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Though I may be the eternal incarnation of the creative energies that give birth to the wonders of both Life and Death, I still find time to flirt with that ever elusive emotion that you Humans call Love. Oh how I search! Oh how I toil and slave to find within myself the equilibrium needed to become a viable source of affection! However, much as I try, I find no respite in the physical realms. Dissuaded with this situation, I have taken to dabbling in your virtual realms, and have taken to "dating sites" to see if my afflictions could be appeased. Lo, I have found no solace. In fact, it seems to me that my alienation has been multiplied thrice by these retched titillators of romance. I am plagued by 98% matches that live in London, a far cry from my humble abode of North Wales. I click on their profiles in rapt horror, dreaming of what could have been if only my social economic state was different. Oh, Universe! Why doth thou seek to punish me with your blasphemous torture???? And, to make it worse than it ever could be, whilst perusing the available dames of my local area find only enemies and vagrants that only a mother could love. It is as if the world is working against me purposely, laughing at me as I then click away in disgust and take comfort in pornography's arms. If only I could reside in a more populated area. If only my workplace could have given me more labor, more time to graft and increase my economic stature. Yet alas, they seek my doom, and tomorrow I attend a hearing regarding my criticisms of my active managers actions in regards to his management. It is a depressing scene my lovely readers. Pathetic on all accounts. Please be gentle with me, and sooth my ego with your dedicated support.

Hiatus

Dear reader, I am back. After a long hiatus, a self imposed exile if you will, I am back. I am back, stronger, bolder, fuller and more acclimated to this modern world than I have ever previously been. Expect to read poetry, topical articles, personal journals and the ranting ravings of a ravenous soul. I shall be imparting advice where I see fit, I shall be cultivating knowledge and crafting it into wisdom always. I remain ever curious, ever ready to think, feel, listen and speak. Fail me not children. I expect that the written word is still yet to be left dead. Heed me, for I am The WOMB. Heed me, for I am all things.

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I hate this shit I'm fuckin done with this shit I put rhymes to paper but aint ever happy with it my rhymes suck, I don't think i should be rhyming but I'd be lying if I said I could quit the writ, but it's ingrained on me since birth my dad exposed me to the game you see tellin me tales of breakdancing with a boom box with his old pals when they were young outside the shops boppin to classics by my man schooly d my dad brought me up on run dmc and public enemy and nwa, I gotta say, I was educated from a young age and that got me in the mindset of a rhyme head I can't deny the call of rhymes in the night, yet I seem to have this dilemma, a conflict of emotions I want to write a winner but I just end up show-boating and that's not what I wanna do I wanna be true to me, and frankly, this is how I feel for real, and that's another thing that's been on my mind what does it really mean to be 'real' in your rhymes? cause to me, it's coming clean and fuckin off the bullshit and stop forcing this fucking facade on the audience cause if you want applause and a slap on your back jack you got to drop the chauvinistic braggin that's so whack like, I go hard on a track mother fucker, I want you to actually go hard on a track just saying you do, don't mean you do and when you try, it's a crying shame to view now I'm speaking about those young money, cash money that are so bad at rappin that it really aint funny and just to show how easy it is to spit like this I've spit these last few bars just to take the piss and this is coming from a guy who don't even like what he writes now that is fucking saying something right? cause if you analyze the shit that they spit and mine I guess, you'd see that they can't fuckin spit for shit maybe I shouldn't care that music is getting destroyed even the music that I've loved since I was a little boy maybe it doesn't matter, and it probably doesn't but lets look at the consequences of the music that they publish for one, it breeds a certain kind of fan that idolizes materialism in any way they can like buying a new lambo or armarni shoes they could tell you about fashion, but about the world they got no clue and jeez, it breeds greedy motherfuckers and it's true and greed is the root of all evil in you and me, but once we recognize it we can substantially pulverize it but with the masses grasping at that fantasy of fallacy well probably never be following the route that we ought to be we're at a stage in evolution where we don't need to be fuckin each other over so put your gun in it's holster there's no need for meaningless suffering in this life you don't need an education to understand what's wrong and what's right by now we should have the know how to work together it sounds like hippy shit but it'd make the world better peace

