Inert Explosions - dan le sac, Scroobius Pip

Verse One:

When I spit, intensity intensifies

My thoughts contort inside

The thought behind my eyes are bought in simple rhymes

The rest are galvanised, ingested and applied

The waste then ostracised, potential realised

Not a potential to speak as speaking works

But a potential of those very words then by the listener heard

These words, that in my head, once meant nothing at all

Now flow with the full force of a waterfall

And that’s enough force to break the death star

Then I gotta pause, and take a breath

That’s better now, let’s put some words together

Put that letter with this letter till we get a better set of words

A sentence, or maybe even a verse

That we can write and rehearse, and then recite till it hurts

Pack it tight till it bursts, if it feels right then it works

A need to try this in verse, leaving the riot inert

(Frozen) Frozen in a different time

(Chosen) Chosen as a vessel for this stringent rhyme

(Supposing) Supposing we all have these things inside

(Explosion) An explosion’s all you need to make this rhyme benign

As I lay rhymes on this beat my

Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and

If it cuts too deep to take I

Pray the Lord my pen won’t break.

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Verse Two:

This internal spontaneous combustion engine

This evil grandiose, eruption pending

Inside all of us, comatose and hibernating

Until you overthrow the demon at the gate that’s waiting

And when you do, it all just flows through

The roads have no queues, no one can slow you

It’s bright, there’s no hue, the sights are in view

It’s tight and it’s true, each line feels so new

You sit down and write, write, write right now

On your laptop type, type, type now

Everything feels right, right, right now

And you won’t stop and you don’t stop x2

Spoken Word:

How’re you gonna get lost inside a place that you know better than

Any other person in the world, it ain’t clever man?

And what was it that made you get stuck in this riddle?

Before you answer, sip the question a little

As I lay rhymes on this beat my

Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and

If it cuts too deep to take I

Pray the Lord my pen won’t break.

x4