superheronomics

[LHX]

dude got the sign and it was on
loose pants
kicks laced up
dressed to keep in motion
it was bright out
grabbed a dress shirt off the chairback
no chain
no watch
rocked a wide-brimmed hat
no weapons
no ID
all he carried was his house key
played the position nightly
no tellin where he might be
by the time dusk hit
spreadin knowledge - the objective
received the prime directives
thru countless online sessions
100 people from 100 places
home base with no physical location
the story pre-determined
the final test was patience
and resolve to stick with it
at all costs
and by all means
layin low
and stayin behind the scene
behind the scene
and underground
and indirectly
makin only one move to touch twenty
helpin people go from screamin 'praise the lord'
to spreadin discord
his only magic was persistence
catching the ear of any who would listen
creating self-saviors
out of victims of the system


and spreading

[East Coast Hustle]

and spreading...

...Memetically, like a word-borne virus
Dove in to hard drives just to surface on papyrus
Is it science or an art?
He provides no answers
But as he touches their minds they find the questions come faster
And eventually discover that the Truth(c) they find
Is nothing more than beer-goggles for a lazy mind
They are divine and he's just trying to instill the spark
A million pinpricks of light
Piercing a blanket of dark
But don't mistake it
It's not a blanket that keeps anyone warm
Or provides any shelter against the gathering storm
It's a prison disguised by familiar walls
He hears them say it's what they want
But it makes no sense at all
And he calls and he calls
But nobody ever answers
They tip-toe around the subject like a ballet dancer
But eventually discover that the Truth(c) they chose
Is like a quilt full of nagging un-repairable holes
They are divine and he's just trying to pull on the thread
And unravel the lies
Woven around their heads

[B_M_W]

This should be in PD06.

[LHX]

They are divine and he,Äôs just trying to pull on the thread
And unravel the lies
Woven around their heads

and use the excess materials to make a flying carpet
as the clock tick he gettin closer to the target
he be the one to start it
and the last one to leave
more resourceful than magicians with a trick up they sleeve
he dont keep people guessin
and he dont act mysterious
but when people hear about him
they be like 'what? you serious?'
like they dont know the potential
of they own flesh and bone
scared to death of death
and hooked on flashin lights and chrome
all things shiny and glistenin
distractions creating tunnel vision
where every generation
just perpetuates the system
thats why hes fed up
and you never catch him sleepin on the mission
and anybody messin with him
would be either glue sniffin
or discordian
movin with reckless abandon
but maintain a touch of class
ask him if hes optimistic
and he say 'you can bet your sweet ass'
even when its lookin bleak
as if he dont stand a chance
he maintain the wisdom
about 'he who gets the last laugh'


hes already laughin

[Michal]

oooh emo-esque.

Oooooooooh! You're gonna get shot fer that!

::sits back and watches::

[Michal]

::takes cover, watches, waits::

[Felix]

oooh emo-esque.

It is not.

[maphdet]

*wants to read more of what LHX and ECH wrote.

[The Mgt]

bump.

[East Coast Hustle]

bump.

I will be compelled to do something horrible and cruel (not the same thing, I mean something horrible and something cruel) every day that passes without either a new beat from LMNO or a new verse from LHX.

the rest of you will know who to blame when the "gay caribbean disco cruise" forum skin is the only one available.

[Triple Zero]

bump.

I will be compelled to do something horrible and cruel (not the same thing, I mean something horrible and something cruel) every day that passes without either a new beat from LMNO or a new verse from LHX.

the rest of you will know who to blame when the "gay caribbean disco cruise" forum skin is the only one available.

it may help if you do this when they're actually, you know, online.

i'd make you some beats, but i don't have time right now.

a friend of mine once used this Kruder & Dorfmeister track successfully as a beat: http://ifile.it/07s2exp maybe that helps?

[East Coast Hustle]

I don't care if they're online.

all that matters (to me, anyway) is that I'm online.

