Dont stress it Ron,
You know the leaders roll "Solo"
i elevate lyrics on top like spacechip shuttle,
the beats retrace the level to fully understand,
exactly what i am as a human,
the unvierse bless with me with a curse,
the lyrics i embellish is a pure as the soil beneath the earth,
and as dope as i am i cant help but feel restricted,
i pick it up like tempo and lyrical foes i diminish,
but before i go i finish, with a slight change in action,
leave time for elevation and proceed with extra caution,
cause in this world dividing only the soul can do biding,
and if my time is infinite like immortal specimen,
i keep my rhymes focused in this holy regiment 

(freestyle by the way lol )

damn pro for a freestyle.  i can't freestyle off the top of my head yet, i'm not that good ha.

i'm young at heart and young at mind
growin old is clearly not a plan of mine
at least when i talk about the mentality
in my opinion it's about that passionate ability
the kind only found in the mind of the young
purity which many allow to go unsung
so right now i might be stressin
in due time raw&solo be impressin
the music world with true passion
cause the blood sweat tears will speak in natural fashion.

Solo made it clear and sincere to the point,
we enable every soul every head to the joints,
and i can give u reasons why we dope and for competitors i hope we dont dissapoint,
but its our time to shine,
its our time to glisten,
illuminating dark portal like light bright incision,
we keep it real realitiy,
with a touch of 3D technology to give u essentials.
coming on my mental,
the temple, withstands anytthing that u may throw,
my rhymes go through puberty so u know they shall grow
like the stem or the root or the truth in the booth,
im relentless on a mic stop the fright before fiasco hits ur lupe (loop)
we cool like refridgiator yet above the the temp of radiators,
so why hate when u can join us stop it haters,
we takin over like khaled beats and and wayne joints,
we keeps it real like non fiction so hate my brother whats the point?

yes that's right, no hate in sight
got no time to waste so why waste it on fights?
so many artists don't realize their own ego
it's just so played out i wonder where the talent goes
always with the fake stories to hype up their backgrounds
when in reality it's about musicality and that dope sound
im down with creativity and all the gangster ish
but be a role model for all the hip hop kids
cause when we're gone someone else holds up the tradition
plan it out today so it can be tomorrow's mission
with the direction hip hop's going now it'll just be forgotten
cause the influence today has been cashed out of rotten.

you should really join tak-kwon-do
no lie, you know what it's fo
man look at this boy solo
im the only guy he can follow
pikachu be tellin you that path is hollow
but dawg, can't you swollow?

kohmal out, representin

Thought I might add in:p

The universe is speaking, so listen
Feel the emotion, and let ur sweat glisten
Heat seekers run, Nuclear winters call
Death to all
Its about time that the cash started to flow
Like the Ganges river back in India calls
Spread out da dust, im a hit em, let em brush
Im taking a toll, collecting the fines
looking for god and searching for signs
death an inspiration, hollow tips the call
bullet proof vests, and sweat and blood for all
children being shot, guns recoiled to a brawl
thunder booming sticks, death for all
Im a catch up and run fast, duck deep and run past
Im telling it, as it is, no more Hip Hop and Rap
its revolutionary to the kids
create an atom bomb and plant in thier minds
watch the armageddon unfold mass murder on the rise
They keeping us waiting for death and drugs
holed in our closests, looking for a bang for a buck
Im like a simile, built like the infantry,
created as the holy ghost, risen as the holy pope,
looking for the catacomb
Jesus sleeps, now jesus walks

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my rhymes sometimes take a long time; its worth it in the end to have penned something that transcends instead of mimes...


im sorry but your life mirrors the life i never want to lead,
uncharacterized by strength from strife or collective objectivity,
runs skin deep in its light and positivity,
the realness in your life is subject to subjectivity,
enshrouded beneath your mask of im-always-happiness, but when i reminisce i felt a looming emtptiness.

there is too much you are hiding, not confiding in your friends, you cant test their breaks if they wont bend,
sitting across, all your cards under the table, im unable,
to relate with you or enable anything stable.
when i look in your eyes i see a mirage of all those things you wish you were,
a collage of imaginings where im just a voyeur
psychologically speaking, hiding is keeping, swimming under a defense with pride, where you dont try or have to actualize.

i know veiling who you are is a masquerade of intriguing,
but through the charade, the low vibration is what im perceiving, too grown to play games of make-believing,
im not feeling your rhythm,
theres so much you're not givin;
dull is not mysterious;
lack of experience does not make me curious,
skimming shallow waters truly feels delerious.
i wanna dive deeper to the core far from shore where its sweeter.
can you go deeper baby? deeper like silk* deeper than hes ever gone,
if you said yes, you're wrong, because you dont have a sword for my sheath,
only my man can handle this complexity thats beneath.
and i see what i stand for sifting through your hands
our friendship's persistancy for lack of intimacy's consistency like sand.


*reference to I Can Go Deep by Silk

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-synchronicity is gods way of remaining anonymous-

(sorry this is something i wrote along time ago, it was written before i knew you guys, so it isnt directed at you :-))

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penned this down in Accounting gonna finsih of the rest now. @BB very emo lyrics.

Im the verse of death, an apocalyse of truth
deadly marauder set to cause greif and undo
the ways of the reaper and cleaner are unknown
A genocide of a 1000 souls burning ever more
A decipher of code used to break the peace
Chaos, confusion reak from the feebly weak
An angel of decadance the father of vengenance
blessed with holy water watch as the dark dimishes
wings unfurling, spear dancing in a myrid of light
cresting above the ridge, battlecrys light the night

I was born into humility and taught not to give a fuck
Poverty an option i decided to open my options
raised like the infantry, built real rigid mentally
Im the messiah of the underground

....lost it

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powerful stuff ^^ genuine

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-synchronicity is gods way of remaining anonymous-

Found this is on my other hard drive, I  had written these back in high school so like 2-3 years ago.

Listeners, listen, it happens like this sometimes
One who gives their heart gives their life also
Someone who loves like that
Is dead
Come, and listen as well today
The story was that there was a young guy who was mad for a beauty
That beauty was one whose beauty was a famous story all around the world
The story is of these two
The youngster’s only wish and desire
Was that he finds the colours of love in that beauty
He didn’t know his naivety
To convince him was like trying to stop the river flowing
Why was it like this, for what reason?
Here it is
The story was that the intoxicating beauty had somebody else in her eyes and heart
That youngster’s dreams were bound to have a bad ending
The story of these broken dreams
Listeners, listen it happens this way sometimes
As much as one laughs, one must cry
Being in love that beauty, how she was fooled
Listen to it today
The story is that the man the innocent beauty loved was disloyal
Loving such an unfaithful she was only to suffer death at his hands
This tale of woes
What a murderer never understands
This is a crime that cannot be atoned
It is a mark that cannot be erased
It stays on the hands of the killer
When the beauty was being murdered
Someone reached her
But he was unable to save her
He cried on her body
The story is that the youngster who knows the murderer had returned
Life had destined that he too meet the shadow of death
This tale of births, deaths and miracles

I  dont know why i wrote it back again.....but here it is. Your comments.

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