Giving Back The Leg

 RETURN THE LEG

Ive been selfish guilty taken all that wasn't mine

I stole a man's entire leg, to keep for all of time,

I keep it underwraps between my thighs sometimes, outta sight, 

Now his pride and stride, kinda limps to the side

but I just kept eyeing oh what else i did pine for

I needed more of him his lore I dreamed hed slowly hand towards me

cause what he took from me? my entire core for one thing   

i mean, no question ive paid out the ass because of him

Hes damn lucky that Ive kept the leg in tact, actually 

Cause His calves give me with more comfort than my kitty cat

At night, i keep it at my side, my rock prized delight,

I caress it sometimes when he ain't around or if he denies me   

He firmly asked for it back, i told him not a chance

But hes not getting shit from me If he doesn't earn it back

Fool me not I won’t give up If I didn’t need it I’d rip it up

Id have him watch me destroy it just for enjoyment

This appendage has become my new obsession, my trophy

Here take this, it’s a promise, to be honest

I gave my word and he said surely he did also

3 knees deep in denial now was I for he had lied before

From the first to the last, every fallen breath hes had

He just wants his leg back! So I held it tighter, friends

Cause if I hit the bottom I’ll need this leg to help me up

Certainly the man will be too preoccupied with other stuff

Lend me his hand? Its a bluff, No matter how stuck 

He would find a way to kick me to the dust blind my eyes shut

and still beguile me for the keys to the iron cuffs

But i wont budge, bite the dust? Nah, ill chew it up  

No longer will I swallow any sorrow for what I borrowed

Tough love stuck in my teeth with an aftertaste of blood

His outreached hand? I mistook for here's my arm oops

His lips tell every lie but in his eyes I see his charm

I grabbed him by the wrist soon he sounded the alarm

Pulled back before I had the chace to amputate another body part

I confessed its his heart I have been after from the start

Mastered the game of lust, however not the art of love

Whatever spilled out of him i was quick to lap up

Getting closer indeed but still we standed in the dark

I told him lay the path ahead and id catch right up from behind  

We were doing circles cause his limp fell into a stagger 

Taking Longer than forever we missed out on our present and our futures

Recognized the shackles weighing  which bind us is solid mass

Thats imprisoning our souls, soon a mutiny spiritual

Shall Unfold till we behold anew me that’s untouchable

So I had to let go, release the leg from my control

And End the fuss, for now the crutch was much too heavy and redundant

Thus my grip loosened up, and I gave it up

Now I stand alone and on my own is just enough

Biznotic - Blue & Green - Razpro

"BIZNOTIC"

Blue & Green by Razpro
Written 7/2012

How biznotic! Never thought it could be so exotic
Its an erotic hypotic kinda godess
Started in my noggin and came out of my heart
This flow I got be mightly hard to stop
This flow, I got it, like a powerful watah fawcett,
I fought it like a protestant before but now applaud it
Heard it, wanted it, so I sought it out then i got it ,
Signed BIZNOTCH upon the dotted line allotted,
Got beef, got blood, aint got no doubt about it
Cause a lot of moronics wanna modify my product
Got ideologies that i try to embodie  
A prophetic guided by ebonics and I'm honest
Ur pocket got a problem when it aint got a profit
Microscopic rock bombs shots and alcoholics
Wobble to the body shop upon a hippopotamus
Daughters hardly honest when narcotics in her mouth
Fuck it, I be on it, I'm A proud ass rhyming goddess
Till in a plot wadded up Ill be the biznotch

Risky Picknicking Elixers

Burden of Elixers

Elixer's Burden - Random Rab

i was hanging out with this kid straight out sixties

although he my own age he be smoking weed like gypsies

tripping round the country doing dmt in different cities

festivals for hippies this yogi's picknicking be risky

we were drinking whisky but the tales he told were iffy

he insisted spirits come outer worlds, and I think differently

I said quit the bullshit cause your mind is tripping out

Your mind is making up all of this creative stuff and now you stuck

I'm not one to judge, but you're wrong about some stuff

For all you know, all these books on conscious thought and transcendence

Were written under the influence during the time of lets pretend some shit

Strictly metaphors are these demons spirits and gods,

that you claim you met for real but its metaphysical in fact

From your innerside you can manifest whatevers in mind

Enlist some substances and assist your brain split

Till your fission out of body out in space where no time exists

Resurrect who you please via exorcism imagining

Release them from your deepest seated thinking spots and see

whats in store what you got remember hard before they're lost 

meditation get u lifted like the pot stuff does, 

but its a little tricky when you take a trip

You can take a dip, dive as deep as any fish

Experience the system from outside your self or in it

Realize another vision maybe one thats more efficient

See your self in opposition and then try to wrestle with it

Things can get twisted quick without the laws of physics

imprisoning us from existential cognition's we got

abilities to live free from religion and biases

Conscientious disassociation by disease, yes please

Reconigize the demons are our mind's own concieving

like our own children, born an accidental lessons

Don’t blame the moon sun or stars for what the drugs bring about

No spirits lurk around your corners or in house

Own up, don’t deny how truly capable is your mind

Never be ashamed lest you stay indoctrinated by time 

Power to your Psychedelic funky mentalize 

So next time you hallucinate readjust ya frame

Your brain in every state every role is yours to play

Recognize you rule the scene the stage the mic is all fair game 

From the dmt to the acid shrooming back and forth 

Whatevers leaking out is from your brain, and nothing more