rhymes

stop freaking provocative prose stay celibate
quit phonetic foreplay brain teasing intelligence

cells come up short by inches like football bring yards
I'll forward lateral offensive irrelevance

even embellishments excel

--weapon x marks the spot--
ripping mutations in battles I brandish

instruments which tear bones tendons
flesh mass in flash backs you'll be a memory

poof*
--forgotten gone vanished--

penned ingenious plots are Smithsonian remnants of the century
am I 1 in a million or is it a 1 & a million chance

I'm deviously sick witted

---0o0oh the humanity---

damn me like the Hoover
I angle the Bermuda Triangle

the straight sharp shooter at bulleyes

either way
its
DOA

no ones left alive

_________________FLATLINE__________________

...skull & crossbones sign...
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Date Submitted: Jul 22, 2009 (11:46 AM)
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  The Clinician
10/24/09 (12:25 AM) 
One of the illest collabos I\'ve ever heard. Dis shit is getting favored.

  Jody
07/30/09 (01:25 AM) 
what you guys really need to do is audio this... not fair, can't drop slick ish and type it! lol, kudos guys.

  Soul Lyrikal
07/29/09 (05:26 PM) 
I shall not fuck with this toe-tag team...phenominally fire setting type energy in each and every line...Collab~ulous!!!!

  Miss Unique
07/29/09 (02:54 AM) 
Wow, not only is your flow smooth, your vocabulary on point, but your alliteration is C-R-A-Z-Y. You slaughtered that poem. Amazing. Keep doing you. I look forward to reading more.

  bigmo
07/28/09 (04:07 PM) 
This is blazin!!!! wonderful flows! i'm really diggin the alliteration and just the way this piece hits so hard. excellent work you two. this is tha shit!!!

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