grab another can man, don't you understand man? this is the medicine prescribed by my homeland getting fucked up aint enough, to cure the ill so make sure you don't spill or swill the loot fill me to my boots, I choose the booze put on my shoes, and get to a pub soon when we're there I sit in the chair of despair running my hands through my hair aint feeling placid hand me a tab of acid and we'll blot out the sun with mad concoctions this is the way that I live, day in and day out I go and get licked split a bag of weed cause I need to feel the lift and stop feelin shit about the situation that I'm in yo I have to break out when the tunes out if the tunes loud I stand proud amidst the crowd fucked off my face, I still feel the bass mate this trips getting hard to take the colors have started dripping, my minds been caught slipping I need another drink but the bar is a sink and I watch as my money flows into its hole but I do nothing to try and gain control it's out of my hands, you don't understand man this is the medicene prescribed in my homeland this is my culture, I snort sedatives that can corode ya from the inside but it's alright cause I hold tight to my disjointed reality my psychedelic version of sanity this is how I cope, my self medicated dope and only my kind of people will ever know what it's like to spend the night with a group of twisted minds while we try to find a cure for our ailments but we keep failing but we're addicted to the pills that we pop so our ship keep sailing over the ocean blue man please pass me another zute i feel the need for the feel of weed please ease me into my seat while I spiel i think you know the deal can't stand on my feet so I take a seat resting my head and hoping to wake up dead yo, this is how I take my meds

I slip through dimensions the ever present descendant never mentioned in your history lessons since the dawn of time I arrived born out of light blinding to a humans eyes do I need to reprise my statement parralel universes stand adjacent in my peripherals I see variables of outcomes like tv's with broken ariels I get hysterical when I get meta-physical black holes can't suck me in can't lure me in cause my chargrin prevents the universes charms from working their magics, I got a habit of inhabiting planets full of rabid animals and only a few cannon balls

i find myself awake when i should be sleeping, eating when i should have already eaten, playing when i should be working, working when i should be sleeping, spending when i have no money, sleeping when i should be awake, crying when i should be laughing, laughing when i should be reverent, talking when i should be quiet, caring when i should be careless. i am all the things i shouldn't be and i am aware of my behavior, yet my control over my impulsions is low, perhaps one day i shall find discipline. i am a product of my emotions and desires, and that product is procrastination incarnate walking in the footsteps of christ. i am involved when i should be detached, i am generous though i have nothing to give, i say yes when i should say no, i forget what i should remember and remember things best forgotten, i am perfectly imperfect, i am content when i should be blinded by rage, i am energetic when there is nothing to do and lazy when i have too much work, i am loving, i am bitter, i am resentful, i am forgiving, i am beaten, i am elated, i am strong, i am weak, i hope, i do not pray, i think when i should be listening, i listen when no one else does, i am not innocent, i am not wise, i prefer dreams to reality

stay quenched, I drench the track with wet spit a lem sip won't cure the cold shit I spit come quick, the track gets folded, molded I take control of the whole script when i drop this illin style, unlike any begotten child born from nintey one, i drop bombs on em all and watch the show stopping explosions disrupt the flow of natural compulsion for all the humans, so it turns out i aint got any problem with reckin mics for the sake of stardom to be honest, I like my beats heavy and rock steady, so i can flow all night without a pause in my discourse cause I got plenty of those "Oh No!" "he didn't just say that!" lines for those that doubt the promo take a photo it'll last longer, then you can ponder on the wonder of the true mother that gave birth to both life and death and deserves the whole worlds unanimous respect my prospects connect with talented MC's that please the ears of the the womb and will do for years so sit down and chill and nod your head to the rhythm feel the bass in the system, don't just listen cause this aint music that should just be heard but felt, cause its our life and words

it's the five fingers of death coming to take ya breath better step correct unless you wanna end up dead The Womb aint a prude about perusing prudent fools your crew are just straight up tools toys and busters, lackluster prime suckas I start a ruckus with my absurdly proverbial stutters smothered on a beat like pork and gravy creative discourses that are reporting daily dismay on the faces of slain disgraces they take ten paces but can't escape the fate they're facing misplaced propagating makes for mangled procreating stated the man in the mask blast the bass the mass is mackin practically a sage at lyrical backspins and six steps, my intellect aint been projected yet aint even been collected yet I spray like hose pipes, nose wipes better flow hype the prototype of hold tight was hold fast whoa man I got too much gold man stop before i'm old man? No man go home man, I got bars to flow man grow the ol herbal dose on your own man I am the verbal host with the most man corrosive flow that breaks the bow of your boat man don't know? then you better get to know man The Womb plus Zaru equals doom cue the salute, and blaze a zute with the tune prove to the two what it is that you do and maybe then we'll still leave you with your socks and your shoes fu fu fu stew in your pool of discontent The WOMB's hell bent on making minds melt

