Break...BEAT aka THebeaT  (part 1...)

Break...BEAT aka THebeaT (part 1...)

A Poem by Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX

 

i make beatz

then

break beatz

 

make beatz

then

break beatz

pause...

an cause a break beat

with the

beat

of my

breath


the breath is warm

but there's still enuff

heat to warn ya


so now i...

 

bait 'em

in by...

holdin my breath

 

an when i

bow the beast

THebeaT

an realease

 

leave a cleft

im em

 

nawl...

scratch that yawl

better yet yawl

harpoon a

whole hole in em

 

i was...

 

Jason Bourne

with this

yellow

jump suit on

"blak"

 

so....

 

call me

"The Game of Death"....

 

THebeaT

 

it is i

who guides her

then

synthesizer her

into

break beats

THebeaT gyser

 

rhythm rider

high wire

rhyme flyer

 

beat energy

photosynthesizer

 

&...

lets be clear

scratch beneath

the surface

these beatz

here

 

built

2 beat

4 inner ears

an

as i enter here

 

i enter here...

 

consciousness

into

your subconsciouss

so when

your conscious

you can be

more conscious

 

the heart...

from here

 

auction

caution

2 the wind

 

better yet...

blowin caution

2 the wind

 

so

presently...

im in the process

of learnin circular breath

to aloooongate

my breath

so

the beat

wont stop

 

now...

wont that be HOT

 

you can

catch me

adjustin the beat

like Fat ol' skool

"RKO" 30's

radio dials

 

THebeaT

in my mind

 

flex's

like a T-ReX

in a roid rage

off the chart

no gauge

 

no cage

can hold

not even

the blue bars

or the

4 corners

of the page

 

so...

created they

screensavers

just 2 save the page

from

word rage

 

well versed

in the art of verses

VS.

the absence

of content

in verses

 

THebeaT...

 

always

in a state of flux

constantly

fluxuatin

more than

the blind scales of justice

that

rarely tilts

towards

just us

 

us...

the have's

who've been

branded

the havenots

who

have not

 

so i sharpen

my skills till

 

"Tha Windz" breath

twist into beatz

of cyclones an twista's

 

uprootin

sista's & mista's

 

im...

 

rollin, rollin...

 

poison prickley

thorn rose words

over my tongue

like tumble weeds

 

beautiful

but deadly

 

you can

simply symphony

the medley 

 

my...

 

heart beat

beatz in

metalic medley's

of

adamantium drumbeatz

 

fingas

snappin

thunda claps

 

the Asgard

god of thunda

is back

 

ask god

 

an

this beat

 

is a ol' skool

track

you keep

bringin back

 

a mic check

1-2, 1-2...

 

so...

 

lay back

the beatz

back...

 

while i

bring the "WOLF" back

an if

your not sure

what the

"WOLF" is

just

reverse the

"WOLF" back...

 

 

 

THebeaTz back...

 

 

 

 

 

 

4 fingers an a pen...@ it again

© 2011 Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX


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Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX
Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX

Chicago, IL, Belize



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