Ephraim's Rap project


from the ABC set Anonyme's inglorious return to poetry

Well, I got the conversation on lock,
we're firing, and she's on top

Enunciating adjectives, we're throwing rocks
Crying hate, she's not gon' stop, word!
Up, she throws the keys, I'm crying please,
control yourself; I’m not your enemy.

Remember me,
from a moonlit eve, late January? When we'd
Collaborate,
Sensate
Ascend to heaven, then hit hell again.
From ovulate,
we'd conversate
dreams of life,
I feel so ashamed.

Can't spell your name,
can’t touch your mouth.
Because you’re into me,
so rosemary,
Can’t picture you
Outside of 2
so we begin, so suddenly...

Didn't really sleep well last night,
you weren't by my side, baby you and I.
We’re as awed together as a totem pole, as glorious as a lion though...

As cerulean as the clear blue sky,
as adjective as beautified by
nice eyes and subjective smiles,
I've walked for miles and ended here, so...

Now I'm asking for more and more,
you denied me your body but you filled my soul.
Your seductions never ending,
you got to know that you’re catching my attention.

Collaborations what I owe to you
and it’ll make you fall;
I'll make you swoon for me.
Dreaming is easy see,
when you’re breathing breaths of parity...

Girl, I see your feeling shy,
Step up, step up, I’ll hook you up with a real fly guy,
Who may even be in the room.
Big giveaway, playing guitar to you.

Pin me if you know the tune
I’m spinning for the girl sat next to you
I'm hitting on the girl opposite too
She’s a pretty face but with matchless shoes

Sniffing up all my policies,
Just enough to have me holler see
My games getting taller G
Any given time, you might be gettin' mad at me.

Getting had for me
Getting rad for me
Hitting fad for me
Getting stabbed with me
Getting, slapped for me
You might just see me leave…. Yeah

Was a summer eve, when you and I, and I and me quit being together?
Was a summer eve, when you and I, and I and me quit being together?
We’d watch the leaves fall down, crinkle at our feet, in the wrong season, Oh, Yes we’d see
The squirrels scamper round the treetops in rotten rivalry to grab their seeds, before they leave

And now I know that we’re going too
And you smile at me, as if everything’s fine

And I know that we're going too
I can't hear you anymore
That's the sound of a last cry
I'ts the sound of me and you...

Now I know we're going too
I know it's the sound of a closing door
I know, I know, it's the sound of me and you.

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