Release the Kraken: Wyz360's Verse

Rap addict, Trapmattic

Boom Baptist

w/Sneaker Habits

Just Peep the track list

Tactics

Heralded as a martyr, but a Martian

seems to be what gets you, geeked the fastest

Crumble the comp like Wax rappers

brandished the quill tip, blot spots, keep it crackin' Captain!

I Breathe in 5 Dimensions, My pension

Workin hard to get Freeze frames to leap to Action

Seen them Passin, Bleed the Passion

Feed the Massive, Mashin' hard on the throttle

they trying to give us all some chicken feed for Rations

Spit from Emcees, Deejays proceed to scratchin'

Foundation gotta be sturdy, ya Heard me?,

Wars fought With and For solid assets

Won't speak w/Plastic, I see the Beasts ya Bastards

The Beats are Banging,

but why they got ya'll speaking Backwards???

tracking your speech and patterns

got the bleakest habits

something ain't jiving, but it's gotta shake,

so we Release the Kracken

They won't like it when I'm angry

Just keep me being a Peaceful Abbot

Stay on my good side, till I'm deceased and ashes...

D. Abshire

"Wyzdom360"

November 26th, 2011

Random B.S. 13

Socially Awkward, with a Pack Mentality/

Youngsters don't get it in like we did, New REality/

New Day, As I'm lacing up some New J's/

Swear by My Lebron 8's, Version 2, Summit Lakes/

Just as classic as my very First pair of Grapes/

Entourages go Hella Hard, Plus the Cool Greys/

Back to the subject on My Plate, Flip it on 'em like Eggs and STeaks/

Veal with Chimichurri, Play my Album like Trumpets, Shrooms/

Vintage Classic, Healthy Marriage, Wedding Groom/

Bedding soon, simple drawn out courtship/

Neo augmented, but I never divorced it/

Still got Wu, Kast, and The Roots, cemented in my Veins/

Legendarily Maneuver smoother, void of measurements, persuit of, taking it to the 5th plane/

3rd Dimension is so 10 years ago, 10 years from start, I was running thangs, Never had a change of Heart/

I'm Ready for the Change/

Change of scenery, something you should try often/

Change Perspectives, increase your Profit Margins/

Nobody really wants it, last Martyr was Marvin/

Died for his Music, promptly brought him coffin/

Blood from his Chest, he replied Coughin'/

Hmmm...Run tell dat like martin/

Lawrence/

Wyzdom360

David A. Abshire

August 14th, 2011

Incense and a Light:

New Posts, Stay Close to the Vest, Heart of it towards the Most/

Space Jam Dunks, peepin 'em out, for Blogs we gon quote/

Thinking of coppin' 2 pairs, writing Recipes, Rights of Passage, Hope/

Righting Ways, As we Blaze, Make sure we stay Dope/

Jammin the Light, Standard to Write, Incense/

Nag Champa, Beautiful Candles, In Tins/

Measured in Candles, Yes, so Intense/

Beats bumpin from the Box, a pair of Amped up Tens/

Trans gender and the pathway to convention/

Honest Expression, YEAH, We are Comets that ascend/

Legacy Eternal, More than the wax or Rpm's/

Big Band HipHop Jazz Funk, Just Past the founding 4 elements/

5th Dimensions, Multiplicity actually, If it ain't working, add another/

Long as the Connections ain't broke, Know 360 Degrees of Self, Before you add another...

D. Abshire

June 22nd, 2011~6:30pm

Heat in the Summer of 2011:

