A Random Poem About My Day In The Life Of My Mind 2.9 (C) 4-25-2010 Poem by Zahir Kijani

My flow pollutes the Ozone
Blastin sun rays through the atmos
Diggin craters in the Lithos
And the mantle hopefully at most
I spit ultraviolet through my lyrics
Puncture with my nails in faker niggaz than acrylic
I fill in for a villain
And get the feelin
I’m only chillin
When I’m the daunting cause of a killin
I’m sweeter than what maple shrewds
It was funny how on April fools
I fooled the April outta dudes
Niggaz try to bite my style
So I give them a banquet to feast
Gluttonous niggaz but I stay with a smile
While troopin tank men in through East
I’ll give you the last spin like Danny and Tigo
I know the planets orbit wherever we go
Hangin behind the scenes the niggaz on Oz do that
A disciple…It aint hard to tell even Nas knew that
If you take life for granite you’ll be left in it
And if you keep talking Imma leave you kept in it
Got more rings than the planeteers
Fix ya face you haven’t yet been granted tears
Don’t listen if you don’t want a tingle in ya spine
Or wanna hear somethin without tweakin of the mind
But listen to this if you care for a design
Originality plays it’s role in lyricism and those phrases all bein mine
Xeniyah come with rhymes that’ll close the lids on the All-Seein eye
These rhymes just pop into my head
Never once have I planned em
These are the words in the mind of Xeniyah
But the rhymes are at random