Fa-Q - I am...and You Are...

[Fa-Q]

Dusk and dawn, needs a key, its locked in a Cicada shell,
Your home, filled with leather Bibles and Korans, made a hell,
I’m an hour ahead, an hour behind, somehow I cower the blind,
My acumen, will one day rub off and will empower the mind,
I shower my spine, in hot water, I sweep chalk, and its fine dust,
That sign’s rust, telling me I have to sleep walk, the cheap talk,
My mind must, come to understand day light savings time,
I’m only enslaving rhyme, on paper but for reasons unknown,
Pen on top, I send non stop, subliminals for seasons spun home,
My love my home, above I groan, I know it is excessive cupidity,
Never make mistakes, don’ ever take the stakes, in less its stupidly,
I’m in road kill, mode still, more protective, a rose an its thorns,
I freeze in my tracks, I am a sidewalk that breathes in the cracks,
I radiate energy of several stars I’ll show you, it grows when it warms,
You’re all trees, your strength shows when it storms, stripped branches,
I am horse power, of course louder, footsteps that have flipped ranches,

I chase the air, face the snare, knowing I cannot just catch my breath,
Life is death, it reproduces as it dies, like eggs that hatch my death,
My hurried tries, to see what is within those blue blurry skies,
I cry worried cries, I have an invading mindset, I’m storming cultures,
I circle when I strike, with beaks like blades, I am swarming vultures,
I am hardened cement, over indian burial grounds, and airial sounds,
Sound knowing you are criminal that watched the pardoned lament,
I am diurnal and nocturnal, I am an open diary you are a locked journal,
I am pro’s and con’s, crows and fawns, and I compose the dawns,
Sleeping and awake, I have lunch hurried, break fast then dinner quick,
I’m a sinner sick, of the heaven and hell stereotype, I’m a berry so ripe,
Drink poison through blue straws, glass glasses lens fixes crosses,
With shoes tied, all you do is forfeit, but all wins depicts is losses,
Comparisions, is what I’m stuck with, like weight on my shouldiers,
Like the wait, that I leave as they leave the fate gone with soldiers,
And awhile after, my smokers chuckle and huff is a child’s laughter,

[classthe_king]

Dope rhymes as usual but when you stop recording you're going to want to make the lines shorter. You'd have to be on some tech n9ne shit to get all that in one bar.

[Fa-Q]

Dope rhymes as usual but when you stop recording you're going to want to make the lines shorter. You'd have to be on some tech n9ne shit to get all that in one bar.

haha yea I will...i wonder how short I'll have to make them

[classthe_king]

Dope rhymes as usual but when you stop recording you're going to want to make the lines shorter. You'd have to be on some tech n9ne shit to get all that in one bar.

haha yea I will...i wonder how short I'll have to make them

It just depends on how well you can rap them. Once you start recording you'll be able to experiment and see.

[Solace]

That was great. Please, start recording.

[gutawafang]

Fucking dope vocab. Pfft. I sometimes run out of things to say cuz it's always the same shit you write. And it's a compliment because it shows that you're fucking consistent. Damn dope man. Yeah, do a mixtape man. You got so many lyrics to choose from.

[Fa-Q]

Yeah Fish and Solace I'll start recording when I get a good mic, but i dont have $200 just yet

[Fa-Q]

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