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Haiku D'etat Non Compos Mentis

[Mikah 9]

Non compos mentis and moon struck

come, pompous apprentice and succumb

To this relentless, yes, the sun

rises and sets yet you see none
of it's effects until it's done

then you'd reflect on how you'd run

I'd take a step, your momentum

I had still kept, fool

[Abstract Rude]

they eat then they wanna smoke then they eat food

repetitive cycle 'til I feel in the mood

other crews can't copy, they ain't got the magnitude

I hit 'em up, a heavyweight, they call 'em Ab Rude

this is not simply just to downplay wishes

made by emcees who found they status

do what you do to live life lavish

have this cabbage, heavy baggage


Well I would like to start by saying

life has to be sparked each day

and night, got to be smart don't play

your time, you wont be back

when I speak I slice the words up like a slasher

private party crasher, dasher, rational thinker

sparkle a twinkle, third eye glimmer

sky swimmer

I like to let it simmer 'til the lights get dimmer

and I like talking about dilemma

and come up with a solution for the pollution

my contribution being the superior being at emceeing

and seeing the light love being in the light

but they snatch it like a thief in the night

[Mikah 9]

(right, right, you know what I mean)

I call them the cookie monsters

on the grind for these Entemanns, Chips-A-Hoy

combined with M&Ms, money, main

these B-Boys prosper posture on top of the roster exposed impostor

send him in, rendering him limb and limb

salted wounded, squeezing a little lemon in

torture sounding from drowning porter subjects surrendering

my tender and remembering the splendor when

I put my first splinter in nail

cuticle, black male

and you and yo honey giving skully to Clinton insider her cubicle

checks not cash knots

she also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat

the rest will go up to other hows tickling the G-spot

on G.P. you could D.P. the sales manager and the VP

you could smuggle me a key

I best belive that's how it be

just smoke this weed and leave with all the homies

[Abstract Rude]

Out the hotel

ain't we having a car come pick us up?

the life of a star come hook us up

studios, stages and the streets, bomb beats

pages of loose leaf, blazing the keef

courageous, the truth speaks louder than lies

so when they hear you style they be proud of you guys

search from land to land

go from a thousand to a hundred to ten

and couldn't find an honest man

it ain't always what it's promised to be

they don't stop until the thirty third and a third degree

shhh... can you keep a secret? of course

or yell it loud 'til your voice hoarse

out the airport

and we having a plane fly us out

we the truest, they interview us for what we write about

whether we're right or wrong

once again it's on 'til the night is gone

get in a zone from the dome and a tight song


Well life just ain't sugary and buttery, is it?

now what, are we fooling ourselves thinking that it is?

I'm thinking that these kids need to know it from the jump

and be it that I'm a poet trying to get over the hump

I could play it like a trump

make you sicker than the mumps

the days come hella fast and the money comes in clumps

and sometimes it don't come at all

you run you fall come one for all for one

depending on exactly where you from

'cause the only way to be immortalized to be organized

and be able to be mobilized and look over the skies

I speak for an Overise and I stand for the universe

and freedom of man original with the tan

can I expand? can I feel the crowd?

if you don't want me to touch you then, uhh, speak up now

yeah, I keep my eyes on the owl and the sparrow

and the eagle and the hawk

They say why you talk that crazy talk

I tell 'em "we see what your eyes can't see"

on me, "we hear what ears can't hear"

poetry we can be what nobody can be

solely the only lonely truly

[Mikah 9]

Non compos mentis and moon struck

come pompas apprentice and circum

To this relentless the sun

rises and sets yet you see none

of it's effects until it's done

then you'd reflect on how you'd run

I'd take a step, your momentum

I had still kept, fool

May 25, 2009 by Darius

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