*[M. Sayyid]
hey yo my first step started with a sprint
then grew to a man spitting on tracks with a bottle and a limp
a wrinkled map
a screaming throttle and two cent to dent amps and
fuck you cats up like a nymph
no sentiment is evident my embitterment and
the many metaphors I cash in
collapse mc's to the blacktop in the backspins with no shirt while I am maxing
slapping asses in aspen
in a bubble bath laughing
your style: no dough like no ID at check cashing
leaving it alone
leave it to the man who's more bones
and walk the street with no chrome
I'm just like a phone out of zones before the stones
and the bodies that got blown for loans and shown with a poem
and if you're quiet, in the wind you can hear the moans
if you're quiet, in the wind you can hear the moans...
from Angular by Anti Pop Consortium
