verse: Well, i'm a little bit bored today;
i can hardly think what to write about,
But this beat indicates happy moods like showers...
So i guess i'll fake through an absent muse,
And prove dues to cruise through tunes loosed to groove!
Now, not unwithstanding a lyrical prowess;
Been reading and writing rhymes since i had my first glasses.
Didn't much matter the subjects i took,
Since poems been seeping from my bones since i was about seven.
Sworn in by Whitman,
The laureate before me,
Hosted the greater portion of the nineteenth century, But
'Twas Poe who apprenticed my flows,
Taught me prose, lit torch, before his spirit slipped its coil; to
Quoth his Raven, "Nevermore."
Though he never told me about 'Reynolds' till a minute ago.
i borrow from everyone who's got some wisdom to spill;
3Dimensional's the name;
And it's a pleasure to meet you.
chorus (1:03): That's M-I-L-O;
3Dimensionals' penmanship
A quill and ink-well are my honed apparatus.
It's T-E-R-M; inscribing instrumentalist
Got parchment to note an ITEnerant lyricist!
You M-O-V-E; through beats loosed to groove
I S-T-I-C...
----- (i see to cadence and flow!)
------------- To K-dence and flow!
Crop know-how from both
--------------------------------- boast produce to show;
Coax stoked shoots from folks;
Spores supported to grow!
verse: Hey Termite, i took liberties with structure,
Because i use an broad palette
To paint portraits on measures.
2-4...twice...6 to 7... didn't suit...
See, it was stepping on my verbical shoes!
My cues bruised, was fooled, feeling confused,
So i stitched a little together to give my brushes some room.
Melodically solid, but temporaneously erratic,
The pictures i paint require much larger canvases!
i flock to coaction -
I'm a susurrations of sparrows -
Inclement weather serves to puff up my feathers!
i hide treasure chests filled with verbs behind water falls,
i've raincoats for trade, and tours upon the hour.
Your musical fair wind lets me tack upon waveforms,
With sea legs under me; born salt of the earth.
Navigate to choral,
i bear storm surge and gale force wind;
Containing multitudes name me 'The Million Things'!
chorus: i'm M-I-double-L;
Yon things, (a universe)
Taking some names and gathering a natural census.
Your T-E-R-M; as cosmic digITElist
Got tethers to weather a tempestuous lyricist!
You M-O-V-E;
through beats loosed to groove!
i S-T-I-C...
----- (i see to cadence and flow!)
------------- To K-dence and flow!
A voyage from both
------------------------ boasting ropes to show.
Port coaxed folks from shore;
Wind to belly the sails!
verse: i suffer sinners and saints,
Each are welcome at my table;
These fables i paint train strains down to the level!
i babble disheveled;
Broken banks are my capital.
WCJ's: a part of humanity's hope!
Awoken cahoots; births some futures to rest in.
Collaboration itself? Such a beautiful thing!
This is a New Years revolution;
Evolution of impoverished notions,
Grow out and spread coast to coast!
Good to spin tales
On instrumentals not sequestered for sale.
Lyrical harpoons; i'm Ahab,
And slaying my whale!
Can't say for sure but i bet competitors pale,
Fail like banks on the tail of double-aught-eight!
Let's make some waves in pavement
Like San Andreas -Earths' notification-
And hope for forests!
i'm large, containing contradiction and portion,
Past monikers aside,
Name's Prometheus Lorax!
chorus: P-R-O-ME, ocean corals are bleached;
Been demoted by gods; but i postulate -theus!
L-O-R-A; -X seals my deeds!
"Mister, I am the Lorax; I speak for the trees!"
That's T-E-R-M-ITE; noble instrumentalist,
With a roof to shelter an orphaned lyricist!
You M-O-V-E;
Through beats loosed to groove!
i S-T-I-C...
----- (i see to cadence and flow!)
------------- To K-dence and flow!
A-P-O-L-Lo! Tears loosed to pardon;
i spy fine lines to pry apart powers from gods!
No M-O-N-E. 'Y' slave away every day,
When i could instead bring the fire and pines?
Do you S-E-E the forest for the trees,
Or beat feet, and erode the roof of the sky?
Rain educates me about water flows,
Teaches copious lodes of ecological know-how!
Drop prose from both
--------------------------- boast nautical knowledge;
Sew stoked votes from folks
Coax notions to follow...
Or, to make meet,
Claim fees for thiefs,
Who are breeding deceit,
And sleep solid? (down pitch)