Liberal Arts!!!

[~B!RD!E~]

Alright it's time to get started,
I don't want to but the forces force me,
Wit' the incantatory allegory they translated for me,
U-M-L-O-U-T... oom-lout,
That's the reason I bend vowels when I spew from the mouth,
Spit drooling out a very grotesque view at best,
Burn thru desks at the University of Budapest,
Sitting in a room with a windowless view,
Concentrating... looking at you, freeze frame frozen,
At the very moment the wormhole opens you know Birdie has spoken,
The circumference of a third eye so vibrant, to me Ezekiel's wheel was just a spare tire,
My epitheliogenetic fiber was forged from the protoplasmic fires in a black geyser,
the explosion can be described as a white iris,
When the absolute began I don't know where I was,
I must've just been a piece of micro dust,
That's why the phuk I luv mics so much,
My micro macro robotic rap flow,
The Magna Carta of the entire rap world,
Mayflower 2006 phase one,
Adapt to the pressure gravity has laid on my lungs,
The Theory Of Communication, Claude Shannon's dissertation,
With a makeover and camouflaged make up,
Light waves bend to the weight of buss,
Mics buckle with white knuckles - metacarpals crush,
Acid reflux all over ya' face you phuk,
Grab heart wit' bare hands squeeze and spray blood,
If you iller than me? gimmie me a call,
Double u double u double u N-A-M-I org.,
Dear Boss: Do you mind if I share my thoughts?
Psychotherapy is expensive can you share my cost?
In a cushioned room with leather doors,
Handwriting experts take a look at the letters I draw,
Excessive roundedness... no spaces between words...
Excessive cross-outs, it must be my nerves,
Rhymes that vaporize, disablize and destabilize pray to God - say goodbye,
Six minutes Birdie your on, lyrically this is the liberty of Liberal Arts

[Mystic]

Originally Posted by Fearless_Virgin

That's one of the things I didn't get, because how can you have a windowless view?

actually fearless that makes oerfect sence ...
if you had a window you would have a view, but, without a window the view is missing so its a windowless view because the view is still there you just cant see it ...
i get it anywayz lol ... ...

good work ~B!RD!E~... i enjoyed it ...

[~B!RD!E~]

A view...cannot be windowless. A view can be breath-taking or dull, etc. but how can it be windowless? That is like, saying there is a window within the view.

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Yes!!! The window within the view iz in my thoughtz!!! Refrazing, It just meanz that im in a room just seeing someone through my thoughtz!!!

[~B!RD!E~]

Originally Posted by Fearless_Virgin

I have no clue what you just said.

LOL!!! BOO BOO GAAGAA POO POO!!! LOL!!! I'M IN A ROOM WITHOUT A WINDOW BUT MY VIEW IZ IN MY THOUGHTZ!!! LOL!!! HEY THANX 4 THE REP THINGY!!! OH WAIT WAS THAT U???

[~B!RD!E~]

BUT UMM WHAT???

Sitting in a room with a windowless view,
Concentrating... looking at you, freeze frame frozen,

[Kiari]

Triple Punctuation.
No emphasis included.
Pointless.

[~B!RD!E~]

Out of the imbelicus wombdee, this is lyrical lunacy
From a human being that speaks so fluently
Bars of poetry without precedence
Complete par excellence, listen to Birdies' New Testament
To understand me you need help
You got to see the film "The Day After Trinity" written by John Else
To understand that, you must know thy self
you should keep listening because Birdies' flow might help
Find the answers that we didnt know, maybe Edgar Allan Poe's
description of El Dorado is not so
See the reason there's no light at the end of tunnel
is because we're really not in a tunnel, we're trapped in a bubble
the government hired Ian LeDrexis society
Can you explain why you believe hell is firey?
We sufferin from symptons of Drapetamania
Slavery isnt over, it just took a new alias
The day the repository established with a maintenance
almost turned me into an atheist scared of aliens
Why write lyrics when I make a better living
selling freeze dried venom to wildlife clinics?
Because I hate the thought of being a predictable bore
Once you get used to me you wont love me no more
The final soliloquy of the internal paramour
What are we all to do when all this poetry is gone?
I hope god that the imagination of one
A golden tongue can achieve synchronicity with the sun
Transcended beyond the flesh and the blood
Because this is level 1, after this, then my message is done
Yeah you can't battle me, so you'd rather embarrass me
I maintain dignity in the face of calamity
They reach out they hand to me and talk dishonestly
But I read through their syntactic structure like Nome Chopski
A student so overzealous I motivate my trainers
I'd rather get some now then to get some later
Take a break from writin rhymes on paper
You're disrespecting my character
Change my nature with seven days of Opasanaf
Let go of the stress, man I was deeply depressed
So famished in fact, I needed a rest
To regenerate my mind
Bless the cornerstone of my rhyme with corn oil and wine
To see the light in the luminous paradime
That became more apparent with time, All I had to do was follow the signs
To be a better man, I need help
I just gotta find an inner link between my deity and myself

[~B!RD!E~]

Originally Posted by Kiari

Triple Punctuation.
No emphasis included.
Pointless.

