Midas Touch ~Shawna & BLitZ3D~A Poem by BLitZeDMIDAS TOUCH I'd like to elaborate on this collaboration. A disasters fate or the rise of a new nation? Shawna and Blitzed hang a flag to welcome the decimation. Ink to this paper like Cruella Deville to the dalmatians I roll a blunt still faded, I'm ill face it. The emperors new clothes but you stand their naked Not exempt from the lion, a king, I eat you like steak and potatoes. A bit off track, Just wanted to make sure you know its a fact that we will make it. Two minds set to the same task. She likes to write, I like to bite. When its done you see the message hidden under that mask. inside your emotions stir, and you feel a bit blown back, No need to fight, word play wrapped in rhymes real tight. Understandings clouded bye a path with no lights. So we put faith in each other, hold hands and step out into the night. On a mission of words, bold stands, and a story of morality all within our sight. On our mission we fly high, higher than you can see with the naked eye With our pens of gold we reach Into that great expanse of endless sky Touching it, owning it, Making it ours Like the power of the gods of old, Busting, trusting, even lusting After words that will be told For generations to come, they'll talk about where these words came from Joining the ranks of Will and Dickens Hold up, where's the women? More like Maya and Emily The stories inside us, to not tell, would be agony So Blitzed gets down Twisting tales on a scale that can confound And I drop the words With a timing and rhyming that can mystify Laying down, rising up, our words soar Breaking out, ripping through, our voices roar Every one wants to be a lion until its time to do lion s**t, So bring the gore This is a lifestyle, a past time in the present tense, Not a f*****g chore Use these words like hoes, pimp galore, Freshly picked lines, w****s at the grocery store, Give me some more in tangled compassion Won't hold back I see no need to ration Something written on a cold rack, call it fires passion As we mix styles to bring to you a brand new fashion This is an experiment to see what happens when Eve and Adam get to mashing If you fall I'll catch you, so give them hell till they start ashing If you stall, I'm your net boo, right behind you ready to start blasting, If you call, I'll be right through, turn green and get to smashing You know you did it right when its over but questions they're still asking Salty taste in the mouth, stings long lasting Long like elastic, sharp like jagged plastic Some references are invisible but still clobbering rhymes, s**t was fire, give me four like Fantastic And a bottle I'm honored so far she's brought me nothing but pride I twist words but she taught them gymnastics, now to Shawna for a couple more lines Rolling this collaboration Our thoughts converge, diverge, and re-emerge Into a mind-bending, soul-rending declaration Through it all I burn with the urge That this paired up piece Must be shared up please Because through these rhymes I have learned That a lesson must be earned I'll share it with you now, boo Even though you know it too See these rhymes that we do Have some magical mystical kind of voo-doo This golden pen of ours is indeed mightier than the sword It shakes, breaks, re-creates, and somehow we become that medieval bard Into your soul we speak, havoc we wreak on that emotional chord And with that lesson shared with you all, I have the last word
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Added on February 1, 2016Last Updated on February 1, 2016 AuthorBLitZeDNew Jersey Devil, FLAbouti give them the plans i drew up with thoughts methodically calculated and so intricately placed , every outcome was accounted for and algebraically related. f*****g statistically graced, like .. more..Writing
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