The Mission (C) 11-9-09

White machines blast amazingly like storm troopers Mouths hangin on the floor like they was left in a stupor Fire freezes away death that decrees A fervent reason for us to dropp 90 degrees Blockade the Emperor’s palace scratchin his soundtrack No longer carin bout his groove he just wanted his sound back Silence fills the room with intangible screams Tear away the moon no longer givin the children their dreams Breeze past the fast track when they crack lack Fires birds known as phoenix when they made the trash ash Feelin niggaz is only fifty percent either talk or walk I come one hundred and eighty so Imma plot this hot Call me a walkie talkie cause when I get my best hand through I might jab a walkie like America’s best dance crew Shackled like Prometheus starin in the eye of the vulture Men don’t get there’s no I in race neither is there I in culture Tried to teach them that which is the metaphorical fire I see that men have no desire to learn but a hurtin desire Released from my torment when I obtained the catalyst of my demise One day the very thing that set me free will permanently sever my eyes Run off of self motivation and gamma rays and UV energy Chemically imbalanced and I guess knowing is my enemy My only mission in life is to end it or live it with ease Make it through the burning hail and the bloody red seas Almighty forgive me for my sins and lend your force for this battle I’m against Satan his demons and the world that they rattle The Phoenix shall return and offer me a ride on his right wing But I’ll take the left even though the flames might sting My instinct is what built my mind’s intuition This is the mission of whether or not I can bring his plans to fruition Sling bullets that leave engages senses like western philosophy This is my mission and I will win who’s brave enough to imagine stoppin me