

sonohittin rhymes hard like Pete Townshend's guitar forceful, thru my vocal chords. seek not i no damn reward just a tidal wave resounding, wall of sound surrounding never idle in my mind, not at times like this as we spit our grind, so remindingsono
but of what?
who cares, hone in on timing, no last thought resigning, back to the tangential train that always wanders unguiding, ungaining, advances on tracks
that trick your soundsystem, blasting us,
not lasting longer than this song
the power of word, penned spoken or sung young or old, you know it's strong


arosocially stigmatic, autocraticaro
enigma, stealin synthetic styles
and rhymes, allowing me to copy free while u wait, originally, coming to conclusions most genuinely achieved. relieved, i am, that proper english and grammar give way to the hammer of frequencies that pump 'n bump 'n move like speakers thieved and left to breed like leaves on summer trees


rationgasoline lines down the streetsration
in the summer heat feelin beat and briefly discreet, stealin meal tickets
complete with food stamps. seal the deal with the meat; beef pork & ham - mail it with poultry postage overnite. that's my jam,
with peanut butter ! that song's tite ! it rox my sox, butters my toast, leavin me feel like i feel like the most
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