I LOVE U 2 KIARI!!!

[~B!RD!E~]

This is the master thesis, underneath the deepness,
Come to Chat Ave Forums where you can read this,
Run a plot on the map in hyperspatia,
From the Society for Scientific Exploration,
Color is vibration, vibration is sound,
Sound resonates thru the mouth - check it out,
what I say vibrates no less than 9 ways,
South, South-East, West, South-West, East,
North, North-East, North-West,
And black and white images fade to gray sound waves,
Trap my adversaries like a mouse in a maze,
With a bewildering array of lyrical display,
The best of B!RD!E, orbitally rearranged,
Monoatomic elements with adept intelligence,
The highest professorship, my English etiquette,
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch,
My circularized third eye sees all,
Atlantis was surrounded by four seawalls,
I read one-fourth of the Library of Alexandria,
Before it was burnt to the floor,
I wish I could've learned more,
About the shapes of the sacred geometry they used to draw,
They were new millennium but Euclidian in form,
Ancient in many ways but not nearly as old,
Carved from Egyptian gold molded in Assyria,
With processed beryllium by the quintillion,
They cooked on symmetrical stoves with my logo,
Etched above the hole where they inserted the coal,
And they barbequed birds to the bone,
And they burned incense in a Buckminster Fuller type dome...
I talked to Mr. Fuller over the phone,
And he said he had a contract to rebuild Rome,
He said he didn't wanna' do it alone,
I told' em I was busy writin' poems but I'd think about goin',
The process was slow and the dough was low,
But I took it as the perfect opportunity to grow,
Plus I had never traveled that far from home,
But I heard about the beauty of Cydonian snow,
Neon-green grass,
Statues made from translucent glass,
I'd be crazy to pass,
I like Altarian Jazz, the blue twilight band
That plays tunes from a laser black sax,
It sounds so laid back, it helps me relax,
I bought the album after seeing K-PAX,
Oh how I miss my nautilus,
I was told pharyngoamygdalitis did not exist,
You have a modest case of scaphocephalous,
I'll prescribe some neo-gothic antibiotics,
With words concocted from the lyrical locksmith,
Deadly as 10 droplets of Ricin Toxin,
From every angle the competition gets boxed in,
As Dr. B!RD!E indoctrinates his doctrine,
Translate the English alphabet to the omega text,
life is now but death is next,
Post bond out on bail from the belly of hell,
Communicate thru diatonic and pentatonic scales,
These darkside tales might affect sales,
I'll set sail hunt down erect sperm whales,
Use the aphrodisiac to get a female called ginger tie her up and drink her gingerale,
Grand Marnier for me - scotch on the rocks for you,
Your vocab is smaller than a kokkatoos,
In the studio with James Lipton reminiscing
About the script that was written before the beginning,
All of a sudden the boos turn to applause,
My jaws stronger than a Kenenday Macaw’s,
Can't even count the bars I've expended so far,
I don't wanna' rap no more it's been sooo long,
I wish the clock would hurry up and tick,
I'm out in the bush and the sticks humpin' 100 klicks,
Dr. Scholls gave me a good fit,
Me and him went to school together back in 96,
When I was really ill,
Puttin' Planck energy in a rhyme the size of a tylenol pill,
You wanna' laugh now? and cast your belligerent doubt?
I show you what poetry's really about,
The side effects'll make you pass out
Followed by skin rash itching diarrhea nausea and dry mouth,
You want a time out? you better spit a rhyme out,
Before the community of real MC's die out,
College Students say to me "You ain't smart",
And the trials and denial about "This ain't art",
These are the contents of the Covenant of the Ark,
Listen to my chest beat tell me this ain't heart,
You gotta be as obsequious as the disciples of Jesus,
This my Master Thesis

[Fearless™]

omg! my posts!!! they're gone!