head space

prefered u ill prepared

not here in styles suggested
filed order
(that wants to)
make u unload
while im beeming loading
ceiling
see-men

whilst im attempting to slow this figured
porch seat
torched u an all loyalty of stories left in the trash
go get ya ride
to death is this
or
nothing
bitch

can be said

of this skill in its real lit up stance
eluminated
spark
plug into this  


stallin coz of a onlooka
bank booker
backed
up on
the wall
beating u and vision

not bailing to far
fast beat'n throbn coz of bass rushing this case

sayin what i want where it fits
yep u fit
presicion

{{{}}}push

up to get low
style
is better than
nothing going on

so fuck away with my find
bak up
im on

listen
up
style worse than u

so u mutha fucker walk bakwards
let there b a space in my head left for this  pleasure
fear
flight feather
 pleased
light weight
droped back
7 bits

boots are on
my time is going

the rest of u
step down
give me a breather
men
dem dammed
in timed
lacked
locked
jawd s of life
cut the call

just for this to become
as clear as white paper be
with an opposite pace
as opaque

nothing going on
 of the moment)

surging
not so
found
still status
mussed up
muscled into ya lap

it is a trapulating
captivated flip
is all ya heads
in space between

drawn down

with ur maturity
sidelined tracking ya behind
diad head mind styled


the way i walk un lacking
 lapping
got u looking like there aint no possible way
 eyes look up
jus aint a value
yet u should explore
further than lusting
after mine
signed
pic



this is sumthing to be threw on
thown on
that
on
lines on my box

beat throb abnormalld think
this paper is no longer blank shot and white
signing ya face with my taste
deliciously
dippt it



extendined sentanceing
now i c whats up in arms

cant part this placement and u as a task

markers on

blinded and blown
past this u
 fecket up kid stance
look up whats in my mind
more than the sex on lined

lines wooden pegs
holding the clothing off my back up



bent over
shot passt

missed the spot on my arse
aims out the fuckn window
climbing limbs
banded and branded

i aint

flat on my back
only for this will i lie down
beyond bald balliks

lik ass
sticker
stuck to far out long
not wrong tho
put that stamp on ur head
for postage nd well delivered kinds
posted
peachy
lyrical
confusion aint my care
over
the depth of years
poetic pales full to the brim
milk
pour it onto my skin

bareing
honest dancing
it on ya muther fucking
bastard
boxed up yup im ya slut

urban angles

turned taped into reacted
smokin break
not brokn
yet need anuthe blunt u
baged up bleeding worth
never more than my talented line
mind word
smokn too well

its called my styled spell
upon u fooling fortress
i am able capable of climbing over the moment
to be aware of more for this

lie back
take away ur dieing sty
u been rolling round too long
new
home
based
zone
coded

numbers

snaped
flash back
lookin on im still a freak for that bit
so screwd up thrown in to the cage


percenting a proportion of a vaild presented muni makeing words wrangling
weeds  taking over the garden u have let go too late they gone

ill be ya killa
poisend is ya head fuck
toxic is style
mouth

adicted in my chains
unleashing
my tame
game'd
diein

done deal for now
u out get in this
too
knotch not many
39
36
marker

knock knock knock
red lined
language


lostmylay
to lyrical binds

fuck edit
that took ages to read
a closed book
emotional hook



i dont mean to bleem rudeness

sweet
 knees up in u fuckn butt

and then the music stops

then on

livin life under the southern stars
with ya
breather

not stances on upside down crossed
legged haged
dead
episodes
of the same progamme
its getting funny

freaked
ok


empty nothings slaying staines
of inspiration left in  my head

bye to that
so go fuck a toy
away u go

id buy me in
jus to avoid
think
nasty thoughts ive got
enuf of a nasty talk
all at the same time as i stalk my own stalker
tango
dance dwaned
twained twisted up

bout satan evil devils apparent reputation
u cunts is as the hell bound kept
keepers are good jus like u




keep going on ur path and ur going straight down
specially if u forget to pick up this talent
sinner  suckers
lollie pops and bread
bitch plead ur days of taste blood bathes
company will be there in case that be where i too end up

joining hands of miss mary and lucy lunaticed bitch bit

gloss'n fightn to be rebeliving
i aint letting my life find hell during this life
thats whats been and gone


not like a mag dala life

style burning tags on u palms

doors named a bells ring as u arrive in the depths dungions
duck taped trap shut mutt
twice liced gut

legs cut rupped



done



deceptive tangents

head dont stay on one worth in one day pain

fuck that boring smak

mouthed out

done