Ok well... On Friday, Savv posted a blog
of rhymes he wrote about the members
of tha Brass Knuckle Poets. (cuz he rawks like dat)
So, Saturday I began writing under the same premise,
I have nt had an abundance of time for it, but I made due.
Needless to say, it got a little out of hand tho. lol
In my mind the ideas are clear, but when I start writing it
seems to grow like wild fire =D. Soon it turned from a couple
verses about each.. into a rant. I did spread myself a lil
thin but the overall principle is solid; however,
there are DEFINITELY holes in places. Some of the transitions
are lacking(to say the least)
Generally, I m content with it... for now,
if you know me I could refine over and over again for weeks
to come. (it is the perfectionist in me)
Also, Iv'e read it a number of times, and each part has
a flow... er meter-cantor. the first time you read over it
It ll probably suck LOL, Be that as it may…
I give you:

‘B.K.P.S. - A Master’s Piece’

Sheeple! May I have your attention?!
Fall in line, gather 'round now & listen!
Imma introduce these men, as I have it written

Dictated in name & inclinations for their position
These soldiers earned the titles, by displaying discipline
Dedicated to the passion of their poetic addiction

(Drow)

First, lemme call on Drow, to begin tha rendition
Aka Each1 Teach1, but I dubb'em the tactician
Becuz every flow is varied, via acute decisions
Always switchin, & differin styles each mission

Incitin vivid imagery, paintin' pictures to envision
Panoramic degrees, radius spins, like rack an pinions
Quickly finds, & flanks foes, for division
A Strategist, similar to Wu Qi, in my opinion

Analyzes the battle field, a combat mathematician
With Biological weapons that massacres all stricken
Gas’em amid toxic clouds, factions fall sickened
Watch the body count amass into piles of victims

Hear his war drum thump, a vicious beat quickens
Such sadistic methods require these fierce rhythms
Not one to butcher with dull cleavers out'da kitchen
He’s more of a surgeon wit'a scalpel, deliverin incisions

Exact and specific, exhibitin skilled precision
With Gleam of wit, watch cerebral steel glisten
Sharp and on point dealin malicious intentions
Slaughters the pathetic and chuckles in derision

Make the weak rethink their reality’s definition
Bendin light spectrums, like colors through prisms
Professor D. students… surrender ta supervision
Teachin each one ways to escape mental prisons

Time to exercise demons & free hordes of minions
Annoit tha afflicted like Chaplins christen Christians
Emancipate & unshackle da brainwashed millions
A Nemesis of’da opposition, but just John to civilians.

(Ant)

Secondly, I summon the Spaniard, on the offense
Rant one, rollin Solo, makin his ent'rance
An army of one... Ant, with his own ca'dence
Freedom mantras echo on his advance
The Cries for autonomy resonant in chants

Gilly suit cloaked, camo’ concealed as defense
The Syllable sniper... surveying the expanse
Sportin black frames, spec scopes that enhance
Wind checks low, so.. span and range is immense,

Identifies, then Targets, enemies at a glance
Heart beats, breathes deep, exhales in suspense
Focuses in, commits on’a mark to commence,
Fully aware, attention wholly honed an intense

Steadfast aim, Statuesque like stance
From Garrand to 50 cal. Sharpshoot'in Sav'ant
Dismember foes with 7.62(mm) malevolence
Trigger squeeze. bolt pulled, casing dispensed

Spinal cord severed, no need for forensics
Sound waves, reverberate da’shots resonance
Smirks Guilt free, deliberately, with no pretense
Concentrates callous verses to illicit decad'ence

His bayonet quill.. that impales like’a lance
Artistic marksman, style trained to in’trance
Pen type Rifle, he caresses in romance
Deliverin insights, via rhythmic radiance

Distinctly, he weaves facts to substance
So naturally, blowing minds is subsequent
To feed the essence with sacred susten’ance
Delicious verbiage, scrumptious like succulent

Concoctin edicts, keeps da’feeble subserv’ient
Kowtow & bow now, respect is prevalent
Condemnin da’contemptuous & exiles da’irreverent
Mandatin new commandments, da ma’fuckas benevolent!!

(Savv)

Next up? Sergeant Savv, of Special operations
A Frisco Militia native… of Irish persuasion,
Rockin green an orange with ‘white’ pigmentation
Known for fierceness, thus… his reputation

Norseman in tha kilt, pride of a new generation
Use to harsh conditions, adjustin for adaptation
A Battle hardened vet with heavy decorations
Silver stars among valor & honor commendations

Covert ops, he's deployed before invasions
Clandestine assignment, his task is infiltration
Expertise in espionage, works best in desolation
Behind Enemy lines for silent penetration

A lone wolf navigates, analyzing constellations
Traverses terrain swiftly, without hesitation
A scout on recon, gatherin vital information
Sent to gain intelligence, conductin surveillance

