One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

throwing a fist at my abs got ya wrist braking
taken stabs .
.i got this fish shaken going staight in.. a back hand pushed ya face-in

then get to robbin' like dick grayson, peacemaker in my waistband

then dress up like elvis, and go off to rob graceland.

get lost in the hot wastelands, rescued at the hand of Lot and Abraham/

lyrical grenadier liable to blow the spot and scathe-a-man

tryna control the cops to save a man, over rocks I slay the lamb/

i eat paste from can
n i once gave a damn

The day was bland, outcast skies over the metropolis, I waved my hand, and instantly put a stop to this

Apocalypse when these mental clips rip through digital format, zero-one gat from bug to blood splat

but I'm above that drug and thug rap, where gun claps stay behind cats like mud flaps/

My chyna white makes recovering addicts relapse/
Come short on a sack, gatling make ya collapse while ya runnin' laps/

like loops on a sp1200 track, tens years back, when hip-hop was never wack, the grimey individual, made you see visuals, like bruce lee's fast punch slowed down on 1080i pixels

dark side of the medulla, the mental sewer, were devils and angels throw gangsigns, drivebys killings by the blind, the hood is the sweatbox, a million screams from one voicebox, I saw a mime kill a man, shaping a airgun with his hands

the jakes won't spare none of ya fam, Uncle Sam want chu where? Up in the can/

rest ya strugglin plans as sands land, ya clan's damned//

delete you out the jam like viral spam without a second glance

without the necromance I quote dead prophets wit a pen in hands/

dead-men-dance?, i en-hance the maggots in coffins//
kill em' off, travel time & give they mom an abortion//

4 pens for each horseman, my pages explode...//

whenever im blowed...my rhymes redesigning the code...//:b

I pull out a pen and ninjas get laid

I am what I am and many men get played

these sentences sprayed emit waves of lyrical blades//

You should have stepped into the place
I spit acid and watch it land on your face!

J.t.s. versus the snakes, watch me workout and crush the fakes wit heavy weights/
Everyday's a paperchase, i'm chased by jakes in every state, so i stay irate/

Watchin' hoes gyrate, me and my crew's clubbin', then I wake up late, from hittin tha snooze button

If he tells you I'm shook, I guarantee the dude's bluffin'
Throw 'em a pit of roaches.. tell me who's buggin?

Like Holocaust, booze smugglin', at night demented as fuck. Tryin' to move somethin' like two men and a truck

I convert Yen to a buck, leavin senators struck, my pulpit's in the bullpit, givin lessons to pups/

Nice line sun, keep it on time, all up in this rhyme, here kid, grab that dime

while shady two facers try to stab in the spine/
i stick and move like neo , i jab and recline/

faggots benign lesions within the mind/
ive blown the mystic herb and watched the sun freeze the blind/

then I squeezed the shine from the sun's rind and revived the rhyme wit one sublime line/

put time through the grind & squeezed out 7 extra hours, the kinda power that'll leave kingdoms devoured

i shower meteors and rain down comets, atlien flows explode like twin towers

show you whos the boss when i rape angela bower, kidnap johnathan and murder mona in the shower

These fucked up faggots come on here!!! cuz they think they have some POWER

Excavate remains ground down to powder, RIP letters and flowers/

restrain from bowin down ta governments new powers/
this guy wont settle and cower/

Soul-powered & straight faced in the face of evil sheep
Ballsacked pack on the attack with clik-clacs rollin eighty deep