Hip-Hop lyrics by WarCloud

[Adolescent09]

It sounds quite intelligent if you ask me... even if it is idiosyncratic.

Unique and authentic, simple but mesmerizing
Penmanship caligraphy, dash while feds arriving
Colliding, the gastly arithmetic settles slugs
A large stiff feather, write epics in devil's blood
Shovels dug three-sixty feet deep, mining for diamonds
Effortlessly shining, outlandish power refinement
Spotlight on top of grandfather clock, erase the decorative
Thirty-fourth consecutive, paleolithic perfectionist

One standard lesson, my weapon concealed in books
Add my work to a binder, horror novels and childrens books
Paperback or hard-cover, rock candy and peppermint
Green or purple grapes while blastin shots through ya residence

Disciplined apocalypse status, architect tonic
Thoughts monopololistic, ironic, multisymbolic
Sonic verbal illustrations of foreign words and phrases
Literary journals, papyrus, climatic pages
Obviously astonish, neurotic from pleasant tear gas
Syllables of clean glass *beep* upon engineer mass
Switcher like career like past eons, bow and broke knees
Authority of the Jaws, we crush the plants and blow trees
Vivid flourescent soaked leaves, eloquent neon smoke screens
Deciduous anonymous columnist, how I wrote these
Explanatory notes prescribed, sublime ya costumes
We'll bury you under a lighthouse readin while in the watch room
Vintage typewriter with coffee mug full of fire lance
Incalulatable, aquires amp clocked, my pliers clamped
Time dismantle the tangle of broken wires
Monumental captain, you dangle in open fires
High truth is chokin liers, willful and permanent crippling
You die invertabraes and I skillfully exterminate siblings
Left elements of style clean out with gleaming horns
Type to mis-shape in chaos, the well-seeming forms
Being born, purple scorpion creep across sandy land
Candy grams cuz I stay off the hook like Candyman.

I didn't think I'd ever be back but I had no one to share this with... I thought it was fantastic but few people think the way I do.. :|.

[Countess]

I love it - I don't like hip-hop at all, but I'm going to have to check this out...

It seems he's discussing the influence literature has had on him, and is pontificating the power of the spoken word
poet, perhaps even suggesting its power is greater than the written word. I can to some extent see his point -
what is spoken must look good on paper and out the mouth - it must appeal not only to sentiment but also sound,
must resonate visually and aurally, which is why I prefer lyrical poetry over modern stuff.

Thanks for sharing this, btw. Adolescent, I think much like you and we are worlds apart in time, location and
circumstances. Amazing how literature can unite diverse people, eh? That's the beauty of it.

[NUT]

That looks like chaos on paper, which is representative of its content, but when read out it gathers momentum, and the sound of all the images it forces on the listener has a massive impact. I like it :)