If it's Heat for your Feet, then WE probably Rock em/

New Release, Nike Quick Strikes, Probably Got'em/

Cheech and Chong on 4/20, Ain't comin out Boxes/

But I was talking Movies,

Yeah, Still we DeadSTock'em/

Payed our Dues in the Game,

Fresh Samples Stay Choppin/

Voted for Obama, now The Other Shoe is Droppin/

Damn Congressional Bullshit, Politicians stay robbin/

Grass Roots and Middle Class,

like it's the Approved Option/

Health Care for the Poor and Righteous???,

Hell Naw, that's Crazy Language/

Same discussion's been going on

since Slum Vill was droppin Tainted/

Funny how that applies now,

like Slum Vill freshly stated/

The Socio Political, rests hard, it's Heavily weighted/

Now days, Broads're playin games,

Story ain't changin'/

Used to be Hubby's,

now They just want dudes chasin/

I ain't Fido Baby, You Washed up and Hydro plainin'/

Trying to build Future, Liquid assets & 40 cals,

Prefer mine Nickle plated, Sexiest when Steel's Stainless/

Black and Gold like my Saint's is/

Punisher's War Stories, The Armory stays bangin/

Pictures Painted, getting framed in/

Like Sam I see what's Changin/

Heat in the Summer of 2011, It's gettin worse, start arrangements/

D. Abshire

April 15th, 2011~12:43a.m.

Random B.S. 12

What happened to Real People/

All I see is REal Evil/

85 % of them still got no clue/

Sad to say, they're Ill Feeble/

Dead Walking, pills and Needles/

Gross, the wounds bleed through/

No time, what matters is true/

Pragmatic, transparent, Sincerely, I will lead you/

My motives run the gambit, frantic, the panic seeds you/

No antics, Prayers from Mantis, Cannabis cups and avalanches,

painted broad scopes, on the easels/

Making airways for you to Breathe Through/

taking the clay out your eyes, making it easy to see through/

Find your Craft, board the vessel, cross the troubled waters like a Seadoo/

Don't be fooled, You've got a Mind that should be used/

Positive Movements, build Momentum, Fly like Eagles/

Push past the Gun metal blanket, Speckled Freedom, Aquamarine Blue/

to be continued, never tainted, Holding court, Serve and volley, there's no Plaintiff,

Imagery sharp as the ancients, Never be afraid to be You....

David A. Abshire

March 4th, 2011~1:51p.m.

Soul Searching:

Rappin, what I've been tappin on key boards/

dreamin, of being the Emcee layin on seashores/

Dealing, while screaning ways to receive more/

Striving to be More, while most times, just be bored/

Scrappin, trekkin through the traffic to see more/

Helped my close homie through a couple of sei-zures/

still putting it down, profound as I mentor/

Discern what I'm feeling, in my soul, to be sure/

Life can be Super Ugly, turn you to Egor/

depress you like Eeyore/

Grind through it all, as we building up report'/

Cultivating the beauty that blossums like Seymour/

Walking with Fine Ladies, classy and demure/

Find what makes you Happiest in your soul then report/

what you need most, trust me will be yours/

Skippin with Sally, scoopin up shells by the seashore/

Skating with Suzzy, seamlessly smiling like before/

Whatever it is, internalize it now before/

the movie's all over, Life's always a Scene short...

David A. Abshire

February 17th, 2011~5:43a.m.

Lost Love:

Is it wrong to buy 10 year olds Shotguns/

Mom did that, so sad, Now she's laying dead, Shot by son/

Growing up in South Central Louisiana, Gun safety, more than pushing Buttons/

see the Big Lil' world turning, anorexics to gluttons/

Watch Kids turn emo, no attention at home, need to be shown that to properly function/

Poor Grades, Bully tirades, Need more Mentors, less gore greater neighbors/

only a thin line from Anakin to Darth Vader/

pumpin' out beats for us to speak over, Is Peace over?/

People seem to cross more than the Fader/

Used to have rules, now it's too cool not to be Sober/

They going up like Elevators, Odyssey's like Homer/

Looking for the Golden fleece, slaughtering the youngest like they golden Sheep/

hopped up on Speed, they never get a moments peace/

Steadily searching for a Pieces of the Devils Pie/

fidget terribly in one on one convos/

Fiending for that game and the console/

they need some consults/

too uncomfortable to look up in your eyes/

Surprise Surprise, the ones that do seem to be soulless/

Frigidaire to Frigid Air, Love in my heart, Greatest of all, So I'm never gonna be homeless/

Till the Last breath I take, Spit nothing but the Truth and Dopeness/

Potent, as I face my opponents/

D. Abshire

January 6th, 2o10~4:30 a.m.