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Sometimes I say to myself. Self, why does it take you so long to know what you already knew. Then I reply. Because its harder to materialize an unpopular thought until it happens. I"m a writer looking to make friends and spark intelligent conversation. Maybe a writing collabo or something. Connect with like minds. Its all about building for me and meeting some cool people.
I'm a pessimist with positivity. The oxymoron anomaly..Giving u the edited edition of raw hood hip hop precision. Zeru the lyrical,literal, mentally digital,spirit in the physical. Intellectually chiseled with a flow that is seductively abysmal... (c)2007 Zeru © 2006 Zeru The Art of Self Loathing Without Personal Participation
Hate is pasted on from generation to generation like jewelry. You take it or it is given to you. But you will wear it. Because your mother wore it. Your Grandmother wore it. Your Father tore hisself with it. Those demons will make sure of it. And most die with it until the opportunity to pass it down comes along. To keep it in the family. Its such a precious gift. So treasured is this unrealized myth. Causing some to get sick. Others to die quick. The Arts arent that slick... Hell recreated in your heart like the bottomless pit... Or rendered the mind helpless. The Arts love no one. Many know this to be true. Be wary of those who practice. And the festering hatred you might have inside of you. Self hate doesnt always begin as hating yourself. Sometimes its as simple as having hate in Self. That will eventually deal with you. © 2008 Zeru
Power of a Name
They move with the precision and Authority... The power to inflict the false truth and blame... But the one thing you should never know... Is their demon god's true name... Didnt you know the devil sings... Knowing an entity's orgin is like touching butterfly wings... *mischievious smirk* They were told they were possessed by the best.. They were given a Mask, weapon or tool, And a superhero upside down star with a circle around their chest... And in the middle of it was a "D" Thinkin.."I'll be "D"amned if anybody touches me... But in their weakness they didnt understand... That the physical sacrifices something to become "apart"... (apart meaning together and dismemberment) Take it to heart... Because thats where their's start beating fast... Control over any situation is a facade... And stability only last... In their minds... Something is protected... This knowledge is never neglected... Hiding the source is perfected... They dont want their demons tested... So know who you are talking to... Even if they dont know themselves... Because spiritual murder is delicious to that who deserves it... Like picking the "One" out of "Twelve". Think about the truth of this... How many spirits contain "Alias" And what is An Alias generally used for... Nobody wants you knocking on their door..Santa Satan or Lucifer... who is this dude... Most of us use a Alias to hide our true names and thats not me being rude... Its just the truth... How hard is a spirit's bite if you have hold of their tooth... Barbaric with a leash and even worst with the noose... Find out a spirit's name and the flesh loses its use... Protect yourself from any seemingly overwhelming demonic spirit Because we are all quite able... God gave a wallet full of spiritual currency... So i'll leave this tip on the table...
© 2009 Zeru   
FreeStyle... I heard the cry of many souls who tried to impose but they damaged their clothes and their shine erode and rust... Mad spirits I battle to keep my gear up.. Its a Triballord spear thrust.. Frauds love to fear us.. Adrenaline sickers makes my blood thicker so i stab them with this chant.. Catch your breathe like a dog pant.. I"m on some reconstructive %#&@$!.. Building egyptian pyramids.. Jumpin in bottomless pits coming out with angel spliffs.. Revolutionary trips from Cairo to Greece.. From Athens to Philly niggaz seekin security threw peace... Tha god is about to release ripping threw lies with iron teeth... 5 seconds to war.. I went from veggitarian to carnavor.. To adapt to the times.. I put away the calm ryhmes to prepare for a storm.. A golden age is reborn... Love peace happiness later.. No pursuit for versace or gator.. Keepin my heart on whats real.. Not the pap or a record deal.. Camelot reforms.. Threw Hitler's reborn.. Bills being passed under our nose.. Our ignorance was given and not chose.. So %#&@$! it.. Most make decisions based on being deceived.. You must combine your spirit with age like fine wine to believe the truth.. I was lacking knowledge in my youth... Chaos is the way to stay on top of %#&@$! every day.. I'm a tornado lyricist.. I hope you catch a breeze.. From City to state making pagans believe...That every seed wont make it to a tree... This is a Triballord prophecy from 5 duce West Philly... © 1995 Zeru |
