[lost within a forest, and feeling lost within himself, Dispia arrives at a clearing in the wood, and beholds a sword circling within a lake of boiling water. the hand holding it rises up, and he comes face to face with a bone-chilling apparition. the ancient soul holding the sword eventually hands it over to Disipia, proclaiming the blade's name to be Shivermist. with this new addition to his growing arsenal of powerful magical implements, our protagonist takes heart, and finds his way back onto the right path once more, eager to seek out the Dragon man with renewed vigor.]
midway upon the journey of life / i find myself surrounded by compounding downers, mental drowning in strife / i had common cents, loose change, squandered it / played the fool, made mistakes, paid for in advance, too late to ponder it / the wonders that i flaunted, like an undead hero / no wonder why i'm haunted by an underfed ego / it's unbelievable, i should've weebled when i wobbled / evil sacked me at the ankles, frankly just to leave me hobbled / just to see me humbled rather, lather my hope with lye soap / this soap opera ode to that fat lady's high notes / the light at my wand's tip is virtually extinguished / spell's broken like english, egg-yolked face, joke's finished / now i try to plow forward, mind clouded by doubt / the tree swallowed me down here, now fear hollows me out / the wizard never warned me of this perilous fact / spiritual armor cracks, upended, unattended and under attack /
i came upon a clearing in the forest that gave way / to boiling lake of fire, wand in grip, i made my way / beheld a sword close to the center, as it circled like a shark fin / the blade forged of orichalcum darkened as i harkened / suddenly the hand that held the sword appeared from underwater / and a soul arose bone dry, an apparition sorta / he drew a deep breath, released a long sigh / and began the following discourse, borderline diatribe /
"long indeed i've tarried 'neath these murky depths, mind you / knowing you'd eventually find me, and thus i'd find you / but alas, it seems you need to find yourself & sense of purpose / the stench of pride doth reek upon you, vanity is worthless / realign with the divine, the source from whence you first were issued / and muse not upon the ruse, only to lose the muse that kissed you / now prithee come hither, rather than wither within your bitterness / receive the sword i offer thee, the legendary shivermist!”
i took grasp upon the hilt of the sword, ready / to compensate for added weight, but found it most unheavy / i felt an strong bond, like the one unto my wand / as if the handle held my hand, and as i handled it, was calm / word is bond, it was a thing to behold / the stuff of legends manifest in the flesh, sung by troubadours when retold / three fold blessings, emanated from the sword's aura / the raised blade glistened, it flayed the air, hissin / nature sprung to life, as the everglades listened / i gave praise & prayed "may you slay my wicked victims!" / as if it understood the meaning of my plea / the sword tilted at the hilt and bowed to me, with this decree /
"behold i am empowered by a multitude of energies / astral cherubims and master seraphim in synergy / know that thou art blessed, fortune favors thy just cause / now reckon with thy past, and trust in love as the just law!”
The latest release from D.C. rapper Tef Wesley, featuring Grussle on production. Hard beats and tough rhymes that evoke 1990s hip-hop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2016
