Quiddity \KWID-ih-tee\, n.:
1. The essence, nature, or distinctive peculiarity of a thing.
2. A hairsplitting distinction; a trifling point; a quibble.
3. An eccentricity; an odd feature.
My life in its quiddity, is pushing the liquidity
of the flow words from my soul, with sick delivery
A Rhyme-a-day keeps wackness away.
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chimerical \ky-MER-ih-kuhl; -MIR-; kih-\, adjective:
1. Merely imaginary; produced by or as if by a wildly fanciful imagination; fantastic; improbable or unrealistic.
2. Given to or indulging in unrealistic fantasies or fantastic schemes.
Rap lines inclined to speak the chimerical
ideas of success, indulging in materials
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Ephemeral \ih-FEM-er-ul\, adjective:
1. Beginning and ending in a day; existing only, or no longer than, a day; as, an ephemeral flower.
2. Short-lived; existing or continuing for a short time only.
Strive to be a seminal individual
building success pass the ephemeral
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Aegis \EE-jis\, noun:
1. Protection; support.
2. Sponsorship; patronage.
3. Guidance, direction, or control.
4. A shield or protective armor; -- applied in mythology to the shield of Zeus.
Brave act, hard face, when faced with anxiousness
fear control minds, without a faith Aegis
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Etiolate \EE-tee-uh-layt\, transitive verb:
1. (Botany) To bleach and alter the natural development of (a green plant) by excluding sunlight.
2. To make pale or sickly.
3. To make weak by stunting the growth or development of.
4. (Botany) To become bleached or whitened, as when grown without sunlight.
Don't let it be too late, minds do etiolate
If we don't correct paths and set them straight
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I AM GREAT
I'm great! Get it! Don't twist it! Embrace it! Can't erase it!
I'm great! whether its fate or not,
if cool is the temperature then I'd be hot.
I'm great! They debate. Get irate. Start the hate parades,
celebrating year and years of hateration in the hater nation,
trying to impeach the occupation of greatness.
Wait! Rush! Hush! Speak! Stand up! Take a seat. Then repeat.
I'm great like tony the tiger cause they are frosted flakes,
with their icicle glares. Freaky like the care bears' stare.
Mommy I'm scared. That's only way to be brave, my dear. Through fear you say.
I'm great! So great, in fact, you name your children after me,
then rearrange the pronunciation because it's too much to live up to.
Right, Jesus? Si. And you say.
I'm great! And it is blasphemous to say my name
out of context of sacred paths towards the highway to heaven.
I am rock legend! And congregation shouts
I'm great! Build your house out of stick, stones, straw or whatever.
Through turbulent weather, bad wolfs, vengeful hawks,
my foundation holds any abode, a la mode, or a la carte, in your heart, you know that
I'm great! Can't spectate anymore, gotta kick in doors.
Wage war for peace of mind; defuse land mines,
planted by enemy spies. Who know I'm indestructible from perimeter attacks.
So they sneak in close, and stick doubt in like a tack.
But I am not the board. I am the wall. I am the great wall.
Graffiti tagged with portraits of my conquest over fears, jeers, jabs, and burns.
I grow. I learn. I teach. I yearn, I earn every battle mark.
My medals? My scars. For all who impugn my claim and jest from afar.
You deny, but they reply,
I'm great! I say, we are!
By Desmond Spann "DLUX THE LIGHT" Copyright 2009
Oh you hard Now, Thug style, no smile, infantile, man child
Quick to throw a tantrum at the slightest infraction
Cracking your ice demeanor, melting with this heater
Smashing through your tweeters, I feel you getting weaker
Got your beaker of liquid brave, here comes the rage, talking loud
Set the stage, start the play.
You act mean in this scene, to be seen as dollar king,
Drinking like you kill bills cause money at a damn thing
Change, now act like you slang rocks like sling shots,
Got Omar glocks, at your chop shop, with them fat knots
Strange, no one knows your name, or realized that you came
This ain't cheers, no one cares, why you're here, or what you claim
Can't claim pimp, just cause you limp and set trip
You play hard on asphalt; your street cred is default
With no fed plot, to snatch your gwop, you better stop lying
Hawks out, caught the wind, of when you send bullets flying
Not tough enough for fisticuffs, call bluffs like debt collectors
Check your vectors and your angles 'fore you tangle with the
Highest Degree, Oh you better hear me clearly
Not your average pedigree of Spoken word emcees
I'm hard like front bus seats, of the mid 50's
Like them fire hosed streets, and them canine teeth
With my bark the might of my bite, Charleston chew gats
Spit back, bullets, to make you Dance Sucka, Move, Sucka
I hit like the KnunChuckas, You Don't want to test
The photons I possess, harness by direct sunlight exposure
A warrior as king, Crown on the front lines
With soldiers on all sides, we revolt tonight
So no bullshit with the peanut gallery
Keep it chill and speak casually
Don't need unjust fatalities
Like Oscar Grant in Cali
If somebody think they got something to say
Wish the punk would try to bring it your way
They know that there is no recess today
When we step in the house, they know we don't play
By Desmond Spann "DLUX THE LIGHT" Copyright 2009
