Mysterious Underground Spit - "Update" 3/5/2004
Update
wait
better late
or never
always rolling thru
with my rhymes drew
and break you off something proper
and fantastic
something like the boombastic
except completely different

Question marks still on lock
like the asylum
strictly inside snaps
you would have to know
to be in the know
my flow is preposterous
and out of this planet
like flying saucers-
ers

Be on point
and on guard
I'm rolling hard
straight off the boulevard
called Florida
avoiding all the snow birds

And word associating will keep you entertained
like firing off shots
from your particular brand
of carbon copy
mc future school
sample
bite
recycle
clone
mac and pc versions
driving a Ford Expenditure
forget the Excursion
I come off the top of my head
like hats on Puritans
who would've taught the poor little Indians
children's books

Don't play me twice
strictly beans and rice
while you be cooking the books
and looking at me with looks
like I'm a crook
ain't that the stove pot speaking to the kettle
about being black
in fact
let's go back to the primitive state
because my frontal lobes
have gained too much space
and mass
class and organized religion
calculating in nano
with little or no precision

It's like splitting atoms
trying to differentiate between your personal brand
of generic bad
and legitimate hard core
wouldn't want to see you on the other side
of my front door
fast approaching in your
smooth contoured
Ford Expenditure
with eyes fixated on me
to see me
wanting to be me
so that you could for a second
jock yourself from my eyes
and pretended wealth

Enough superfluous
prose
and rebuttals
for all the have
and have nots
with
or without
wherewithal
leaving with a prayer for ya'll
because I'm a Georgia boy,
know what I'm talking 'bout?