#bsquid

there's a rampant fire building in my lungs not hyperbole, it's just the one thing i can tell you will not change aside from your heart when you meet the mage but he's on vacation, left the station  where i used find him, make him do my bidding charisma ain't real it's just a spell  i can't cast on you, and i try like hell 1 million reasons i'll plea my case sexy and patient and filled with grace smart at heart but I'm just as stupid call me cute knock you down like cupid your iron walls stretch from ground to sky can't kick them down however hard i try  a beast behind bars in a foreboding cave too high in the sky to see i'd be your slave bitches throw rocks from their hands to your feet stomp my foot so hard i break concrete split the ground just like an earthquake scream like this until you wake

(hook x1) put your hands in the air and feel the love just within reach, no higher above keep them high it's a test of strength my hands don't fall, my love's a tank.

you scared of a challenge or just scared of me? either way doesn't matter cuz babe i ain't free get your shit this train's about to leave jump on board, you gotta stick with me

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mold my words to shape anger and hurt pressuring offenders, defacing jerks every wrong they did never slips through the cracks but i'm tired of hating on haters of the past  more important things i'd rather write of love i cultivate day and night beyond jesters one story i wanna tell when i phone home and  gush how hard i fell for this sexy tall and handsome fellow,  his heart of love and melodies mellow not stable yet but on the rise fears the future, nothing he can't hide  can't capture your gaze when you're running away slow your roll, enjoy the delay we'll move like sloths in tropical trees  and climb to the top from where we'll see suckers on the ground trying to make it alone two keys grant access to doors unknown 

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careful when ya mingle in the ocean with a squid ink stains your lenses, knocked off the grid this invertebrate is animated, thru the sea i climb  till the pressures light and the sun rays blind  wash away today, murky floors behind  salty skin will stay forever -- the flavor of another lover we can launch and fly together  we're both birds of a magical feather yours are sage and tranquil silk mine are blackened with mystic filth yours are patient and agreeably soft  mine weep with pus, chewed down by moths but when they meet all will be healed  wounds of the past finally sealed  aftercare served up by the liquid gallon  dip down to grab it with our talons  take turns bathing in broken brainwaves dirt cakes all over the pristine mainstays  for now i'm clean and i bear the stress tho this is special, it's still a mess  our combined song no longer screams potential when i look in your eyes, heartbeat's existential... 

(hook) put your hands in the air and feel the love just within reach, no higher above keep them high it's a test of strength my hands don't fall, my love's a tank.

let me tell you a thing or two about squid hop roots are grounded in a special blend of rock and earth in the ground and there's worms all around  i grab one from a mound and it's slimy so the sound that it screams when i hook it  always gets a second look then you open the book and read my poetry

never thought i'd be published in a cd sleeve metaphor and allegory put me in a category  of underground harmony, wrapped up grammatically every word oughtta be looked up in a dictionary  played out via pictionary,  tweet my hooks like a canary  sprinkle squid dust like a fairy  nice to meet you i am very  proud of my vocabulary  listen up so you can hear me haters hate that i woke up early caught my worm cuz I'm a birdie  chirp chirp chirp and tweet tweet tweet ho ho ho and hee hee hee bugs of inspiration swarming  snatch them up, techniques alarming planting seeds like i am farming words for my vocation arming me with words like bullets starving  for the thrill of the ride shoot them off and they will find  a home somewhere inside your mind lucky if they don't leave you blind… 

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when a squid hits like the land like a fish -- squid hop she's doing a dance, it ain't a death flop tinker bell says clap your hands bitch,  to the sound to the sound of squid hop! 

put your arms or your tentacles up in the air wave them around like you just don't care  stomp your feet if you're a freak and make yourself aware,  it's the sound, it's the sound of, squid hop

first things first, what ya gotta know: the rules of squid hop, this is how they go.  number one, like you're young, no sitting on the job no sleep for the restless members of a mob  stand up and front and center come and let me see your face  i'm locking your eyes with a lyrical embrace you may blush, divert my gaze  whatever's clever in my haze  but squid hop is so hot, it's gonna change your phase rule two, get a clue open up your ears when i talk to you  if you wanna hear some sickly rhymes  and steal them for your good times i promise i won't charge a fine they're prickly like a porcupine  but listen close and you will see  the images i paint for thee  with words you knew from your SATs  in haiku, sonnet or soliloquy   rule three, on my command don't falter when you raise your hands  look back to rule number one  remember always have your fun when i say jump you say how high  when i say sing you'd better try  at a squid hop show you'll learn to fly  if you let your inhibitions lie the last rules are four and five there are no rules, just look alive  what'd i say? you heard me right! there are no rules, just look alive! 

