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Evil Jesus Fenix Freestyle
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Last part of a 15 minute freestyle I did over various Def Jux beats while I was out of my mind w/ my digi hand held recording device(that is why the sound quality is poor) But I think it is pretty dope for off the top n driving...mek
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Tight Lines & Sharp Minds Mek
From all over Southern Cali...been rhyming since '96 with heavy roots in spoken word.
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Hip-Hop Freestyle
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#36,125 today Peak #213
#1,543 in subgenre Peak #9
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joshua mek spitting over Aesop Rock's Forest Crunk
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December 25, 2011
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MP3 4.3 MB 128 kbps 4:43
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Every day's burnt out turmoil and Im burning, learning the pages to this book that keeps on yearning burning and turning worthy, unworthy circuits churning my insides keep turning but, they're never worthy of a soul that could never grip control soul in the hole, manifold blown, what's whoa? out my dome, out my spirit, out the known metronome, cant hear, adherent to none, fearless to sun spirit... yeah, I never really did it...esteem kissing the dreamless fenix, sleepless weekends, now I'm weakend and I'm on the weekend thinking about another day that I'll stay here f*** in tweakin, spinnin gloabes spinnin domes burning black holes in my metronome, balance oooooooooooh sh** I drifted another hole... black hole society relying on nothing but just flying free when yer noosed and yer hung n shackled kid trying these things, chemicals bring pains that sting your brain is nothing more than a severed core that used to swing perfect talent 85, 90 beats per minute, now it's malice now's the foulest time now the foulest writhe now you're sittin there in a way of wondering why you had to try and you didn't know you were just tokin n hoping ooooooh I cant believe you just choked when you was toking hopin to evoke the ghosts in a past provoked by an emotion of the said unspoken blow it away, lost in the breeze of the grey emotion severed devotion, lost in a ill notion of 9 devotion time, if I could sit on clouds n define 9 n sit intertwined with my mind n my heart would swing n slice I'd be just fine but instead no, I look back at the history of those fiendin times where I was fiendin, screamin rhymes, cleanin mine, wating to profess confessions that've been opressed n I would have been better off dead and letter would say everything that I would of, would, would of, could have said, If I could have should have dreamed and rewrote it with a pen but I couldnt have the time, I had to scratch it out cuz my letters with too shakey and without a doubt if I started to cry I'd crack loudly I'd start pouting and crying, screaming, riddling and rounding off the tear drops, jerked off thoughts n places Id look at the discomplacent faces, drop a pill and sit adjacent to myself faceless to health, racing the pace, waiting for a shelf...to kick it on, lookin to those places, sucking out self...spittin dawn, waiting for another place for red dawn to be transfixed in, just get off n get on...livin the raw places where theres fools n frigid dawn just lives on if I could give dawn another again, I always give her a kismets eclipse kiss n say lets be friends cuz I've impregnated too many minds with the sick pill of a fiendish demon scene that wasnt devine welcome to nothing but the design to illness and the blueprint of the triple 6 beneath the roots where the proof is Its the ground where Ive been chewing for days and Ive got sh** in my fangs and I think about the times the stryctnine took a rip through my veins f*** that, it's present day and Im living every day the same the pains, the anger, the fights with strangers when your best friend she remains a stranger, perfect anger perfect way to live a major opposite conglomorate, if it was an element abolishment, kid I sat atop of it... thinking about the time, rippin out the rhymes, thinking about why I... couldn't do it another way then I'd just say well f*** it, I'll be just fine... f*** ing stubborn idiot asshole know it all, God damn it, I'd blast em all if I could focus tall, but I cant, proud, why? severed clever insides, my mind will never reside cuz I cant live in Riverside anymoreand my severed core cant remember anything but the war torn severed chords of several swords ago damn i died again, I dont have 9 lives, Im not a Can, I just play pretend in the weakendsand tweakend times when my mind is already tweaked out WHOOOOA mystery mystique n Im I................in the eye's of the Evil Jesus Fenix, berayed, reciprocated opposite fenix Jesus, people fiend this...
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