Spex - Random lines from a random mind

Spex - Random lines from a random mind

Time is stopped in writers block and I'm sick and tired 'cause
Timing got me rhyming like any other average fuck

I love that blockage!

I like to lick the last drop of ink off a cup
"Cheers mate, long time no see, bottom's up!"
Even lick the ink from my cheeks
My friends and I drink like ten bottles each
to pass out and wake up hungover, like what?

Like
Lingual lingo's
Filled up with spiritual insults
and minimal windows leading to insanity
Twitched to a reality filled with ritual pin up pictures
A fiend of complexities
Words and similes, grimy biz
Dime sized computerchips, energetically
Filled inside crystalised.. electricities

See, it don't mean shiie
Can't mean shiie
Shiie without a meaning, nah, it can mean shiie
It's all in the eye of the beholder
But ya'll so halfassed and stupid I better unfold it
In parallels, similes, it's ridiculous

Nah, it's straight out pitiful
Ode to whoever figures it out
Ode to whoever is fooled to claim the lingo is found
No, there's no meaning with it
Everything's hoax, I never put no feeling's in it
Whoa's just a part of my evil gimmick, feeble image, well
It really isn't.. only said to confirm the point that
Litteral, every single sentence has been a verbal joke
Lowlifes couldn't even realise the obvious
Recycled rhymes ain't progress, it's too monoton, 'cause
Even if all these shitwriters fall for your tricks
Another won't, shiie, honestly bitch
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Same shit keeps being recycled, fuck it, I'm tired

YEAH! It's turning ninety degrees
Every line is like these, triple timing the steeze
Amateurs panic and scream, 'cause when the
Hour struck time is fucked, yeah, so I'm out of here, peace!

Death Monk' and Skittles, two trenchcoated figures
Best friends with coke and mirrors, tin coated liquor
Straight off the hizzle;
Dresscode is wicked like Pet Shop Boys singing Ketchup songs
So peeps hold yo snicker's
Spitting lingual lingos filled with spiritual insults
Some may hate 'em, go as far as call 'em ridiclous
Now that's a pit'ful..

I was raised by the wolf pack, trapped in the jungle
With the leader on my back and bandana 'round my bundle
A hard reality full of baboons packin' thunder
And ape crews gainin' muscle for what they lack in their hustle
Taught that life and death is like one in this sunder
'Cause fleein' death is vital to survive this monster
Strolling the territories, I got my mind on my hunger
Of gainin' skills and respect in this mindless of rumbles
Like every true hunter, I read history in every broken branch
Following the holy path of any pray roaming 'round
You need to know the sound of echoes thumblin' down
The humble ground, 'cause the center of jungle town's
Filled with tigers, cats, bears and violent rats
Rhinos, bats, lions, ants, best to leave your silent tracks
With an eye behind your back
Or your final act will prolly leave your spinal tapped

College for knowledge? I'm out hunting grades
Sense ain't from school, it's something you grow up with
Get stuck with, natural intelligence
Sorting out the vitals from what is irrelevent