Tuesday, February 10, 2009

type on a tripe

original on the spot no preparation wanted/needed freestyle word play:

type on a tripe and sail slow through a dark tunnel pipe,
there is no need to gripe in the valley of the horizontal stripes,
or is there? the colors are the most evident that you've ever seen if you look through the kaleidoscope that i conjoined to my levi's pipes,
one beat two beat and then i skip to 69,
give me fine speech and fine wine and snorting powder swine,
i feel the wind the breeze the waves of air that wrap around my blackened hair,
i share with you a tale that i have in store like glue to stick to you,
it's a fib to you, words to phrase...ad lib to you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this is so good <3 <3