The Mental Discovery

The Mental Discovery

I found my passion in writing that's my discovery. I take no prisoners, all the mm's in your pockets won't help. There's still no recovery. Relapsed to overdosing on the lyrics, so wave bye to your future since your brain is fried and your dreams are history. My pen is the illest and the ink is the sickness so the death of the competition has no mystery. Just dramatic, a novel filled with obituaries. I can't stop pushing envelope its habitual. They're always adding sanctions to my pen, its named the sanctuary. Rest in peace to the competition, stone age thoughts leave you buried in the cemetery. Discovered the cure for my pen, yet the lyrics allow me to become a visionary. No blinders on, just an eyeless dictionary. Just playing pictionary so the blind man can see. Open your mind and your eyes will be free. Writing is the braille for the masses and y'all get the lessons from me. No excuses, there's no reason for self stupidity. I explored myself and discovered me. I have too much passion to be apathetic. No feelings for the losers so I can't be sympathetic. I found desire by discovering my ambition. Ya dig, failure isn't copacetic. On a road to misery and its with no company that's straight pathetic. I tasted passion and my ambitions won't allow me be anything but epic. I searched for freedom and discover the ability to choose. Knowledge is freedom and my knowledge arsenal is incredible, I can't lose. No time to snooze, just finding mental freedom in an unconscious state. The strengths and weaknesses contrast in a conscious debate. An expedition of fear allow you to notice that bravery lies on the other side of the gate. Unleash your bravery to discover you and you'll find the fire inside you. Its a burning desire. Adaptation, my versatility comes in different hues. Yeah, rewarded for the recovery, freedom of my mind was my discovery. If your mind isn't free, then there's no recovery.

Word Combat

Word Combat

The bar compositions are misleading like getting the wrong directions. Yea the skateboard flow since I grind hard while striving for perfection. The verses are armor piercing so my pen writes with hollow points therefore, you're going to need protection. Hip in and ride with me... My vim is dip in Teflon which makes the persona bullet proof. My word artillery reputation proceeds itself, every time I go back to the grindatory I put holes in the booth. I'm always shooting you the facts like tray four on the Celtics, now call my flow the truth. Its nunchuck penmanship as the metaphors twist and turn your mental. I'm novelist now decode DE Vvinnci's work while my transcriptions are etched in your subliminal. Sublimely surfing your brain waves while my darts are playing target practice. Its the prickly flow which leaves spikes in your thoughts like spikes on a cactus. The missiles I spit are heat seeking for the haters and the missiles give them the chills when they hit meet at the northern top of an atlas. Verbal abuse I give it with no retaliation, no responses please to save your humiliation. You guys have that narcoleptic flow its bedtime like laying on a mattress. Fake dudes and fake females, actor or actress...? I give you grenade bars with no practice. Rubix cubely launching an array of colorful bars. Scorch and scold leaving third degree burns, my thoughts cut and stick like ninja stars. Astronomically abstract, acapella bars with gravitational power, keeping people grounded from a far. Call it unearthly, the fiends call it the red rock because my origin is from mars. The body count continues to grow but they can't convict because my pen is outta this world. Consistently levitating above people's heads since my thoughts stay in the clouds. Constantly changing the verbal artillery, my word onslaught echoes loud. Game over, I spray you insects with that black flag. RIP haters, my pen illustrates your body bags.

Imagination

Imagination

Imagining if my imagination was different, if my imagination was different, would it make a difference.... My life is different since I differs from my imagination. Artistry is mixed in with my solitude therefore visuals fill my procrastination. Creative restrictions and barriers just add fuel to my agitation. Lack of mental creativity breeds my aggravation and your fear is mental castration. If you can't imagine a better life, then your life is just an abbreviation. Creativity is my blood so I'm guilty by association and its a shame you're not productive with your procrastination. People without an imagination, insights my passive aggressive creative irritation. I imagine with my mind and create from my soul, its called soul motivation. Imagining greatness and the art of success is my destination. Creativity meets conflict, no war just my poetry irrigation. When your passion reconnects with your imagination, I call it creative collaboration. Your dreams are your ambitions, they're not fantasies or mental exaggeration. Whatever I imagine is not exaggerated because my thoughts become my illustrations. I jot down thoughts to keep mental passage fluid because pursuing greatness doesn't allow stagnation. If you're always retreating from mental struggles, then you will never challenge your imagination. If you can't imagine success, then what is your mind's fascination. The words, the thoughts or the theories give me strength because I have a creative infatuation. You're already dead if have no feelings because you have to feel to experience your imagination. You ever get the feeling your ideas are too bold and that's the reason for your creative hesitation. When you're lying about your life, the facade leads to creative limitations. Obtaining greatness is the mission because greatness doesn't come solely by affiliation. Sometimes the mind wanders because it needs some creativity stimulation. My imagination is real since I use it as my life's simulation. Its hard to be different so people relish fitting in and I don't understand the fitting in fascination. I guess its like breaking old habits because creating something new is one big procrastination. You must visualize your ambitions so you can promote them through your imagination. You can't be passionate without being aggressive because passiveness doesn't appease determination. You strip a person of their mind and they can't function in civilization. The mind is the voice of the soul and their partnership is creative cohabitation. Excuse me haters, your diatribes don't break my imagination's concentration. Lets Fitted!!