Records collected data & spies on formations
Verifies all patrols & personnel migrations
Reportin positions of armor & antiair locations
Crackin cryptic codes, findin symbol correlations

Deciphers 2 way conversations & radio translations
Inspect landing zones, pro-paratrooper preparations
All crucial strategic endeavors of future retaliation
Arrangin it logistically for our ‘troupes’ culmination

It’s jus his motus operandi, the perfect application
Savv’s savvy yet ferocious, surpassing expectations
Suave but vicious wit it, from innate inclinations
A poetic chain gun, spitting fiery inundations
Making men cry wit’a a dose of degradation

Chastize ya’ass lyrically then laugh in elation
Like he’s torturing tactically with razor lacerations
A maniac wit a pen, describing methods to amputation
An how he likes the gurglin sounds after decapitations

A psycho projectin verses to torment populations
Like Polpot …a dictator of rhyme, demanding subjugation.

(Marq)

So I guess that leaves me... The archetype (Ar'ki'type)
Commanding da Bar'buryin Art-ill'ery, in tha fight
Bombarding with shells of soliloquies that ignite
Cinders of unrest... anarchy I incite

A riot Engineer, I plot for the plight
A sapper, destroyin foundations like termites
Flood ya crops, by dismantling the dikes
Severe tha escape routes, an take res'pite

Siege warfare, waitem out at the campsite

Hereditary, Nordic clansman, by blood rite
I gather tha Scandinavian tribes & unite
Under one banner of Vengeance... We requite
Razin fortifications and hostiles for spite

Send out our berserkers, woad painted with delight
Motivated by ancient hate, Oppressors we smite
Enraged like a Sunni, dats scrappin wit'a Shiite

Proud Highlander warrior, one dat arrives at twilight
Comin by torch, and announced by 2 bagpipes

The shaman Theologian, bestowin 3rd'eye sight
Metaphorically, blessin 4 cripples, upright
Philosophically, redefine the wrongs & rights
Scribe'in my decrees on 5 tablets, with graphite

Divine the future, cast 6 runes for insight
Elder Futhark stones, whilst incantations I recite
Invoke sacred rituals, burn'a sacrifice for'a fortnight
An Alchemist, smoke screen, mixing Acid with Sulfite

My Philosopher’s stone, I spit Gold not pyrites
Other fools flake like mica, ya mundane and trite
Master of Arms, Blacksmith, craftin beautifully, I write
Factually, honestly, brutally & forthright

I wield the 'mourning' star so they weep in fright
Scared to be found, escape underground, from sunlight
Unleash the Hounds, Hunt'em down, find their site
Raptor Master, Falconer, send my Hawks to flight

Cowards, doomed to be revealed, truth uncovers despite
Tha facade, or veneer masks, now'dey plead me, contrite
Judge, jury, AND executioner, I sign to indict
Then petition stocks’n’gallows from my woodwright.

The Township’s spectacle, a crowd gathers this night
To watch’em hang, excitement flares like cordite
String'em up, lett’em fall, see tha noose slip tight.
Gaspin faces turn blue… then pale to white
Celtic chieftain cursin wit’a plague or blight
Pestilence to all rivals, Fear’ dis new age knight.

(Conclusion)

Hence, Honor these soldiers, be polite & pay homage
Respect and bow now, we may release you from bondage

For the ignorance you reside in, has u hostage
Wandering hungry in the forest, so u resort to for’age

Ya Blinded by plum’age, & lost in the foli’age
Scavengers of the jungle… tryin ta steal some porridge

We da bears wit fangs, now, goldie hear our roar’age
Sharp tongues unsheathed to brandish da word’age

Yet, no need for fear, dig down, seek thy courage
Trust, more heart lies deep… within you in storage
Find tha inner strength to carry ya through this voyage

Rest, treat ya wounds then wrap’em with a band’age
We’da Ranger life guides, best take advant’age

Poets holdin PhDs with degrees, to enlighten the savage
Slice through hypocrites like a katana does cabbage

Easily, we manage each adage, which can liberate or ravage
Wieldin usage of verbiage carefully, to either free or do damage

Damn it! pay attention, We bring the tools for tha masses
Couriers of a message with maps to da passage

We lead the way, as the possessors of know’ledge
Esteemed envoys sent to restore value of language
Repin diverse lineages… from Madrid to Bainbridge
Many leaders were raised, but it took tha village

Blood lines with Historical ties… like wine we’re vintage
The B.K. order came to shock, & leaves a vestige
This is tha company I keep, so consider it a privi’lege.

We jus the…
Sages of modern times, who enlighten minds, of others
A Guild of Artistisan-Craftsman, these my fu-brothers
Ingenious and creative, Str8 literary hustla’s…
so I’m not much on quotin another,
Since we original and copy cattin’s for suckas
But If I may?
allow me conclude on 'St Crispin' cover... just to refute rebuttals…
We da few, we happy fu’s, we band of… brass knuckles.
=D
9-14-09 By MarQ (Archetype)