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when all of you go to sleep, maybe dream of the world in your mind and your brain unseen  sometimes it's things you want sometimes it's not  sometimes it slips your mind so quick ya, never saw it but i'll play you a song to jog your memory  unlock all your visions your mind will be free  sunshine water and one two three sleepless days to cross the country  accidentally existential rolling greens pass by your window as you think about things that leave you stressed or feeling blessed  right and left and east to west  quell a pest and bathe the best  a toothbrush and a tube of crest  wash that trucker mouth and rest cuz you've got a litmus test take it soon after you wake log the images you create then you may heed the subtext  and implement it in your mess  then you'll be ready to hop hop squid hop put your hands up hop, hop squid hop 

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when writer's block hits,  it's not because your lacking rhymes it happens when you fail to find  the time to look inside to identify whatever's sitting heavy on your mind when you lose sight of the content,  can't take your brain offline you can't see past the extraneous,  words fail at their spontaneous spill cycle from the serious,  extrapolating process…

writers block is actually boxes  sealed by the loss of confidence and your increasing need for tolerance  by other rappers in the continent --  who don't actually give a shit! you could stand, you could sit, sing or spit, flow or stick,  type or peck, stomp or step,  dry or drip, die or dip  cause it don't matter for a moment  hip hop don't give a shit: don't be rigid, don't be sloppy, just bow to the best of your ability. love it, and sell it --  the world will catch on someday,  hear it, maybe cheer to it scream for another hit plead for a bass drum kick  it's the best thing in the world when you listen to them sing to it

change their lives -- they're inspired by it get their crews fired up by it; match your style, they've acquired it; bought the flavor, rewired it.  you won't even know, in their brains, where they'll go how you've helped build their flow, how quick you made them grow… then they put on a show,  shout you out, or maybe they don't, but it don't matter, it wont ever  give you more than just an ounce to add to your ego's weighty pounds cause you already know how dope you sound, so spread the wealth all around, record your creative and hand it out simply by saying what you've got to tell 

feed off each other, we're cannibals;  stick together like animals; bear the weather like christmas elves; chase our dreams like hungry gazelles --  our homies succeed and we wish them well, or curse them to hell, or answer their bells cuz some of us create and some of us help some of us break while some of us weld some of us blend while others repel some of us move while some of us dwell some of us heal while some of us swell... there's no way to know and there's no way to tell  who's still gonna be there when we cast our spell over the minds and the psyches of the underground well the river flows like life and well?  

cut my words out, from a cloth edges jagged, fabric soft patterns are intricate, criss-crossing lines tiles of broad beauty, bending my mind

trying to write poems, from my soul eye s-s-s-sizzling, diction's my goal  provocative thoughts and lusty lyrics missteps and skipped let- ter typos appearing. 

first page pressure, to do something great try better, it's harder, becomes something i hate i'm lost in my thoughts about being with him i'm sorry for the love that he'll steal from my friends i'm confident though, he'll be there til the end now the words have arrived, we can finally begin:

is it a song or a poem for my blog, that will define philosophies that always leap-frog the concept of trying and failing to be thus giving themselves the chance to be free

to be something audiences, will want to read and something crowds listen to, attentively  something that begs you to reach to the sky that drives you to move without asking why

something to showcase ability to linguistically lick sound waves of the sea something so bold the spelling don't count 

so capped and important you'll spin it around think your perspective incorporate truth develop legitimate life-loving roots

tall you will stand, thick are your leaves  la la la legacy creeps at your feet