bored @ work

well i say god damn this shit is real
time to break it off let it sit and heal
gotta watch out or my life's a meal
time to ball hard like jerel mcneal

just gonna keep up, high on pineapple kush
flying past the worlds blurring in a rush
fucked up, dumb like I was george bush
which reminds me, its time i fuckin CRRRUSH

these goddam verses, smash em to bits
hit the mike so hard never callin quits
quick to attack with verbs over drum kits
funky fresh like the musk from my pits
funkmaster flex is providing the hits!

now do it right like the funky five
those soul laced brothers who brought it live
they brought hip hop alive with jive
gave me a standard for which to strive

now those were just some warm up verses
rhymin braggin, a mix of bullshit and curses
this the shit that employs nurses
this the shit that be stealing purses
this the shit that requires hearses
this the shit a hiphop head reverses

(scratch back)

now its time to spit it true spit it from the heart
time for some oral explusion, spitting far and near
call me what you will, for you i'll play that part
i mean i'm just spitballing here but gimme your ear

shall i compare thee to a summer night?
thou art as enfolding and seductive
nocturnal kick it with you feels so right
intoxicating and self destructive

the soft breeze of a tired day departs
nightfall brings excitment, danger and pain
stuck on page one, the story never starts
gotta chance it all for a hint of gain

and like the night's end you bring the dawn
illuminating, my soul's icy peaks
and somehow awake, never see a yawn
attention, focus, complete when she speaks

my compass only points one direction
true north to you, magnetic attraction

see that shit i just dropped a sonnet
flow tighter than an amish bonnet
wrappin up those kids so repressive
rumspringa allows them to live progressive
everybody needs to go wild once in awhile
but the secret is to do it with style