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Date Posted: 03:55:51 02/19/02 Tue
Author: chris tabor
Author Host/IP: 64-40-39-92.nocharge.com / 64.40.39.92
Subject: DRACO -"The Final Word"---Who?im sure you knew, but lemme spell it out "t-h-e w-h-i-t-e b-o-y"

im an insomniac,
everybody feel me comin back,
rampage like stolic alchoholics,
don juan like style as i remain brolic,
my rhymes is abstract like jackson pollack,
believe me i know what its like to be you,
when i was smoked up and had no intelligence i made due,
but now i can throw it on ya till ya face turns blue,
alone I could do it, but I got help from my crew,
now i put bitches ass in the sleugh,
tell me now am I through?,
i rhyme with flow & wisdom, unstoppable like an animal,
but blastin at me is weak shit, all it does is sound mechanical,
get down and dirty put my flows in manual,
everyday i produce this ish,
my rhymes seem to become annual,
ill go about,
writin some lyrics out,
piece these together,
im the lyric bender,
the word mender,
what u couldnt have done son,amazingly i render,
with this unbeleivable vocabulair splendor......

let me get in position for this strike, this rhyme reitaration,
flows so thick, paranoia builds and your left with a brain sensation,
devoid you of face value, son you just lost ya transaction,
my plan is simple, and leaves you with no satidfaction,
addin, subtractin mathematical terms, dont know ya fractions?
well lemme tell ya,
half of you dont add up to these flows,
a third of ya couldnt make it to the nearest shows,
and well the rest, lemme tell ya,
there on the street corner gettin busy cuz they my damn ho's....
artificial flavorin, cut out the procedures,
dyin in the streets with epileptic seizures,
the flows, they in my bones, and in my brain tissue,
motherfuckers cant be told and they become and issue,
an issue when left unresolved,
can lead to the streets gettin involved,
i came to flow, to show the master attitude,
you give me disrespect, no fucken gratitude,
but i dis thee, and lead down into another latitude,
horizontal and vertical, i leave you with vicissitudes,
i go swift, just like my lines,
and on my way out, i make ya spinal cord entwine,
rhythm--my devotion is divine,
contributism, my emotion is without mind........

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