Raps (ody)

Hello hello, here are some bars i've written for an ep called action which has all beats on it and that (and will be finished soon hopefully).

Pens run for safety

I spit with last 20 minutes of akira type intensity/I wasn't meant to be, noticed frowns when they mentioned me/grounded like a centipede, a billion PC's mental speed/smashing fallacies I dash through the galaxies/ I walk home puff some green, spy some tags, drag some feet/medusa stare as meatheads lumber down StMary's street/stay bored of all of it, ought to take a torch to it/raw lyrics in your coordinates: subtle swords we spit insubordinate/ think you've got me figured but you never will/ Ill Bill Bailey, pens run for safety/ vacate the pavements, crave open spaces, i'm drowning in leaves staring skyward in a green field/ I float on a cloud bleeding snow from a severed head, dropping burninig bibles onto church spires/ anti eveything, negi view like a dark room/harpoon your minds eye, pass through a passer by/ rap's Harvey Pekar: my day jobs are boring me, spawning these ideas til early in the morning we/ pace in different rhythms its all sweet like the cinnamon: subtle saboteur pouring poison in the winners pool/ I bootleg creation selling copies for a fiver still tread that fine line between slacker and skiver/ McGuyver mind: I build mics out of broken stuff, your token tough guy style is just a total bluff/ I give a fuck if its wrong I still write on: headstrong kid, I get a grip like a python/ style like wildlife: the wolf in the woods, hoods up mission I move quick like stolen goods/ Its stowaway the brains of the operation: white collar slave labour, sci-fi fight with lightsabre/ high profile spy caper/ frasier caned cranium danger! 5 mile wide rhyme skyscraper/ were talking last 20 minutes of akira type intensity/ stowaway, line one sick rhyme dispensary, frown when they mention me/ I cause tension cause i'm getting to em mentally.


Not sleeping much

Some summer in the garden of eden, loving sleep-ins while others huddle in the streets where its freezing/ some starving and needing it hardly seems equal: some overeat some can't feed their people/ from prequel to sequel we swallow it whole while they creep over people to reach for their goals/ smile for the camera/ in their eyes your a gang, they've got all angles covered: close work with closed circuits, keeping you nervous/ no blurring of your personage they record it and store it/ the same way I do a verse its disturbing, apalling/ Not taking any I D they're giving see/ skin deep microchip to digitally reference me? nah/ a whole industry made to take liberties, the front lines your privacy: listen please!/ its just the truth I say to get it off my mind like toupes: the message for your brain check out the lines with x-rays/ I'm sayin i'm tired and wired simultaneous, straining just to lose touch with conciousness, i've tried eating snacks, reading stuff and smoking out, but how can I relax when theres so much to think about, think now/ sleeps fashionably late so i'm waiting and wondering, just like pondering: do I analyse too much or other people not enough? don't they realise that people's lives have run amok and things are fucked?/ sleeps fashionably late, again, so i'm wondering, stuck pondering: am I looking too close up or just not sucked in by the bluff?/ cause it seems like were stuck/ and its not too hard to see if you ask me, its not too hard to see if you ask me, its not too hard to see if you ask me/ its not too hard to see if you ask.