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[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Life’s a War

Starting to feel as if I will forever be stuck in showdowns

But do not mistake that statement. Never afraid to go rounds

I am not kidding unless still a pup or kitten

Hard hitting, sharp spitting, and smart written

Bitter your mood then

Dare you to be rude

No, yes sir. Suggest you lesser pests get skittering

 In a mind state to show I’m great. Let my demons demonstrate

Why heavyweights are tempting fate attempting to physically sedate

           A rebel that revels thinking on another level

           And the metal to mettle with brothers who have medals

                       Soon discover the tune

                       And words with doom

           Fate-ally wounded by a shovel wielding devil

 I am not Strange but I am weird. Will not change how I am geared

Not the first Cain but a cursed brain that will bring your worst pain feared

           A dichotomy? Nope. Not according to a recent telepathic lobotomy

           Done by a metaphysical psychologist who taught to me that I got to be

                       Myself, even if an oddity

                       Such is a rare commodity

           So go out and live plus give the “Norm” sodomy

 Weathering the Storm. Wetter flow whether blowing aero, terra, or hydro born

Letter grade M meaning medicine. Shredding up regular, stems, seeds, and pop corn

           Do not worry because I am buzzed still far more clever

           Not forgetting a thing, always holding my shit together

                       If anyone endeavors

                       I’ll be back like a Saiyan

           Just saying DRAC is forever getting better

 Because life is a war that goes for ages and refuses to lose to any aegis

Ready and steady even against heavy encores. Staying heady while filling these pages

           Not leave them empty. Especially if pockets are not

           Got envy with tendencies to apprehend whatever tempts me

                       Sensing out menacing emcees

                       Then mincing them and rinsing clean

           Dispensing by any means. Meaning no one’s been meaner since me

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Broke Perfectionist

Broke perfectionist No. It does not mean what you...      ...okay, I am broke Heart shattered Mind cracked Soul splintered Bank empty Oh and, as an artistic  Obsessive compulsive Do not fit the quantity over quality mold I guess I am a broke... Series: Live Feed Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Redrum Ledger

Again, they’re getting puffy saying Cain snuck in the game Yeah Lady Luck did it; but I am the one who stuck with it No fucks given; Still saying I’m not made for this I stayed for this, never played a bitch, paid for this Been waylaid plus held at barrel and blade for this Every day it is what I do; never prayed for this Just the way it is, never swaying from who I am Don’t give a damn; I know that I was raised for this No. I wasn’t raised to dis, but if you insist in fists Or jousting with wits then I’m ousting you bitch Don’t be stupid; too fluid to be pursued by you With liquid flow; Yeah, I’m dowsing you bitch Always a few steps ahead while walking with a busted leg Got you pegged; With no M.D. but still House-ing you bitch Still not steel loaded but got you by the throat Got that? I’m Top Cat. Which makes you the mouse in this bitch Rousing with shit; wanting to incur some wrath Could use a laugh. Here, let’s do some math If you choose a path? How many do you have? One? Two? No. None. See how I’m deducing that? Nope? Guess it’s hopeless to educate dummies Right there is why I keep such small company But my tummy’s hungry, so who wants to come chill? Known to kill for beef. So, everyone keeps running from me Like, Cain has got a gun. Godless night just begun Can strike pain without one. Hottest right under the sun Don’t be Icarus and fly to close that’s how you get roasted Toast you with ferocious quotes. Have you, make yourself ghosted Approach with care. I’m the beast from the bible Survival nigh impossible. Only one way to earn the title Want to be an idol like me then get your brain out of idle Work by force ‘til Charlie Horsed. Can’t be champ if your cramps require Midol Not a recital; No read through on life; No reset This is vital; Live today as if your last. No regrets Suicidal look but plan as though you will live forever Never settle on second; and every second get better Whether the weather is calm, or if it gets wetter Sever negative thoughts from head and play memory shredder Be clever and trend set instead of following trend setters And have no vendettas; precisely excise eyes.The WAR ledger is red to the letter Series: X Sin-to-Mint Artist: Wordsmith Alchemist Roman aka Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Working Against Rules

