Release!

A syllable Killer Inspiration from Inspiration Thanks Ghost!

(Release Me!)

 Cus....

I'm the illa Killa Vanilla Consilla
Know That
I be the dope deala and deli meat Grrrrilla
like a Mystical street Thrilla 
The Miracle Manzilla
A Mothra villian Chilla

If you rashin like pencil scratchin
for tongue tappin I cure like
penicillin the Wolf and Ben Stiller
I'm a hot steel on flesh wound heala!
(sssiizzzzle)

(Bang Bang)
Wake up to phone ringing
I'm head slinging
cloth stacking on a body
I'm sleep lacking
stay on track AND
(click clack)

My engine blows steam to
organize the regime
cus when I'm working
and writing
I am typing
and crying
cus this Job is dying me colors 

like slashing my back and
(click clack)

They beast master and calls stack
I get my slack
between breaks and phone clack
and back track
to where the last ink slapped paper
and draw back from vapors
that ventilate out my ears 

like kids caper through streets

with Halloween treats
I'm riding rails
like open sails
like blowing gales
it's raining hail
I'm screaming Hell
In this cube E Cell
(Toot Toooot)

My grey matter is burning
My soul coal is churning
like a witch on stick burning
(Crackle Pop Snap)
Release
(To get Back)
I Master peace
cause my mind's eyes flying
the call cue is dying my fingers fly
no longer trying
to typecast
I drive fast
then Breakfast
for den her
Then
(sshhhhhhh)
 
The universal remote
is on mute

transcending this dome
my transcendental home
It's my cue

To slip into
the zone
I sip a bit of foam
my cup of coco from
thus releasing my thoughts with YUuhmm

(slurp slurp)

I think for others Daily
Rarely given space or time or Air We
All must trust the Wind gust of
dust and skin gone so scaly
Yet I slither as slow as snails to my home
for me in my dome
to slip into the zone
I sip a bit of foam
from my cup of coco
thus releasing me with an 

(Ohm)
of work for others Daily
Rarely given time or space or air WE
all must trust the Wind gusts of dust
and skin gone scaly
So we slither as slow as snails
to a home
for me
deep in my dome
sipping on the zone
bit off coco cup foam
slow snails slip 

(Ohm....) 
I master peace
Wind
(Release!)
 

Author's Note

My "On the clock" piece for a Rhythm Write Contest
If you have a question on what something means or clarify cation.. just let me know.
"It's more fun when you bend the meaning..."

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

dude this piece is rockin throughout and "clockin" no doubt! Totally hip and especially nicely wound up. Great rap write or would make a great song. I particularly like the first stanza cuz it reminds me of ole school things from the day I hear out here on the streets in LA. sweet

[Etoiles]

Ahh, love it :)
You have such a way with words that I really enjoy :)

[Cassie Fraga]

very creative in word play my friend!!
**write...write on!!**

[Amplyyours]

All I gotta say "Whoa" that was mind bending that sent my mind spinning. Man I had to read it more than once just to get it all. I want to hear you perform this piece because on page it is rapid fire, in person with a mic and a crowd that feels it I bet it is just amazing. You got talent bro.

A very well, clever and lyrical mind friend... this is stunning, a ssssnake one! :D

[Fran Marie]

definitley got the beat going on in a cool rhythmic rhyme....awesome piece of poetic expression!

[Brad]

old school-you'd make frosty, JDawg, and GrandMaster proud

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

tight~ you've got the winding poetry slipped slick through snakey rhythmic rattles rattling the cage and scaling the sides of language ~this is what jeeps something like me interested in lips slick living~mind drilling in this droll lifey thing~ rhythm is based in the chants of the old worlds that understood life is only life it it follows that rhythmic heart thing that connects all our strings to the universal oraclesinging sideways tilted tunes~ so thrilled to come upon another who hears the sideways tilted music~ THANK you!~ =)~


They beast master and calls stack
I get my slack
between breaks and phone clack
and back track
to where the last ink slapped paper
and draw back from vapors
that ventilate out my ears like kids caper
through streets with
Halloween treats
I'm riding rails
like open sails
like blowing gales
it's raining hail
I'm screaming Hell
In this cube E Cell
(Toot Toooot)
My grey matter is burning
My soul coal is churning
like a witch on a stick burning
(click clack)
Release
(To get Back)
I Master peace
cause my mind's eyes flying
the call cue is dying my fingers fly
no longer trying
to typecast
I drive fast
then Breakfast
for den her
Then
(sshhhhhhh)

drenched in it~ delicious~

[.]

ha ha..delivered like a pro..the flow impeccable..solid, clever, tight..you have a lyrical mind that transcends the normal rhythm flow..briliiant..

[Robin]

poetic music , rhythm and rhyme , tight tight tight