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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
So I�ve finished the first semester and have decided to compile all of the rhymes that I wrote while in class into a notebook entitled �The Learning Sessions.� I haven�t really been writing that much lately, but expect a lot more stuff to come. Here�s a poem I wrote in class that helped me become a published poet. I entered it into a contest at poetry.com and they contacted me to let me know that they want to publish it in a book that they�re publishing, and that I�m now a semi-finalist in their poetry contest. I wrote one day in class when it was raining outside. After that is something I wrote just because I�m that damn cool. I think.
The rainy realization of eighteen warm summers
Easy to see, as is my breath
Funny how clouds don�t block but clarify
Rain falls, pitter patter on the ground
The leaves on trees drip water clumsily on me.
Bill Cosby radio, live sluts in stereo
Firecrackers implode, in my brain
Brazillian fellatio, behind lazer light shows
Inside out oreos taste the same
Marijuana yo-yo, Tijuana skank ho
Three-legged doggie-o, tripod�s his name
Bombadiers bombs flow, idiot savants know
I blow up your home from my plane.
MC Ciznizion motha fucka
Ha ha, I am SO white. Anyways, I wrote a killer song while I was in Anthropology. You can see the lyrics here. Here�s something I wrote earlier today. I like it because of the multiple cereal references.
Snap crackle pop like a box of rice crispies
Frosted flakes with tony the tizzie
The wired tiger who tells me I�m great
Impatient like the trix rabbit can�t wait
Dual action hands that work without looking
When you don�t notice I eat what you cooking
Far flung fart machines sittin� on my desk
Very unnecessary hair on my chest
When it comes to writin� rhymes I know I�m not the best
I�m no janitor, clean up your own mess
More lyrical stylings from the MC
I�ve been writing and shit in classes still. Something has to pass the boredom. Here�s three different freestyles that I wrote down, one from my Sociology notebook, one from my Anthropology notebook, and one from my Stats notebook.
Hip-hop and flip-flops. Kid pop, and disk jocks.
Tick-tock and rap rock. Cock blocks and glock pops.
Cold/hot with do nots. Ro-bots and what-nots.
Clean blocks and pick locks. Hard knocks from Chris Rock.
Slick Rick gives Treat Tricks. Ice picks and tongue licks.
Same schtick and gun clicks. Jump kicks for dumb hicks.
Quick quips and full clips. Hard hits and fit bits.
Fast flash and last crash. Cash dash from hash rash.
One done and bun puns. Sun gun and fun run.
Some plumbs and dumb bums. Yum gum and rum cum.
Tired of MC�s spoutin� off recklessly
They�d rather be ignorant than rock the mic lyrically
I�m not talkin� about conscience but content
MC�s makin� songs with not substance its nonsense.
Sure you can party and sure you drink bacardi
Sure you coin played out rhymes and remixes
Making videos with Snoop and bitches
More worried about money, not worried about words
Dollar signs what you see, not worried what was heard
In this business, MC�s are used to bring in the dollars dimes
Don�t sign the dotted line unless you�re willing to resign.
Always scribbling so as not to pass out
I can�t stand being here but I can�t walk out now.
I�m about to drift away, go to sleep sitting up
Nothing holds my attention except English coming up
I�m having a hard time cause my eyes are really heavy
I don�t understand, I already had all of this
What I�m waiting for now is some new shit
I can�t concentrate so I compensate
I want to hibernate in my learning space.
Even paper lines can�t keep me awake.
Got two more classes after this, no breaks
ZZZ ZZZ like a sleepy dragon
Afraid to fall asleep, who know�s what�ll happen?
Will Rad be mad, or an ornery Aiyar
I�m not glad but sad, but call me sire
I�m not loving it but struggling
Juggling a schedule school is mind boggling
Submission is what I�m wishin�
Wish I could slip into non-existance.
Holler
Howdy, peoples. I have been writing and inscribing ever since I have made the move up to San Fran. Most of the stuff I have been writing has been done in boring mother fucking classes. Here�s a sample of the lyrics, which I know suck.
The kind of music I don�t like is called shock rock
I hate it when my night ends up getting cock blocked
Most of many bums live inside a soft box
Most of many smiths could unlock the locked clock
What really puts me to sleep is known as soft pop
I wish some bad people would be tossed the drop off
Why does it take more than one bullet to make the cop stop
Why blow on ice cream when you know its not hot?
MC Cizion in the house!
Recently, I have gotten into writing poetry and little raps. Of course I am still known to bust a freestyle anytime, but my writing has been focused on limericks and haikus. Here's some examples.
What is Jared doing inscribing limericks?
writing haikus and all sorts of crazy shit
a different kind of prose than what Jared knows
some check his temp and make sure he's not sick.
I'm MC Cizion
to be me you be wishin'
that's my rap vision
I know they suck, but they give me something to do.
�2003 Cizion