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::: Verbal Novacaine for the Brain :::

Brought to you by
the Lyrical Channel 24-7-365
right there on your radio dial
come alive with style
slammin’ prime time rhyme
pretty much all the time
just to re-tame the rhyme game...
E X period...
Hickory, dickory dock... Bam!
Mary had that lamb... Damn!
Roses are red, violets are blue
you’re listening to the lyrical channel
as its spittin’ prime time rhyme
pretty much all the time
just for you!
5
4
3
2
1
Hit it!
Slam it!
Smack it till it’s done!
Hit it, slam it...
without the guns,
guns, guns, guns, guns...
lies, lies, lies, lies
theft
guts and blood
crack
heroin...
dude,
we even
got
your...
kill bud!
Now,
this is what we’re fed each day
by rappers who find the need to say
words of pain
just to make themselves
fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, so,
yo!
check it, homes
you’re down with that...
so...
whata ya think bro?
Ya think it’s time... for a little
slam rhyme show
so they can know
how to rap and close that gap
of anger and pain within their brains
to en grain and gain
a strain of love within, hmmm?
Well,
here’s the spin,
so take it in,
it’s all built in,
right here within
cuz you’re listening to the Lyrical Channel 247 point 365
right there on your radio dial
comin’ alive with style
slammin’ prime time rhyme
pretty much all the time
just to re-tame the rhyme game!

Ladies and gentlemen...
the forgiven memories
clears the drain on memory lane
and for those who strain to face that pain
will find their minds in the present state
to elevate and substantiate their existence
without resistance to their past
yet
some...
cast that shadow of pain
from which they gained
by walking a path of wrath
ignoring the process of thought
meant to be taught
meant to be taught
meant to be taught and brought
to the forefront of the conscious mind
to define and remind oneself of those we touch
and not so much as a crutch as such
but as a sense of healing
without the wheeling,
dealing,
or compromising of simple feeling...
just to understand as we walk hand in hand
with the man
with the man
with the man that can...
sub-ject and correct as he directs to effect
the process of those
who pose to close they’re eyes to the love within the sin
and once again
neglecting where it’s been
all the while
the love from above
on the wing of the dove
cannot land
to reprimand
~til the hand of the man
~til the hand of the man
can comprehend and understand
his own
motherrrrrrrr-land
uh-huh
Let us pray...
To Big and Tupac if you will
to respect those words
words
that
Kill!
Father,
those men knew the rhyme before it’s time
to leave their life before their prime, Amen
or you can talk to Dre,
he’s in his time of knowing consequences of a simple rhyme
or Yo! You can speak with Eminem,
he knows his sh*t
he’s wiped his ass of counterfeits
and oh,
not the bogus Benjamin’s, my friends...
No Sir!
but that universal
ever-popular
unconscious...
yes sir!
Ignorance...
that’s baaaack!
Again...
So, there ya go my rapper friends
read this and weep
or is it too deep
to understand God’s simple demand
to expand your mind for all man-kind
to help remind the non-aligned
to find the colorblind within the mind?
cuz
Mary had a little lamb...
you remember this one, don’t cha?
influenced from head to toe
and everywhere that Mary went
and everywhere that Mary went
her lamb
her lamb
was conditioned
conditioned
to go!
YO!
Bothers and sisters, come on...
we can make our rhymes for a simple dime
but know our slime rhyme will fall in time
for the paradigm of rap today
will fall away...
as simple prey
somehow
someway
someday
without dismay...
and leaving air play...
to a pathway
of care!
So be-Ware of what you share
as you declare
this nightmare
of despair
in your attempt to bare the flair
of a millionaire!
Well,
now I’m done son
now ya know bro
it’s just me.................
to beat and to defeat
cuz your conceit is obsolete
Hah!
break it down,
I be around!
I own this clown on sacred ground
and in your dog pound
and in your dog pound
you’re just a pup
so hook-up blood
when you grow up
cuz I be off
fired off
my mind be firin’ double time to double rhyme
but here’s the crime
it won’t slow down
it’s double trouble
double trouble
double trouble, Barney Rubble!
I be magnifyin’ sh*t just like Hubble!
”Who’s Hubble?”
The telescope?
”ooh”
See it won’t stop
it just won’t quit
I be burnin’ my own pants
just to make me dance
just by magnifyin’ sh*t!
My brain be trained to rearrange thangs
without the strain
yet the pain remains
from runnin’ thangs
over and over in the brain
burstin’ blood vessels
just ta train the damn thang!
cuz I-be-your-mi-graine,
a slang gang bang,
a high octane campaign of slammin’ rhyme
pretty much all the time
just to re-tame the rhyme game!
”Hey, what about that rapper guy
that spits hard core rhyme on his way to fame?”
Hey, don’t point fingers at the playa
point em at da game!
And as for your rapper friend?
He probably on the train,
outta town
his brain be strained
he can’t maintain the pace of strain I brang,
it’s my domain to ascertain
this hydroplane of mental
slang exchange.
Did you get that?
Good, cuz I think its Hammer time...
that’s right
cuz you can’t touch this!
Cuz I’m nova....
cane....
for ya...
brain
nova...
cane...
for ya...
brain...
so go ahead... ya wanna complain?

O.k. wait... let me explain...
I be outta range.
You can’t remain.
It’s a boomerang
you can’t ordain
mental pain, cocaine and Mary Jane,
without a route
of mental clout,
you’re brain’s wrapped up in cellophane,
it’s my terrain...
you’re out!
and don’t come back until you’re house trained?
Oh...
and there’s one more thing you need to know before I go.
The pain that reigns within your brain
the one you can’t contain or rearrange?...
reflects
your fear
of
LOVE!
cuz I’m novacaine for ya brain
novacaine for ya braaaaaaaaaaaaain!
And all thos words without a single GUN!
Thank-you...
I’m done.

Written by: ~ Lc 24-7-365