RHH: Illogic's Celestial Clockwork?

Your thoughts?

I liked his flow on the album, also the movie samples. The album was talking about

time passing and change a lot as the title indicates. It was kinda a thematic album,

a little abstract.

BQ: Rate it

BQ2: Rate this illogic verse:

If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures

If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures

To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers

To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter

Pressure increase unleash the catacomb splitters

And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw

When you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfalls

If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex

But that's like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex

Or why the young planet's seeds won't blossom into a garden

Parallel to your search for stardom where you leave breadcrumbs and jargon

That you can't even feel. So how's that for surface tension?

Every step shows you're a worthless henchman itching to meet your maker

I'd rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paper

Voice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor

If seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades

Then a thoroughbred's accuracy isn't the focal point of perfection

Therefore you trudge through waist-high sludge and caramelized paints where

Prints left, taint every breath

Inhale - golden oxygen, then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil surface

Take a small step for man and ascend a stairway to heaven on pegs

To take a giant leap for mankind to stand and keep your legs

What a dilemma to hold hands with

Sanity's a steep cliff of gift

And it seems because of your fork-tongued dreams your hands slipped

Rip your canteen of get-rich schemes and set sail on the seven seas

Hooker left that envy to drown in greed

Before you swallow your pride and wash it down with a glass of formaldehyde

I'll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas died

I've tried to rush the wormhole to deliver a eulogy

But the other eight planets follow me to stage a silent mutiny

No more - dodging shooting stars

No more - lashing of asteroid belts

No more - avoiding supernovas and fear of android wealth

If science and religion is the building block for a laughing stock

Then the foundation should crumble at the epicenter of the aftershock

The bow breaks at the vinyl spots

The cradle of all this crime rate drops

I've timed hate crops harvest to see if records of frisbees flop hardest

Well that would depend on the trajectory

The verse actually keeps going.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aavBigXvy4

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