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Date Posted: 15:06:48 04/22/02 Mon
Author: x-ecutioner
Subject: ..it's going down

It's goin' down
The rhythm projects 'round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-futureesque style
The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage

It's goin' down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now it's goin' down

Put it out for the world to see
outsiders and X-men to the 10th degree
Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax
It's goin' down
Put it out for the world to see

Put put put it up
And it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's goin' down

Once again it is
Composed - all together venomous
The four elements of natural force
Projected daily through the source
Everybody on board with this blend
The sword is
The mightiest is the weapons
Swinging right from the hand
The elevate of mental states
Long gone with the wind
To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends
It's going down
Stalence emulation readily
Trekking through the weaponry
Of the pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be
We invent the steadily
It's going down to sub-terrestrial high
I have the regiment that's calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the life to a stop.

{tangled tresses drape gently 'gainst muscled arc, hiding parts of she - beast's flesh. Strong features are softened slightly by the strings, dark pupils glaring from sockets. Small twins swivel in radar as jagged pinions tear at the terrain hungrily. Slender, toned extensions criss - cross with ground - eating gait, joints snappin' in rythm. Hind quarter's epidermis pulls and loosens as rear limbs reach foward, stringy muscle workin' hard over the rough land. The tall, threatening frame slinks past timber and rock, river and land in her treck. Hock kisser wrings at sides in a nonchalent attempt to rid herself o' six - legged pests. A slight dampness begins to form on arch and loins as she continues her trod, domineering gaze being thrown about warily. Mic jerks high suddenly, contacts rollin' as a flying beast steps in her path. Cat - like movements carry vixen onto a detour, steppin' into the clearance.
{alias}
x-ecutioner
{tale}
prime
{stain}
mocha
{get to know her}
bitch
{grace}
dame
{eye - pleaser}
coming soon
{passport}
It's goin' down
The rhythm projects 'round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-futureesque style
The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage

It's goin' down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now it's goin' down

Put it out for the world to see
outsiders and X-men to the 10th degree
Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax
It's goin' down
Put it out for the world to see

Put put put it up
And it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's goin' down

Once again it is
Composed - all together venomous
The four elements of natural force
Projected daily through the source
Everybody on board with this blend
The sword is
The mightiest is the weapons
Swinging right from the hand
The elevate of mental states
Long gone with the wind
To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends
It's going down
Stalence emulation readily
Trekking through the weaponry
Of the pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be
We invent the steadily
It's going down to sub-terrestrial high
I have the regiment that's calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the life to a stop.

{tangled tresses drape gently 'gainst muscled arc, hiding parts of she - beast's flesh. Strong features are softened slightly by the strings, dark pupils glaring from sockets. Small twins swivel in radar as jagged pinions tear at the terrain hungrily. Slender, toned extensions criss - cross with ground - eating gait, joints snappin' in rythm. Hind quarter's epidermis pulls and loosens as rear limbs reach foward, stringy muscle workin' hard over the rough land. The tall, threatening frame slinks past timber and rock, river and land in her treck. Hock kisser wrings at sides in a nonchalent attempt to rid herself o' six - legged pests. A slight dampness begins to form on arch and loins as she continues her trod, domineering gaze being thrown about warily. Mic jerks high suddenly, contacts rollin' as a flying beast steps in her path. Cat - like movements carry vixen onto a detour, steppin' into the clearance.
{alias}
x-ecutioner
{tale}
prime
{stain}
mocha
{get to know her}
bitch
{grace}
dame
{eye - pleaser}
coming soon
{passport}
see me

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crap. stupid me. it sucks, but whatever. -- Clare, 15:08:46 04/22/02 Mon