Makeshift Message

Messages pattens of words

Exposed to you

Massaging brains puting across

A point of view

Let me explain the words of a master

Messenger messiah know marsupials

They could be also mammals

Enamels peeling

Of the ceiling

Need new poems to show

The many experience

Of one individual person

To explain a message

Fore mannered

To fit a whole nation

shit we wait so patient

Wating for reasonable explanations

The government will torment

Thier own fucking environment

Why lie and hide behind such

Trickie metaphors

I've decide to open mind

Is better for your peers

And their pores

Keep the clear

And informed when you perform

One receives an obligation

Sort of a weight on their shoulders

To speak messages

Truthful in a positive order

Not all eyes but some eyes

Just a handful eyes

And ears are on me

Internet access

Press the words on me

A little further than i would get

On my own two feet

So whose to speak the bullshit

Over these makeshift tracks

Not I called out Gandalf

With a staff full of lightning

Still exciting writing scriptures

For the grand children

I stand a building

A skyscraper

Take the lives

for the wife that may

Come later

Make my songs of lesser greater

Than contestants pagers

On MTV killing the mockingbird

Still talking words

With no message

Chorus:

The movement of mouth

Motion makeshift

Find something to talk about

Mental weight lift

Message find content

lessons don't rhyme nonsense

The essence of learning

Turn your tape into a project (2x)

Some folks just spit it out

Really don't give a fuck

Just because it takes me a week

For a tapes creation

Dosent mean it lacks sincerity

Or innovation

yes i do sound different

Than the last and thats the point

Time to blast off this earth

Give birth to abstractions of a man

Dwelling in this hellafied junkyard

Leaving you punks

Scared and banned

From this underground tape land

Take my hand

Talking about a wack fuck your raps

Is far from this man

I span my laps

To the grandfather time

As far as i can

for time waits for no man

Nothings gonna change

If me and you dont change

Somebodys gonna have two move up

Step up to the game

Te fiddler's being played

By the pigs

and the wolf is hungry

Bacons fried

Puling the wool over your eyes

So we should reach

Deep

Deep

Deep down

Extract all the weeds

Dont be clowns

We can make beleifs

Of these beats now

(Chorus 2x)

My final verse is this

To the crews out there

Who really speak

Dont dwell all the time

on weak emcees

Find a time to speak

And realitively leak

Information

To the hip-hop nation

Be patient

Our time is now

Along with style

Were the gracious host

Of the new mellenium

These tasteless jokes

About big dicks

And condiminiums

Wont amount to shit except

Maybe comfortable living

But fast living is fast

Taking in these fast times

Fast rhymes Making dollars

With no message is a sour grape

Steped on by us

Inelectually Stimulated folk

With no jokes

(Chorus 4x)