Credits

  • Amanda Hamlin
  • Princess Biznotch
  • Priaine G Letrime
  • RAZ-PRO

Friday, November 17, 2017

THUS SPAKE WE

THUS SPAKE WE
thus spake we  Princess biznotch said to me 
 if you ask her who she be and her response is always 3
. Yeah she got some personalities but they don't come for free,
 she and her I's combine and form a triangle inside
 cause when identities collide its like a rollercoaster ride 
trying to decide which one ought to be recognized.
 she wont tell a lie but the truths that she provide 
certain to be selected based on who in front and on the side,
 backing up her stats with facts, layin down the rhymes, 
stacking up the beats, maxing out the time, 
finally up in the sky spewing rainbows, getting high,
 no surprises but she wise, never crying but implying 
kind words each and every line, 
climbing out my mind and mouth we do verbalize, 
feeling light and darkness like they be my trusty guide,
 each and every color gotta vide that is supplied, 
as a whole the stream of light hides behind 
her eyes inside her mind, so as three heads upon a panda
 drop a verse or a stanza, what comes out, 
spouts about begins within and not without, 
reaching crowds with more than sounds as they go thru red to right in down
 but left the violet where it turns around, changes made in time..... frequencies accommodating who be tasting all will be allowed, 
fore to front in front of crowds, you must know how they get down,
 so they can see a side of you, turning yellow into blue, 
but after all that I have learned in school I'm asking whats the truth, 
so i agree to sacrifice my own beliefs in light of anew, 
truth be looming over lying besides the logic and the would, 
behind what could in verse out stood, beyond evil and good, 
thus we spake in silence tightened lips, closed eyes, 
leave my ears to recognize, wisely sitting still filling in my pie, 
my minds eye with visions which i have implied, 
from listening to histories and lies, insisting blissfulness soon to collide with
 Princess' cries for all of us to unify, 
doomed to reside without any damn reply....

thou art dissed,  pardon my french but its been said
2 in the pink plus 1 in the end 
a bird in my bush is worth 20 grand