Sunday, July 17, 2011

Ball,Strike, Out

Call it a ball, strike, out
Watch the ball before y’all strike out
Before the ball strikes down
3-2 it’s a full type count

You dropped the ball
Then I drop bombs
So foul you could call this blue ball a travesty
All balls don’t bounce, bigups to Aceyalone’s majesty
The balls in my court
Consider balling more than a sport
See four balls and walk to the fort
The base, upon which the game is based
I past the ball and runners advance
The bases bald from hundred of hit and run plans
Guerilla with the bat in my hand
To raise the on base percentage
Keep the eye on the ball
Swing with grace and keep your basic leverage
No balderdash in my sentence
Embalmed, I’m an intentionally walking zombie menace
Balking uncalmly those on the mound of Capitol
So HNIC, eyeballs be Ballrock Oballma with their presence

Swing for the fences with a strike
Pen to the pad so relentess when I write
Lightning struck the appendage of the mic
Strike the official with a line that strikes as right
The umpire strikes back and ejected me
So I went on a strike that protected me
From a labor dispute, the players elected me
Because I rhyme with strike force telepathy
When I strike the mind respectably
So hard to define I strike indefinitely
The clock strikes 9 and regrettably
Time struck rhyme to dead emcees
That struck three times polemically
Against thoughts and minds, it struck me so terribly

Think outside the box
Or be a delinquent fad like pogs
Playing left out at the bog
Outsourcing without a doubt
Outfielders feel outside the lines
Out of power, pout
From outage and clouded mouth
If they outed Plame
By giving out a name
Shouldn’t out of the closet fake rappers do they same
Scandals are atomic vandals and fall out
Throw out the first pitch with calm clout
Dismiss the fist as fouled out
Rerouted the foulest til they got out in a triple play
Tag up, 8 you out on Christmas Day
Like cookies for St. Nicklaus pay
I’ll take a full time out when the pistons fade
Life in life out, call it a pitch out
Don’t count yourself out
But it’s out that each beginning has an end
Over and Out

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