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[aid] => mick
[title] => ya'll ready
[time] => 2006-09-27 23:24:21
[hometext] => heads up
[bodytext] => y'all ready, i know you don't realize the consequences, when God wakes up, I see the design unfolding, through the haze the sky is opened up like cutting at the belly of the beast, with a rusty machete, ya'll ready, cause I will make it by any means, I see the design unfolding, If I Ain't the King, then I'm pullin some strings, hustle my shining soul in like Opera, A lving opera, watch the choppers leave bloodstains on ya'll imposters, E.T. no phone home ah, those hiding from God, will get swalloed up like Jonah, I ain't no joker, I'm a Mona Lisa enigma, paint a picture, for I spit scriptures, till you get the picture that my depth is unparalled, every bar will ring another bell for another round, running parallell with hell, "till the last round I shine", damn, to walk that fineline, I give up my life for public auction, you got the shotti, I'm offering, nah I ain't no prophet but I been known to predict s#it, we dualing you missen, only God knows why, save the women and children, you missin the point, listen, I embody my art, cause I'll body anybody for it, I put the ist in artist cause I'll knock the s#it out your artist, and still find time to poltically maneuver my way out rough waters. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 14 [informant] => BSteel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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