5/18 ctd: Egg, land-ho, triple double, reuben, acronym, thames, metropolis, campus

Somewhere between spittin fire hot as flames and flowing fluidly like the Thames, your boy steve hawk remains statistically in the game/ my aim, clocks triple doubles mc's in trouble start attacking 'em, spit at a cat and backflip him lifespan shortened like an acronym/ abbreviate the fake till we alleviate the hate, looking for the big man on campus your boy stevie take the cake/ a tangled web we weave and make in this metropolis and i promise this, only the very best of lyrics will ever pass through my esophogus/I want to diss-the world but my glass house sponsored by Steuben, you know you're in love with foodwhen you'd put anything on a Reuben/ includin- a fried egg, a pickle and , damn yo! I just rapped myself onto an island now I'm screaming 'land ho!'...     

5/5 seas vs. lakes

I don't know what type of Erie shit that you're on but I paint pictures with cans of duron, throwing Salton my game and you'll be found Dead in lake Huron/ been reigning Superior from Michigan to the Baltics, roll with a small crew but we're all pricks, drug addicts and alcoholics/ even in Ontario they feelin us everywhere we go, no ones Black as my man Red worldwide across the barrio...!    

4/28 don't talk to aliens...

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/science/space/article7107207.ece

In the continuum of space and time I learned how to lace a rhyme, travel to distant galaxies lookin for cats to battle me/ what baffles me, actually, is that when analyzed mathematically, thinking our solar system stands alone happens to be not even close to reality/ a fallacy! What's even better if you read thru stephen's letter is that these life forms might be beyond our reasoning level or whatever/ nevermind, in due time all our questions will be answered, stephen hawk said not to talk to aliens I trust that man's word!       

4/27 come fly with me...

Rhymin's the final Frontier on the Continental US, sharpen my pencil reduce stress, lately proven use-less/ a new quest got these Virgins smelling like teen Spirit, so we present a United front and hit 'em with those clean lyrics/ I'm headed south by Southwest toward the Mississippi Delta, touch down seek out shelter coppin weight opposite welter/ melt yer face, I'm true Blue rippin rhymes off my queue, screw you if you think they can do it like I do!

4/14 ctd: graffiti, pinstripes, memory card, Louisiana, rainbow, wicked, wizard, hardwood, Hoover, anticipation, foreshadow

This wicked word wizard jacked the gold from the rainbow, navy blue wallabees with a pinstriped kangol/ get graphic as graffiti type artistry would you pardon me, last party in Louisiana wish I packed a memory card with me/. I'm heartily, started anticipation set for battle, taken heads while my foreskin still casting a foreshadow/ that'll get most chicks wet as a dam suckin like Hoover, moving up and down the hardwood with them loose lipped maneuvers...

4/7 food...

This is food for thought get a plate, reservations set a date, Ima set the record straight appetite like I ain't ate/ upped my weight, stayed the nicest breathed into that which was lifeless, these days to understand nutrition is to master literary devices/ it's an agricultural crisis corporates redefined 'natural', oil and gas to push cargo so this winter I can have apples?/ yet I'm the asshole- I just want what's in season for good reason, heed the words step in my shoes and you can walk and talk like Stephen/ now we eatin! Speaking of my hunger most'll wonder how a fucking cucumber wakes one from slumber feeling younger/ the answer's under your nose just head south to the mouth, the type of food that goes in effects the rhymes that come out.. 

2/8-?

Please patiently endure this indefinite hiatus as we work on the new project(s). We will try to post occasionally, possibly once a week?, with some new.
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