atomicbladework(prod. by chief bob)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

golden swords

stranded


prod. by chief bob



verse 1: (golden swords)

shaolin disciple and stranded
intertwine into one blade
two elements of emceeing
combined into one sword
razor sharp lyrical force
will crack the earth’s crust
and throw the globe off course
chopping off heads of commercial emcees
their soul stuck in between heaven and hell
trapped in between good and evil
forever lost
hip hop is my religion
pray to the culture
that been crucified on a cross
spit darts through your blood vessels
through my rhyming style
you can see
their commercial style of rap music
outlined in chalk

poetry split your face open
like moses' staff
suplex metaphors on paper
and break the blue lines in half
swing iron daggers
regurgitate ill vocabulary
represent the true emceeing craft
wake up the hidden eye
poetical katana blades
left your inner mind with a righteous gash
most cats flow for green cash
so i feed your mind state
with verbal vegetables
spit poems thru your cerebal cortex
bathe your mind state in knowledge
like a bath
lyrically hard headed like a rams mentality
on an infinite writing quest
that’s a never ending task
deadly rhymes trapped inside my minds iris
kicking poetry thru the mic cord
like a 9 months old fetus
in a pregnant woman’s stomach
gave birth to an ill verse
when i form an alliance
wrote scrolls
paint pictures of the commercial world
so you can see the diabolic science

the power
from the lyrical
and poetical ink brush
will shatter
your physical alignment into dust
the sky talker
elevate from the earth’s crust
spit poems
lyrically diving into the clouds
regurgitate underground lyrics
busting out of a worm’s hole
write five fingers of death
the kid with the golden touch
the shinobi microphone holder
split your frame open
like cigar paper
stuff elevated thoughts
inside of the ink tube
like marijuana inside of a dutch
spit darts
leave holes in the mic
like 9 iron ring broad sword
skills is heavy
through the process of the verse
you get your frame crushed

shine bright
spit daggers the color of the sun
the element of fire
burn down your weak kingdom
spit poison
like a ninja blow gun

emcees be changing faces
for fame
like jet li’s profile in ‘war’
iron ink spill through the paper
thoughts pour
poetry is priceless
like golden horses that they kill for
poems from the manual
swing deadly
like blood rain sword
through the instrumental
thoughts run like leopard claws
slice through emcees
now i got this game locked
like pit bull jaws
snakes slither on the floor
spit verbal bullets
through your mentality
blow the hinges off your mental doors
let the golden swords saga begin
grab microphones
blowing up shit like c4


verse 2: (stranded)

fuck you looking at me for
put your eyes away

before you zoom in
on all kinds of blades
anthropomorphic
blind
katana rain
walking cloud
horizontal pain
your blood responds
by erupting
but matrix dodges
so as not to touch me

its flight cut short
like

joshua guthrie’s
there’s so much more
than what the eyes can just see

go further inside it
trust me

i’m on some ‘one’ is always +3
but the bridge is not exactly complete
it’s up to you
to make the viaducts link

complete the puzzle
rubick’s q*bert pyramid
my imagination reconstructs you
can you discern confusing words
when i speak in jumbles
on occasion
i conjure flames
on a leaf that crumbles
amaterasu
colossal kaiju beasts
arrive and leave
in light pleated bubbles
exotic alchemy
i’m a cloud
from an egregious jungle
a dark figure
made of sound
towering above you
and despite my hatred
i am peace
when i don’t even love you

i don’t approach bullshit
that’s like shooting ghosts
with full clips
a satellite is stupid
if it roams that orbit

foolish human race
don’t ruminate
such basic mind sets
your non-death
is an unappreciated concept

i spend nights streamed
awake inside of dreams
that ain’t my rem

the japanese tell stories
about the way that i rest

legend has it
that my origins
have evaded context[echoes out for a bar]


few consider the roots
while many pick fruit
in their self-proclaimed
superior variation
of an insignificant skin suit
no clue what lies within themselves
while trying to tell you
what exists within you
makes me want to bum
one of nathan summer’s guns
to pistol whip you
distort the coordinates of your face

concaving space
then calmly walk away
with blood dripping from a wormhole

wandering bewilderment
off on a shadowalking pilgrimage
lost inside my mind’s cosmic wilderness
lone explorer

you can see
but cannot hold an aura
that don’t belong to you
this holds true
for even glow absorbers
parasites
flames
can be extinguished
but not sustained
their energy will fizzle
‘cause your signature
is not the same
one’s essence is a sensitive quilt
it’s from within that it’s built
so it’s only natural
it’ll lose integrity
if it is peeled
there is no more contemptible filth
than those
who would deliberately
cause petals to wilt
and not be fettered with guilt
you should be fed a sword
from its tip to its hilt
that spins like a drill
in super slow motion
until you are killed