Channel Surfing

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    Channel Surfing

    Back at it~
    Stillmatic~
    Illa than illmatic~
    God's favorite, I knew it was a chick, in with the madness~
    Solitary~
    Solemn lines that scare me~
    Unable to face the crowd,beaten across the brow~
    You will never understand ~
    Beware of the hidden hand~
    It's a cold world ~
    Every body looking to shuck the oyster with the pearl~
    It's Empty~
    Concrete beats ease the savage beast within me~
    Smoke rises from the chimney,invades the hearts and minds of many~
    Too serious,No time to parlay~
    Bullshit clogg your arteries like Parkay~
    He used to be the man in his Hay day~
    Now we laugh like"there go Ray-Ray" doing the dope phen dance ~
    Up top Down South its all the same~
    bricks meet clay just enhance the game~
    All the players are lame ~
    You can be whoever you want to be~
    Sow your royal oats and get fly like me~
    Weather man said it was going to pour~
    So I move like Neyo between raindrops to even the score~
    Matrix Unloaded ,unplugged ,undone~
    It nothing new under the sun~

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    TheLastPoet commented on Channel Surfing

    03-29-2009

    you are a true lyricist

    WordSlinger commented on Channel Surfing

    03-28-2009

    I like these lines, Weather man said it was going to pour~ So I move like Neyo between raindrops to even the score I agve this an (8)

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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