Shoot-out

By Azadidome

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This a shout out of my brain

A breeze brushes out of my mouth

Nautical miles ahead of the north star

It flys skys of

Canvases of silence stain

Inking the vase of yo brain

Pellets through pallets of time

Pain with colors of thoughts

Murmurs noted together feathers of letters

On the birds of my words

Surds unrootable noddin' floatin' flyin'

Into the paper

Taper choking emptiness Poison Pen

And Poisonous poets

Reveal, the Common pen while

I'm penning huriye kalimate

On to yo brain like Janaid Atlaf

Quiet carefully, like a grandma makin'

Tarts sweet like Mavado

More fragile than Lupe

Preventin' a fiasco like you retards

Mirrorin' Wiz Khalifa

A loaf of my words warming

A new start art lookin'

Out yo window wailing wadding wadis

Of wishes

Like a non-materialistic widow in MC Kash's piece

Through the peace of materialism sparks a

Fo-fo for freedom forming filtering of

The sponge with dungeons of photons

Allowing the sun rise above into yo eyes

Ice, ice-cold cold carefully crafted calculatedly

Out of the windows of my words like Dead Prez

Presidential posh hip-hop delicacy

On the platter of silence lens Killah Pirest's

Words

MyVerse so warm, that I freeze yo ears

And eyes, 6 n the morning like ice-t and ice-cube

Jus to shine in the flashlight of the

5th element of hip hop from the rage against the machine

Floating through Tech N9ne into a sniper, Public Enemy

The rap olympics, E-ric B and Rakim in MC Square

In the toilet, my

Mind don't mine Playboy magazines

Focused like KRS

The only one that mines the magazines

Reading out anarchy in XP with

X-rays of x-thoughts

Ass liberation, filling in feeding my rhyme

Like Krazy Race racin rime chime in real

Time flakes. Flicks

In steal that can be shared but not

Sold like Chali 2na

Fishy capitalists niggas altering

To alter me to the dow jones, altar like Viper Records

Slithering main line of lions

Lionized revolutionaries in hip hoppers

Hard, to enter the center

Of his attic underneath

Neatly his mane, Hasan Salaam

Man, he not cold

But still won't fold and

Mold

And ass to our colors

Turfs of lyrical nerds

Disheartening, he hurt us

Pulls out bulls of earthing red pills

Loud Killer Mike like Ill Bill

Sick, Ill Citizen passport breeding

Martyrs and revolutionaries and lyricists

A stable staple complex carbohydrate

Kam, but no Kim

No Kanye West ass Kweli, Talib Kweli

And Mos Def connection, a Black Star

Like Westside Connection

A Klishnikov like Fred Hampton

Original male, melody for our blinding

Malady like Crooked I

Infectious vaccination, tall E.T like

Tall Paul. Paris style Styles of Beyond

No faggots in his mind like Vinnie Paz

Sauce cutting sweet taste, large tasters like Chino XL

Professor Griff, wat grief

His eyes don't animate

On Christmas. No Nicki Minaj

Ho ho ho down the chimney

Cannot use his piece of a lap dancin' theme song

Need to control his ass, no thongs

Yeah, eyes like Che

A demon caring Welfare Poet

Givin' me a headache like pumpkinhead

In the waves

No radio like Radio Rahim, all day

Rebeal diaz, break the star like Breaksar

No profits made form his brain

Like Imam Husain

Through our chambers

Physicists, monkeyin' over kinematics

Lost in a mirage right above like Fatima

Poeticized speech prophet caged immune from d-grades

Like sidegrave like Maqbool Bhat

Bad armored thoughts, Agent of Change

Chanin' the environment like Marcus Garvey

Like a knight

Through the night

Blurs through Robin Hood

Through the hood

Mist missed the moon

Blurs ashamed running' on Highway 61

Act 61 like Chuck D in rites niggas like you

Write more than a psycho

Lynchin' daily X on the KKK

Cross the burnin' cross

I reply, I write daily like its my rite

No UN necessary like I'm Sisi

Smile, with rap rhetoric censoring o more moors

I'm Big Daddy Kane

The elite, utopia delighted to put an X

On my name, professionally like I'm Malcolm or Jasiri

Cause I be a be buzzin' in they

Orchard chart of my heart, Zayd Malik like Mohammd Muneem

Past due my birthday

Be Jashn-e-azadi, for various niggas

Yeah, yai hai khun hai shahida cause

Its dilated peoples like Savage Family

We got 2 work together like Ant Lok

Use your Logic to see its relative

Lowkey, A Tribe called Quest

When worst comes 2 worst

Words be right there checklist

Writ in alarm clock music

For inspiration nation

Cradles of civilizations heart hurt

Under the earth. Like the factions of

Slayers of 2Pac's heart

Dey, got heart stoppers to close the door of conscious

But asses couldn't wipe out lyricism

Stopper from the floor of

Hip hop hoping the hope

In hip-hopin hops like Scott La Rock's voice

Noise sops the tears

Dam, my words a ward to the oppressed

Yet still sharp shaft shin in'

Into yo eyes

Cold they said good niggas

Die young than I bleed blood

Than 2Pac's age is where I lay at

Drunk from y rhymes

Into the waves like the bedouins with Muhammad

Smugglin' rings of sound to

Yo ears underground song like aadvard

Renegade Viet Cong tunnelin'

Mind arms like octopus's hands

The Immortal Technique like Guerrilla Warfare

Shared mechanically stressed the stubble

Travels marxed through linen like a Keinan

Through the mind beats like Sun Tzu

Son, like my mind engaged my gage

Knits itself into reality like Morphius

Beyonce and Jay-Z out of the gluteus maximus of

Illusion like a red pill

Bills fill my mind with death

Neva possible my down fall on the

Waterfall of life that

Be impossible like me getting sidetracked

To the sidetracks of life

This no Nike promotion

Can't apologize for death cause

I ain't LeBron James

I'm no pussy

So I don't get 9 lives