After all, they'll only have themselves to blame for not responding promptly to my (unusually reasonable) demands.

[LHX]

oh no

say the name
say the name

he needs to shake his head

get the blood flowing to his brain
on a strict diet of microchips and acid rain

2008 and still alive:
no time to ask the reason
the lungs: still wheezin
demeanor: still pleasin

and yo -

dont forget how he work the alphabet
make the words swerve and hit curves like corvettes
racing stripes with tinted windows
find him wherever the wind blows
rollin with those who know the truth when its told
and dont tolerate when it isnt
he turns fake gods to midgits
smiling at the pyramids like he know who did it
viscerally
he expose and strangle mystery
like that 80'S show on TV where the P-I was Mr. T
and many fools got pitied
after hours he still lurks thru the city
riding subway trains like t-cells thru the veins
to show up where hes needed
life's the addiction: he feed it
and if something step to threaten
bet hes swift to delete it
on some wash-rinse-repeat it
smash it - rip it - stampede it
foes get routinely defeated
like the Hulk when hes heated
but without the green and mean-ness

his last villain - she was fiendish
she said "without love - it's meaningless"
then she grabbed his thigh and leaned in for a kiss
stimulated his cock chakra
like a snake-in-the-jar charmer
she had lured him to her den with tossed salad and pasta
tight skirt exposed her curves
push-up bra exposed her ta-ta's
but he hit it and bounced fast
never to be seen like Osama

[East Coast Hustle]

oh no

say the name
say the name

he needs to shake his head

get the blood flowing to his brain
on a strict diet of microchips and acid rain

2008 and still alive:
no time to ask the reason
the lungs: still wheezin
demeanor: still pleasin

and yo -

dont forget how he work the alphabet
make the words swerve and hit curves like corvettes
racing stripes with tinted windows
find him wherever the wind blows
rollin with those who know the truth when its told
and dont tolerate when it isnt
he turns fake gods to midgits
smiling at the pyramids like he know who did it
viscerally
he expose and strangle mystery
like that 80'S show on TV where the P-I was Mr. T
and many fools got pitied
after hours he still lurks thru the city
riding subway trains like t-cells thru the veins
to show up where hes needed
life's the addiction: he feed it
and if something step to threaten
bet hes swift to delete it
on some wash-rinse-repeat it
smash it - rip it - stampede it
foes get routinely defeated
like the Hulk when hes heated
but without the green and mean-ness

his last villain - she was fiendish
she said "without love - it's meaningless"
then she grabbed his thigh and leaned in for a kiss
stimulated his cock chakra
like a snake-in-the-jar charmer
she had lured him to her den with tossed salad and pasta
tight skirt exposed her curves
push-up bra exposed her ta-ta's
but he hit it and bounced fast
never to be seen like Osama

I'm not Bin Laden but I feel like I been in a cave
like I've been lost to the world for a year and a day
and now I stumble toward the light and give a halfhearted wave
'cause maybe this could be God and maybe I could be saved
or trade external constraints for self-imposed obligation
it don't make sense why I would care about an alien nation
but if the keystone crumbles then the whole bridge will fall
and my homeland would cease to be a safe haven at all
so go ahead and call me out as a traitor-in-waiting
because my face looks more like yours than those you're used to hating
I'm just a head to the hydra - just another false front
another swing for the fences every time I show bunt
I've got millions of fingers stuck in millions of pies
and not one living soul has seen my face undisguised
that's a lie - you probably see me everyday
and maybe I could be God, and maybe you could be saved

[LMNO]

bump.

I will be compelled to do something horrible and cruel (not the same thing, I mean something horrible and something cruel) every day that passes without either a new beat from LMNO or a new verse from LHX.

the rest of you will know who to blame when the "gay caribbean disco cruise" forum skin is the only one available.

Please note that I sent you 2 new beats, and have not heard back form you.

I have 2 more waiting, but you have to say please.