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Liberation Delivers Statements

Rap doesn�t disguise I was baptized in crap and lies
I�ve glimpsed lives of crime, minced, dividing my time
Rinsed in grime, still clenches my mind

Even when I had no room to cry
Believing I was soon to die
Seething to be steady and dry my eyes
On my knees with a broom stick to the back of my thighs

Another tied, cross-ways up my spine to crown
So�s I couldn�t lie down.
I wasn�t wild, playing around.
Even as a child, I stayed close to the ground.

A course to be more sure, that torture was evolution contingent
For the contusion, confusion, parental collusion I stayed on within it.
Agony was in abundance so I got to using it. Trained myself to go and rip unbidden
My name grows in stripped and beaten little ones.

So I�ll never shed the blood or hit my little ones.
Never pass my bloodline to my kin, or allow a visit from some
Those who did this one�s path
The prose doesn�t rid the wrath.

I just composed new take-aways
From those would break days and slid on the past.
Kenneth Parrish you spent your scariest wish
Strafed as well; you won�t be safe in Hell.
I�ll find YOU in the Aftermath!

So the stains ripple past affliction
My game is to rip a hole through your system
To blow my brain out of its prison
I constantly reign lewd blues and crude truths with no competition!

Like the moves of a Lifer, when truth has to be deciphered?
I groove to slice and be sure. I�m a Magician of Intuition!
I spill with ill intent to ask more times for every omission.
Such admonitions misspent. Since age 9 I was tethered to suspicion.

I�m not a pilgrim asking Divine for a revision.
I�m a guerilla militant, blasting moral landmines to find my convictions!
My spills thrill and jest to blast. And just like a Tesseract?
My fight trains to flow Time-Wrinkling Predictions!

My bite aims to show critical riddles splitting
Like light�s rainbow through a crystal prism
I might remain and blow your system, a Physician of Sedition!
A Doctor of Passion, rocking to outlast and run,

Chalk this to rascally fun!
My brain grows cerebral provisions,
To equalize people�s conditions.
Each a loaded pistol to be giving!

Pain knows where I sit and she�s just visiting
I�m ashamed �cause I keep wishing things I grow were just fiction!

Obligation rhymes fit in.
Observation rhymes hidden.
Explanation rhymes whittling.
Exclamation rhymes for the children.
Raising the animation rhymes clever kidding.
A psychological condition towards
Ideological Demolition!

Aftermath:

Oooooh, a crotch-rot comic
Is on the spot with a potty-mouth pundit!
Show me what else you learned in ass-to-mouth class!
I can run tracks to clench and diss you all day long!

If I wanted a comeback, I�d French kiss your mom!
I�m fine to be staking my talent.
Nobody�s mistaking you for a challenge.

Desire starts with a drink
And fires started by a wink
Colder and higher I over-think
A Molotov rocky trail

For my cock and your mom�s tail
Sore with my rock? Bomb me and fail!
I�m more hot when you get on with wails!

Pumped from every jest I spin!
Chumps hope to score and press him.
I�ll jump rope with your intestines!

Feed your strife with soundbites.
Released at the speed of life. I clown for vice
I need to make shit right.
You�ll bleed if I feel a slight!

It�s been a hard ride
So I don�t pardon pride
Art of Alarm is quaking each night
Departing harm, aching to fight!

I�m part of karma, making right!

Heed what�s left of a rusty bayonet!
I lead, grooving disorder
Because I keep moving it forward.
In my sleep, I�m used past astral borders.

So this crude Pirate Rake
Proving every play when I�m awake?
Like the one you let slip? Hazy-viewed when he left?
I�m in from tip to death! Never lazy but true on every test!

I never miss because it�s not a risky match-up�
I mix through a whirlwind to view this world again when I catch up!
Quicker tipsy to uplift the sheen that was stripped from the scene I never let up!

In the age of information there remain ignoramuses.
Don�t make me flip and murder an endangered species!
A rapid dodge against sabotage, haters ahead of me?
Get their legacies digested and re-released as feces!
You�ll become a name in my thesis!
No stranger to maiming feeble sheeple for kicks!