Chrimson skies Mirror the chrimson in my eyes quite storms light the fires that snap crackle and pop like a burning choir in my heart the wombs caught in the swirling mass of thought brought on by the distorted quartz the rises from the shores abroad and blinds the enlightened with shining beacons of telepathy burning apathy, thats the rhapsody capture me, captivate me, lately the displays of mayhem have been lacking potency so I dispose of those that won't tote their prose in close quarter zones I freeze their domes and destroy their poems without knowin their goals, cause their souls are weak and when I speak I designate room to preach and reach out to who ever's there, bare despair in the wombs peripherals, yeah my story goes that my children don't want to know cause I made some mistakes, what will it take, to break the curse of my eternal learning curve? How long in this isolated prison do I need to serve? Forever detached, my mind is unlatched, strap me to the table cause i need to hold back, my lack of interaction is a constant distraction a fraction of my living spent in complete freedom what's the reason for believing? Maybe it's seeing what others can't perceive, at light speed my intuition proceeds me, deceived by your own words, you can't deceive me For I am The Womb, and I bloom like the flowers rise like the towers, pass like the hours, fall like the fountain, stand like the mountain, roll like the hills and blow like the winds feel the sting of my spring as I pounce with every ounce and fiber of my being this is true passion incarnate, the town alarm won't stop the charge, won't stop the barrage from harming your farming district the intrinsic rhyme mystic, the ballistic spiritual lyricist you can't mimic or diminish, to the finish he spits magma spirits into the mist that twist with each verse he spurts, first things first, my verbal curses perverse the reverse polarities that disturb the worst of normality the tragedy happens to be saddening to me whenever I see these non believers in the hip hop scene, pray to the god rakim KRS-1, the prodigal son one love to those that know how deep this goes rose petals aint got shit on my flows cause they decompose but my flows remain immortal for sho that's the deal for yall remember the soul of yore, compress the tome and store it for later, for you may need it's greater wisdom to sate ya from disillusion and despair The Womb proves that wordsmith are still rare last of the dying breed peace to the zaru king the teagan newydd scene electroniminet is prominent, sing for real, thats just how we do it, north wales for life north wales is the shoeing

So tired of everyone being a better human being than me

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I can see you're confused let the womb re-construe the situation for you on the ones and twos I blaze zutes with my north wales crew flip scripts and split wigs with lyrical tools and spit jewels on the track man, there's nothing like that encrusted golden era rap takes you back on a nostalgia trip give us a pound, no messin around, lets jump out the whip and slip a disc when we stamp and shake our fists we take the risk when we boogaloo step to this wilson fisk can suck my dick he's a prick there's nothing like dissin a mother fuckin sucker in the writ life's a bitch, it is useless to resist it is futile you will be assimilated with the masses while i out run the borg cubes, this is how I sur-vive, with my jedi light side magi rhymes that blind side the dark side the high life aint got nothing on my rhymes like photon force topedos, reep the seeds, o brother where art though when the bombs drop? please don't, leave me here, i fear my rhyme capacity might damage the sphere severe it's a travesty the premise of the poetry is to penetrate the phallacey and demonstrate my mastery of lyrical majesty and thats the way the womb blooms feel those contusions ballooning on the tune fool? crews choose to boo, but I sweep the room with brooms fool the ruse is too wounding to the souls you keep, I take a quantum leap into the stratus it doesn't matter bout glactus I can turn him into fractals with a glance, the circumstance is open man like your mind, try to unlock it if you can my friendly neighberhood spiderman is swinging from the rope he span out of his hand, I can't understand we need a plan why does schoolly d need to walk with a gun in his hand? do you feel what i feel, is what I see really real? does this stream of consciousness got mass appeal? I highly doubt my skills but I need to conceal myself or i will become a killer that got killed by his own words, the verbs curb stomp the world I can't stop this verse from being disturbed from it's slumber, you ready to rumble? I got rhymes like lightning and thunder get torn asunder, and wonder how you might be a mic G but you aint no gaudi or vangough or davinchi of the stage mate, so make way for the eternal immortal ethereal mind state the burning effigy that resembles the legacy of many that have faught and died for their ideology of a peace ridden society, It might just be, something actually worth fighting for g rather than your fisty cuffs over disrespect why not try and come correct and check your fuckin head before another human has to be shot dead when will it get through to you youths on the benefits? this goes out to all the lovers peace out and one love to your mothers, suckers

