In the Air

[LHX]

from the republic of 'cant-fuck-wiff-it'
stick a psychic for a card deck and do tricks wiff it
pick-a-card-any-card youre still lame
need knowledge like deserts need rain
a lot of me is the same
but im aware of it and that seem to make the difference
out of place in your vicinity like a muslim at christmas
bare witness
to the extension of the olive branch
resort to violence last
the gun blast is low class
know that
im always there when you need me
but when you plot and scheme you cant see me
not greedy
just slimy and greasy
some call it seedy
like the beast is leakin out of me
thru skin pores and saliva
only 27 but more cranky than a old timer
get off my grass
dont come over
dont call me
dont challenge me - theres no way you can out ball me
out rhyme me
out smart or out-of-time me
im so low key even the dolphins dont know me
so deep it pops submarines that cant handle the pressure
like a man on the streets living months in the same sweatshirt
endure suffering
keep moving
keep creating - improving
no illusions
never confusing
only showing and proving
delusions of grandeur
get beaten and battered
left in the dirt or like ashes get scattered across the planet
minds attract like magnets
and turn obstacles to fragments
never stagnant
in the air like a mist: you cant grab it

[B_M_W]

  Ord.

[LHX]

amplify this
he took his veggies and fried it
got slowed down from too much lard in his diet

X - what you on to now?
sounding like a mystic selling nonsense out in chinatown
yup
i got caught red-handed
in the jury of internet forums my posts got remanded
boy is my face red
thought i could save the world by typing
guess ill go back to making girls toes curl and whining
about people being dumb but not accomplishing nothing
back to the days of big talk and fronting
and offering no solutions
talk so much the voice box is bruising
sitting in a lawn chair
point the finger - accusing
others of my shortcomings
breaking mirrors cause its ugly
hate my intellect so much im gonna call myself a monkey
pull up a soap box
lemme talk your ear off
and then ill go back to my residence and try to drown it out with double-scotch
straight or on the rocks

X is picking locks
left the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop

[LHX]

i know this one dude -
type like hes afraid to chip a nail
on a campaign for a greener planet and to save the whales
call it osteoporosis
where i live there aint no back bone
people say they got the good shit - but forgot it at home
like 'ill bring it next time dawg'
you wont hear from them for weeks
and if you do, you get nothing but stutter-speak
guaranteed to come wiff a excuse
like a hanged man come wiff a noose
more outlandish claims than psychiatry and tom cruise
or political views on the evening news
gullibility
it leads to infertility
more lies on the airwaves than chains on mister t
so much foulness in history its like the text books need listerine
or at least a breath mint
a drink of water
chew some parsely
sitting in the corner - arms crossed like 'this is summmmm party!'
designated driver in a world gone apeshit
scanning for the realness in a world of fake shit

X - hes a man that posts on the internet
can spit it hotter than hades and stay cooler than the winter get
some people go against him, but in the end it cost them
often misunderstood like a mooninite in boston

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Oh shit.

[Rev. St. Syn, KSC (Ret.)]

[LHX]

drop it so slick you think a oil tanker spilt
make people feel awkward like a fat man in a kilt
what you got?
o i thought i heard that yesterday
broken records - swear to god
there gotta be a better way
better rhymes to say
its a crime to come lame
i spit rhymes like a superhero and the objective is to save the day
or at least save self
creativity - im good at it
so disciplined that breathing is my only habit

and im trying to quit it
wrap your head around that one
where im from
its not uncommon to see bright nights and a black sun
transmit from 10 dimensions
benefit from introspection
does a shadow have a reflection?
did i just answer my own question?

network congestion
when i post - these flows erode the internet
one time -
i crashed a forum because the server couldnt handle the wreck
i stay subversive - sort of like a junkie stays bent
your moms would rather catch you jerking off than reading rhymes by LHX*





*that line comes courtesy of RWHN

[LHX]

rhyme exercise
even in disguise i spot spies
i love thighs
i dont lie
rumors are true: i can fly
but i dont show it off
i used to drink straight scotch
and get women drunk until their clothes fell off
but that was wrong
or was it?
i gave them what they wanted and they loved it
it was love at first glance
when she saw the bulge in my pants
everything went good until she called the next day
and i said "uhh - what you look like again?"
it was great while it lasted
X is great - some say classic
read some of his quotes - its mind-bending - elastic
like converting oil to plastic
i keep it moving like transit
and in a last ditch effort
i carry the world like atlas
keep it spinning like helicopter blades
keep it clean and never blaze
been near 3 years since i last puffed a J
but still im gettin old
alzheimers and arthritis
sometimes i get the feeling im about to join Osiris

[LHX]

OSHIT NOT ANOTHER ONE
keep firin like i brought another gun
nobody knows where these rhymes come from
i grab them out of thin air
they get transmitted thru my synapses
my fingers hit the keyboard as the rhymes run rampant
expanding thru cyberspace
the final frontier
im working with my people until the oppression disappears
like-minds come together and quietly put in work
until the machine tumbles and gets ground into dirt
by any means necessary
be it ice age or lava
rhyming like atomic bombs compressed to HTML or java
thats right - i just flipped a rhyme about computer script
and when you read my words
you get a glimpse of what the future is
nobody kicks it like this
i rarely miss when i spit
off the dome - deliver hits
even shootin from the hip
always hit the target - bulls-eye
seein red like a bull's eye
charge recklessly toward destiny
its the Code of the Samurai

[Mangrove]

OSHIT NOT ANOTHER ONE
keep firin like i brought another gun
nobody knows where these rhymes come from
i grab them out of thin air
they get transmitted thru my synapses
my fingers hit the keyboard as the rhymes run rampant
expanding thru cyberspace
the final frontier
im working with my people until the oppression disappears
like-minds come together and quietly put in work
until the machine tumbles and gets ground into dirt
by any means necessary
be it ice age or lava
rhyming like atomic bombs compressed to HTML or java
thats right - i just flipped a rhyme about computer script
and when you read my words
you get a glimpse of what the future is
nobody kicks it like this
i rarely miss when i spit
off the dome - deliver hits
even shootin from the hip
always hit the target - bulls-eye
seein red like a bull's eye
charge recklessly toward destiny
its the Code of the Samurai

that made me 

[Triple Zero]

code of the samurai

i wish i could write samurai-code in javascript :-D