Go on and dismiss me You can kiss my ass while I walk away I am here to talk today About Working Against Rules Tempt me And I will empty my tool Hold up! The weapon is my brain Trained gray matter Not steel but still hardened And with sharp words Can dishearten Low or no morale Makes it hard to get starting Apart from having you depart Picking up your parts after your parting Beg your pardon? Nah, there is no excuse for you To choose to act a hoe So now this john will let loose And bruise a joe Average is all you are So to the industry you are a slave Small, can only crawl Flows remixed, roads repaved Mix matched, scratch attempts Limp noodles. And it’s Ramen Not Roman, I can get Raw man. Christian, Druid, Buddhist, plus Shaman God of War, not God of Gods, Amun… No, Amen. Though I toot common But that’s fair Ro keeps on bombing Pharaoh X, sicker than the Saw Man Off liquor, now quicker than law men. I get Strange The establishment is an elaborate hoax It won’t change I don’t have to. Won’t be one who chokes. Fuck rings, chains In gold, silver, platinum, or otherwise That constrain And the real know when a brother lies The rope strains Expensive noose around neck Your hope Cain-ed Sensitive clowns bruised and checked Entertained By constraints restraining you painfully Interred taint With mind frames that show I’m not sane fully Series: W.A.R. (Wordsmith Alchemist Roaming) Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

WARiors Awaken & Revolt

My eyes are the type that can shake and make bad pastors cry I pray every day to find new ways to outlast and survive Stay unafraid of the fray; willing to flay to outclass and thrive Try to play and prey on this outcast; I bet eat your ass alive Bring gloom and doom; like a tumor I will metastasize A Cancer; ain’t an answer to me; nothing will save your body in this clash tonight Without steel and friction brass ignites Not a single sound or flash of light Bound to be found soon for these tunes because loons are always fast to fight Never have a white flag up on this mast alright Sever chickens at their neck then add a dash of spice Favorite galley my vixen’s valley; eat that ass like rice Only serve what’s deserved; unnerving mirror that will bring your past to life Charm and disarm you; harm you? Never rashly slice Will need an army of armored arms and armaments; won’t let you take my ass alive Nope. Cash won’t suffice Dope? Cashed after dice Rope around throat; sound of hope dying. If you trying just know you’ll be pacified King of the Ring that swings quick with lefts and massive rights Will bring the sting to the government on their beloved classifieds Been years since they feared our tears; in need of gas and a light Freely express from my chest about our cesspit; just the first of, not the last of rights Observe how I curb the disturbed; cursive cursing preserving your last rites Never just blurt; works worded berserk. Sling dirt to bring hurt; Got blasting writes Exposé bashing knights X’s prose flashing bright Illuminating our state and wayward fate. Stand strong and calm; could be the last of fights Series: W.A.R. (Wordsmith Alchemist Roaming) Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

WAR is Raw

High rising then soaring Cool head, well thought. and collected Even though consciously Knowing feelings are considered ineffective Resilient in hopelessness Still in when encroached in less Endlessly approaching stress But going on, strolling strong Roaming free because the Emcee Roman C. is the best Come from the land of whacko men Waco, Texas is no barren wasteland But comparing us to any hood Is an unfair representation No hesitation In saying I have been facing Trials and tribulations That to those gazing Have their hearts’ racing Just watching Got them on their feet and pacing Because they can see It’s not an easy feat To keep these soles blazing Yes, I sold my soul But not for a full bill fold Instead a hold on this head Already filled with gold Alchemist turning pencil lead into money Green thumb too raising cash in a flash Don’t be a dummy When something seems too good to be true Or people act funny Then scrap that ass Have’em running like something is coming out their tummy Still need no Tommy Unless its’ Padre with his steel will Only got one Nightmare Does not fight fair Always 100 and real deal Then there’s Brain With more intelligence in his Pinky Then I can think to ink But both us full of love for stinky, ill kill f you feel this track Then come chill with DRAC This head and heart’s complex Was wrecked and got lost Chaos crossed through thoughts But back now is Artist X Because somehow, someway I make everyone pay Ready to take on and pick a part who’s next Vexing by outlasting Outcast casting hexes Using text to sever necks And watch now, how a clever star dissects Ladies go ahead and try X Spread legs and enjoy X-tasy With your soon to be Ex’s Head busted and knocked out next to me Threats of beef Just wets my teeth So please test these testes and see The heathen within Seething to begin For bleeding again Which for me is as easy as wrecking beats Hoorah! War is raw So I saw Through all competition And y’all just wishing Thinking you can stop me on my mission To share my vision Expressing what I feel Whenever I like That’s why I am raw in war Leveling the score The only bars I’ll hit When I win by unanimous decision Series: W.A.R. (Wordsmith Alchemist Roaming) Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Waging Life’s War