Frienemies

Frienemies

Its funny, that its people in this world that look you in the face and act like they're your friend. If they needed something, you do it for them without a question. But, when you leave the room, they stab in you in the back and start talking mess about you. That's crazy because you are the first person there when something happens and the last one to leave. Even with that, they still allow their other friends degrade you. That's funny you're willing to do more for them then all their other friends are willing to do. A matter fact, they're mad because they're not doing better then you. What kind of friend is that? If you confront them about the situation, then they're going to run and hide like protective custody. Even though, you're cuffed by this predicament none their friends can compete with you on an intellectual level. They're the cowardly lion because they're ones still trying to find courage. The college degree you have is fine and dandy but you still can't decipher the difference between frienemies and your true ones. Moreover, you're having this problem because you're still judging a book by its cover. So don't be mad when someone feels you can't do something base on your appearance. Its just judging a book by its cover and that's how you pick your friends. If anger comes from their assessment, then its really hypocritical and this isn't hypothetical, call it reality. Its never to late to change until the sun sets on you. You gotta watch these frienemies because they have reptile attributes. They're cold blooded with color change game, its chameleon. Their truths are lies, yea Schwarzenegger politicians. You were french last week now this week you're Brazilian. You're calming we're friends, naw we're just two civilians. Watch the company you keep because they're snakes among us.

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There's a killa hidin'

There's a killa hidin'

I spit death now that's johnny Cochran. I'm not OJ but the glove don't fit. I still rock the Bruno Mollies, grab the mop and wipe the blood on the floor. I usually don't like white chicks but I know a girl name molly. So get knifed sixteen times, which is sixteen times sweeter then my sweet sixteen. Now, that's 256 degrees of separation, which is not sweet enough because I only have four birthday in my first sweet sixteen. That's a quantum quandary since the years keep leapin. Alive on earth but dead in their minds, so their fears keep creepin. A lot holes in your emotions, so your feelings keeps leakin. You can try and hide your heart, but the lust for your passion keeps beatin. Flawless, no beatin, covert activities, so my knowledge keeps sneakin. Haters want my desire, yet I wont have that meetin. Try to kill my dreams, you 'll be unsuccessful because Ima leave you thinkin. The game is a need of a cashier, people over looked me so keep seekin. People like abuse, so you gotta keep that knowledge beatin. I'm copying me, y'all trying to kill my name since I'm cheatin. You gotta kill hate because positivity can't have hatred leakin. Underdogs work best in the shadows because they're accustom to sneakin. A blind man can see envy because he can smell that your voice is reekin. It kills you on the inside that the person you hate is the person's help you're seekin. You're looking for answers, good that I have you thinkin. Killing your dreams, wasting time, is the reason that people's lives keep sinkin. Hatred, envy, jealousy or hopelessness, y'all didn't know your deaths are the reason for our words are meetin. Let's Fitted, find your secret to success but tell everybody no peekin. Get on or Get left is ya man EF....

How I'm Feelin'

 How I'm feelin'

To understand my thoughts, you have to understand my feelings. I’m going to spit what’s on my mind so you know how I feel. The obstacles are challenging but the journey is surreal. I think I’m on top of the world, but some people think I’m on the bottom since I didn’t resort to drug dealing. Where I’m from people lie, cheat and kill. I just decided to steal knowledge while going to college. I didn’t hold the steel, I just stayed in school to eat free meals. Speaking like a hater when you really envy my path with a passion. No lights, no camera, I decided to make school happen. Society rather hear about me clapping then to hear me rapping. I don’t need to clap anybody just applauded my film when I say lights, camera, action. Didn’t deal drugs because my floor was unlimited and my ceiling had a cap. I’m kicking words off the top of my fitted hat, poetically exceeding the knowledge salary cap. Now my floor is my feet and my ceiling is uncapped. Yall went right and I went left, crime doesn’t pay. I get refunds and yall paying the luxury tax.
Yall went with the crowd and I chose to be me.Stop being mad because I’m free since I decided to do me. You’re free on the earth but enslaved mentally. Unwillingness to gain knowledge is causing social stupidity. Come on people yall neglect is hurting me so I know its murdering you. Too many black clouds over people, change to a pastel or a lighter hue. Taste my words since I’m champagnin’, no political agenda I’m just knowledge campaignin’. I don’t knock the hustle just remember you can hustle legally dude. Work the hustle don’t let hustle work you. FUNKY!!!!

Corporate Hustle

Corporate Hustle

People twisted my thoughts like hurricane season, causing confusion, my words come out like tornadoes. That's devastation at its best because the movements are so cohesive. Looking for answers, need a helping hand yet receiving nada, you're feeling like Katrina. Its a ridiculous repetitive cycle, which leads to economical suicidal warfare. Corporate American is a bunch of leeches, thirsty for wealth. They're sucking us dry for our riches to maintain their wealth. These totalitarian tactics are intended to leave us soulless which won't happen. We have soul food and soul music to deflect the hurtful hustle of corporate America. You can't take our soul from us which them hopeless since we continue to succeed through strictly stressful situations. The microscope stays on the citizens and we keep everybody guessing like puzzles. I’m a K-9 for the truth so they're trying to keep me muzzled. Preparing like Peyton Manning so I’m slinging you this knowledge no huddle. Its too complex for the average person to solve this downward spiraling economical puzzle. How are corporate executives getting raises and people are getting fired or their hours are being cut. Its crazy, no matter how you see it, the executives are pimps and the employees are their sluts. You should be apart of the minority, hustle the corporate hustler because getting knowledge should be your priority. They cut your hours and don't give you a raise yet they're wondering how is gas hurting your pockets. Why are we waiting for the corporate world to help us? We must help ourselves by using our jobs to only be an avenue of income to pay our bills while we pursuing our dreams. Play your position, so you can earn your money to start your business and assemble your team.......

Change starts when you pursue your dreams!!!

Njorb Selggib or E F.I.T.T.E.D.