Miez. De noapte

E bine sa dormi in fiecare seara. Cateva ore bune. Altfel o dai in diverse la ore tarzii. Din subteranele oboselii de vita nobila (ora 4 dimineata, dupa tauri rosii si cafele negre), circul nostru va prezinta elucubratii de mare arta publicate initial in foileton in editia de seara a Messengerului:

picture me rollin
smokin’ or dopin’
kickin’ and steamin’
wheelin’ n’ dealin’
i’m on the flow
i grow
weed in my own private show
i sell herbs with natural flavor
dreams brewed under light from the saviour

my work is my dope
my flow is my glow
my sleep is where i keep
all i enrich tightly sealed
but already billed
my words tackle you like the iceberg stumped titanic -
i cut through your thoughts you can feel it, it’s organic

i terrorize
while i verbalize
you can no longer fantasize
before you realize
the size of my ties
to esoteric knowledge,
my mind is what belies
all your tiny facts of life you try to serialize

my eyes get sore while my mind is tore
you can’t keep up on my track
when i roam and attack -
yo’ street cred’s out,
yo’ spirit’s in doubt
as you search for a way out

black is the color
but not of the dollar;
your color’s fadin’,
your limp’s aggravatin’,
no need for your magic
cuz’ it’s all goin’ tragic:
lips stop babbling,
hands stop wabbling,
heart’s rhythm’s troubling
and all the bling in the world
ain’t worth my word;
time to step up,
grow up
and make up your mind -
fight or give up?

scratchin’ eyez
you’ won’t believe where i’ve been,
flowin’ and livin’
for a buck and a bean;
i’m as true as it gets,
ain’t no trick, don’t be foolin’,
stick your money on bets -
and if you can’t handle my conscience
better rever my science with your silence

you gotta be in the zone
millenium dome – history’s gnome;
humanity sizin’ up to a bone,
always fightin’ alone