It's Silent J Tha Quiet Poet. Nuff said.
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Peak #6,177
Peak in subgenre #3,630
Author
Silent J Tha Quiet Poet
Rights
2003
Uploaded
January 22, 2004
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Yes…breathe…stop. Think…clear. Think very, very clear.
(Yes…think very very clear!)
Clear…as crystals fallen to bloated missle guidance chips/
Hence forth scrawlin these vengeful words as Mitus grips…/
Stop…breathe…the swollen membrane of the lung collapses/
As the whistling wind churns…How long is this…? /
Spittin words of fire torched with anger and wince as my lip burns…/
Back stroke into the ever endless ocean, not a care in the world…/
Motion…/
But too much left to think about motion so I continue to push myself until my arms give out on and I sink slowly to the bottom struggling for one last breath…/
Motion…/
Breathe…(inhale)/
Last step into serenity cove my sanity goes slowly as the motion flows on/
Only the mystery of tomorrow brings hope to one solely/
For the benefit of having said he’d been there…/
And the gargoyles set ready to pounce/
On my every movement…/
So much is missed who am I and how did I get here…if you can answer that, I’ll give you a cookie…now what’s…my…purpose…? / (Yes…Think…very…very clear!)
What is it? /
To make you see that you are lost and I am here to help you find yourself/
The blind leading the near sited we’ll get there hope the silence helps…/
Hope the silence helps cause I’m not speaking again/
Which way did George go? His thoughts are leaking within…/
He’s seeking the end mausoleum telling stories hear the clink in his tin…/
Ok class…if you have 3 sticks in a barrel, one green, and two blue, what are your chances of pulling out the red one? Give up? Anyone? Oh well, class dismissed.
Snack time had to succumb to senseless stuffing of ones face until desire is no longer admissible…/
I am not afraid to speak yet I am the first to call out if I feel the need/
Heed these words…Leave this place intact and know that you are going back to the comforts of your homes with heaters and electric appliances/
We should all be so lucky…/
Isn’t it lovely how easily one can find sufficient data by the click of a button? /
But yet fools refuse to read literature passed down by ancestors this is our custom
you idiots pick up that book and read it until you grasp the meaning of these…words/
Listen…Hear the prepubescent hissing of the snake freshly hatched out of it’s shell/
And left to fend for itself…some would call this hell/
But personally I happen to be an opportunist so I would find myself compelled to sneak up behind that very same snake and have a hearty meal…where’d his mother go I’m still hungry, longing to feel the warm flow of blood on my flesh as I bite down ravenously/
Paradise…or at least the Ethiopians would certainly think so…/
Oh darn it, where did that blasted snake get off to…? /
The invisible man soaks up the sun rays basking in the twilight of his own zone combing his hair in a mirror/
Figure that one out and you will have great fortuitous luck at your command and you will be able to see the rest of this much, much clearer…/
By this time I’m sure that you have thought of some snide remark that you would like nothing more than to say to me/
But hold that thought…/
Listen until you can no longer hear the music in the background and start over again/
Try for once to not be a critic and simply appreciate the genius that you have just heard…/
Listen to every…single…breathtaking…word…/
And do please be a doll and try to have more than the attention span of a gnat this time…word/
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