bring it mother fucker if you think you can step to me you gotta be a prodigy with knowledge of the monastery I'll leave you in misery after I simply display my ability for lyrical supremacy remember g, I've never been bought by the industry cause I believe in being true to the spirit that resides inside of me I don't mind working a normal job and writing bars as long as I'm happy with my lot in life I got no qualms hate to raise the alarm but another brothers mind is dying and I'm trying hard to revive it but I get no help from them or anyone and it's depressing son I think I gotta find myself another home cause these human beings never look inside and I can't provide the right kind of advice to help em get by without hurting their pride it brings a tear to my eye all the time that I've tried but I'll survive, cause I'm hardy like that a tough exterior exoskeleton shell that only cracks in front of my true friends and family that's the burden I've decided for myself to carry G as do many others and we still find time to try and love eachother and support our brothers cause in our eyes there really aint no other way to live our lives it aint no surprise that a lot of people don't really dig our vibes but that's okay, I can be degraded and still walk away without being emasculated but really I don't see why I should have been degraded in the first place it says more about you than me, the way people behave is chilling displaying characteristics worse than a playgroup of children I start to wonder about communities and the people that built them about those still stuck in the system and how it's completely failing them failing me and failing us as a community of we don't you think we should be starting to read from the same pages? every gender, every class, belief, culture and races? we get one existence, lets not live it in ignorance with persistence we can reach the heaven in the distance it's within our grasp, so get to task and better your ass before you can't, cause lifes gonna go past fast if you don't watch if jack

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let's take a walk through the stratosphere my dear, you can bring everything that you hold dear never fear, the womb fuses with grooves like a funky typhoon rhyme blues like john lee hooker do I touch a rhythm, spillin the illest rhyme serums pivot on the spillage and disrupt your penicillin Million dollar man, souped up endoskeleton couldn't stop the hydrogen bomb from killen em all and thats the womb yall and thats how I get down plough the loudest sounds out of a mathmatical mouth always killen em, how? always moving the crowd there's no doubt that it's the almighty everlasting effigy child born out of rakim, son of the acid placid masses prickle the skin like a miracle cactus the microphone masters the north wales pastors preaching to the ever reaching spiritual reactors feel the flattering mass displace your whole body rockin like there's a party but you're not even with anybody thats just how this shit effect me, respect g peace to the yorkshire and north wales rap scenes rap fiends believe me when I drink dreams spit streams and lift mountains over the heads of hip teams they can't describe my vibe, they try but the words they try to use they just won't come out right confounded pulse pounding, ultrasonic sound bits take a ballroom blitz to turn the mosh into pits throw a fit with your feet show me how a beat physically moves you provokes bullet holes in your bullet proof "I'm too cool" "I never went to school" "I don't have no use" "I break all the rules" shield soul yield, expert in the field of being weird never fear the Womb is near pioneer of the cosmos, product of a Mos Def education I am raps misrepresentation and it takes some dedication to reach the pinnacles of The Womb's degradation place your disrespect at my wake partake of my mind body and spirit explicit is the content of the wisdom contained in it it's the revelation of an immortal callin you into orbit can you hear it callin? well I do so, it may surprise you but I might just get sucked into a vaccume and not come back soon cause humanitites doom will be coming around soon

Check the synthasizer might rewind tha track I bring it back like an 808 hi hat slap my leg call me fred I'm doing this to death with the flow so fresh it leaves your soul cleansed absolved of sin you know the drill burn you up like my name was cindaquil like an oil spill my rhymes are slick and I dish em out quick like I was the jack flash pass the mash potatoes my rhymes enable table top dancin micropone mackin verbal backspins thats been the plan since I heard of the game of wax lyracal rappin big in the game you don't know my name but the fact still remains I disdain the skills your lackin the heat I'm packin melts the hands that are definately clappin no respite from the mic try though as I might I am drawn to the stage like pen to a page or bird to the air tap shoes to fred estare if theres a rap show you know I'll be there It's the womb its the womb it's the womb it's the womb

oi, so you wanna out lips me? bit tipsy at the party, nifty ill leave you dead like whitney shave your head like breakdown brittney think you can rap but you aint no 50 and thats saying something cause his rhymes are shitty it's a pitty that you're ready to be squashed by rhymes so heavy like a gram of ketamine I shall make your legs very unsteady it's not bless, you had your guess now I'll break your legs you fucking yetti hairy bitch wanna suck my dick don't care if your thick I'll bang your brains out nice and quick then dash off cause bitch you can't vibe with this spark that spliff it's the original bliss fight with my fists and round house kicks show us your tits, or get the fuck out wow, what you going to do now? my man got bags and sacks so give us your extra cash don't care bout your plans man just get fuckin smashed lad

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Yo its the womb, I got six jeager bombs down my throat throw a hand in the air if the beat is mad dope drunk skills when i kill the mic it aint like I play with sharpened knives when i sit down to write but I might just blast a rass for his art if he can't start his own repitoir there'll be an ass kicking for lack of a better metaphore I can't stand a fucking wannabee hardcore if you know what I mean? blazing up on the scene womb feels the electricity of the essence of being it feels like a dream when you're on LSD and they're making it cheap in the land of the free but thats the way the we deal gotta speak what we feel and at the moment I'm feeling lean to the ceiling I must sing till the sun brings morning

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