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I realized I write entirely too much. At least two pages a day. But I get better as I go. So here you are.
Haikus for a song
on four twenty hit a bong
Bigger than King Kong
A Crazy monkey
a building climbing junkie
in my book he's funky.
The night is right when I have a Coors Light
I feel like a kaiser with a Budweiser
there's a happy Cizion with a Pabts Blue Ribbon
MGD is good to me
I'm never alone-a with a Corona
estoy amigos con dos pacificos
I don't want the night to end when I have hefenweizen
I'm on cloud nine when its Miller time.
Back on the Grind
Howdy, howdy, ho. As with every update, I try to add stuff here. Enjoy, which I know you won't. I had to move all of the other music stuff that I posted onto another page, seeing as I ran out of room on this one.
Every once in a while, I'm known to bust a freestyle
my lyrical agility is best known as guile
so smile, and know that I'll be back in a little while
and know I'm a white rapper who didn't walk 8 mile
know I don't like being profiled
and if you want me to call you I need numbers to dial.
See me on the weeks end, when I'm a freakin
if the situations bleakin, hit my celly cell
and welly well what the helly hell
we'll watch some jelly jell
or keenan and kelly kel.
Yahtzee! I want some box seats
some rice krispies would really please me
Please don't tease me with your free P
or free weed for me and no I don't do speed.
Please don't clown around on my sound
or I'll be down to send your ass to the dogpound
I don't have time to expound my reasons to put you downtown
but if you bow down or bow out
relax, my barks worse thatn my bite so bow wow.
What's up, yo? I have revived the MC Cizion moniker and rhymin' technique. I have actually produced some stuff that I'm proud of. If I can get some production done, I might be able to toss up a few mp3's, that I'm sure noone will listen to.
I prefer my coke to be vanilla
folders to be manila
songs to be meat with no filler
I want smirnoff over schlitz
pussy over tits, knacks over knicks
no flops only hits, but I'm realistic
If we all got what we want all the time
I would be rich without writin' no rhymes
I'd be able to fly, get high without weed
go fast without speed and travel the lightspeed
At my own will, push the rock up the hill
next to Sisyphus but I'm done and not missin' it
he's wishin' I finish his, that's not my initiative
trapped pushin' weight for eternity is not for me
Quick do me a favor, watch Dan the Automator
he's got his finger on the faders and he wants to cut my verse
what's worse is that I'm cursed to walk upon the earth
hungry, but really its more of like a thirst
I'm the vampire sire whos apt to bum a wire
and I'm afraid of fire, but still flowin' on the track
back with the rhymes from 220 AD
in the day when I had invented this rap thing
Seldom used soliiquies and bathroom banter
idiosyncracies over complacency
indecency from the wrong frequency
displayed clearly, but I can hardly see
Fawned over queens and neglected dreams
everything put aside in aspiration for the green
relish in the finer things is what I mean
relax over minor things is what I mean
�2003 Cizion