Man, how I am still rolling around on four wheels? That are currently in desperate need of currency Came near a damn dear, no bumper, hood, or grill Searching any matching cars in salvage yards urgently Thought I had enough green but it seems they want more bills Fighting the torrent current of life and concurrently In battle with a wicked witch whose non-existent core’s ill Surging with a scalpel, scalp pulled, Roman Unorthodox surgery As a man I cannot put hands on her but she’s a goddamned whore still Door still ajar from boyfriend that came and went Room incensed and perfume rinsed Door seal parts, first john comes in and then again But she stays steady, always ready for more steel Prick spits another splat then gives cash and splits fast Bitches’ semen enriched kit cat next to be fed off soon to be dead riff-raffs Some young, fun-loving Gits, who truly believe they run shit Succumbing to two lips and a tongue that says come get She’s no dumb bitch. Catches every coming pitch Knows how to get sums sunup to sundown Quick tricks, just one way to become rich And that burning feeling sent you reeling, for real? And what would you expect from a hoe that would accept Groupons on a 3 for 4 deal?

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

The Never-ending WAR

And once more I am at war with a pen The question being, where to begin? Do I dig into skin, pick apart heart? Split this wig, expose brain frames as art? Metamorphose; electrical synapses translated With no lapses in finesse, skillfully annotated Verbose prose; essence enclosed Enfolded in circuitry; every stroke calculated Binary rhythm, soul living inside posted prison Mini ghosts of me in many notes, just listen Close your eyes; let your ears envision The vision: Self-contained My mission’s – Explaining: Artistry requires soul That spirit fills life Life imitates art But the first part Is what’s seeming hard For most to get right Even though these hoes Are semen filled And take it hard like It’s Armageddon Vicious submission-ist So your arms’ getting Snapped, back behind your back Snapped, yep supposed to have straps Full Metal Jacket, stay ready to attack Full Metal Alchemist turning pencil lead into gold stacks Maybe to heavy But one of the lightest you’ll ever meet And I don’t mean skin But as in the weight class I compete Beat you senseless Defenseless against this stampede Trampling you Underneath these feet These feats scrambling you Standing on you And on top of the Game Top pedigree But I’m a Cool Cat Bitches be steady petting me And letting me pet their kitty Admittedly I’m getting shitty Even though no one is fucking with me Fuck it though I can do this solo Write, edit, record, produce Now who wants to go? Artist X Because my style is “everything” Harvest meds Then be buzzing on everything Smarter heads Have stepped into but not out of the ring Carving dread Into brains; Never forget Cain is King Killer cause I’m not Able Capable of turning tables Willfully burn labels Sinfully end this To win this before you begin Prenatal Have you fatally aborting Do you and your cohort Know what danger you are courting? This is important I am like a raging torrent With the difference between us This event isn’t very sporting But if you insist I will try to pretend you aren’t boring Please excuse any snoring But before you go retorting And get rip snorting Acting a fool Better keep your cool Because not a round you’ll be scoring Never retaliate one line Because every rhyme’s worth ignoring Reigning and soaring above While raining down blood While exploring love for Strange music and bud I roar in the Mudd Cain’s got it good Take a tour in my hood And be permanently mis-put Series: W.A.R. (Wordsmith Alchemist Roaming) Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)