Creativity...v originality
"Creativity lies in change for it is change that we live for and change that makes life meaningful to all of us... "
Unlocking unplugging from the big greeen matric machine. Yep from the wireless storm of superdrug and sony to the freshly tarred surfaces of the tooting blakenham extreme downhill. With songs of sublime swimming through the thoughts of music and rhyme, busting lyrically, carving the space of time. Freeze frame. Hold, grab touch the ground, lean back feel the flow, wheels, wood, roads and the stretch of time, waving hands to Maxi faithless spree, causing havoc, superdrug, you and me, yes that’s what I am talking about yep the truth the life and the big shout out, from the bellow of hades and the call of man, cometh de-evolution and clicks of the san. African souls bled dry to the bone, ready waiting for Loves new throne, in the passion of fire and the stream trap of fame, cometh reality, life, monopoly, risk just like a game. Fusion of worlds and religions steeped deep in time, unfolding the dark ages of Africa and the South. New world freedom, straight from the horses mouth. Trankeian rebirth from the lands of Kidds beach, struggle and culture and finding of feet yep that’s where I doth cometh from, land of yeah old land of ancient lore, finding greater mysteries in lifes oldest of chore… complexity of systems and wires unfold, enveloping the earth, from fires and smoke to electrical blue vibration, where to know does the civilization elvove, does it not revolve round the sun, who why where have us humanoids begun…
"Creativity lies in change for it is change that we live for and change that makes life meaningful to all of us... "
Staring at the sun the tongues of flamed finitely flick under my ear
I twitch and touch, kneel and stroke as the daily banter takes a poke
Churning twisting and turning out of the big smoke the children yearning
Adults gurning the sound of another party under the ground, stemming
Through the cobblers streets, balls are dribbled and faces scribbled, the
Rhythm moves through the dancers feet indiscreet to the pounding returning
Beating the breaking dancing feet in the smoky hazy heat…
Rivers show the water flows the plants grow showing the naked bodies
As their colours begin to show that inner glow the brother enters
Whitest snow fallen flakes real sex takes the bass unfolding the
Stars naked delight taking photo snap delight…
Yeah I want IT
Yeah I want MORE
Yeah I want IT
Yeah its LORE….
theatre what I mean that is the typing m,aching so before I begin i will tell you straight
this is no rhyme of hip hop undercurrent theme this is a twisted hymn
yeah baby spun by you me and him
(pause break. guy playing playstation against the comp, Chelsea v Bolton but no one playing for Chelsea)
computer is confused, commentary knowlegable! wize, questionable.
Shit the halves are way to long, better re adjust the min per half…. otherwise the DNA will unravel… revel twist and shout….do it… gonna take your mamma out tonight… baby you’re a full grown man
It’s a struggle livin like a good boy oughta…
by
J the WizKARD
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