thousand yard stare, fly through the air, superman punch
im no george st pierre, mad man with cold glares
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thousand yard stare, fly through the air, superman punch
im no george st pierre, mad man with cold glares
Broken latches flow scratches samurai style
Avatars be wild wearing mines masked up/
attack truck, back up or get stuck, reverse put bodies in the hearse
dead man curse, pierce one off verse, shoot at will you still rehearse, buried in the dirt
cant stop or hurt freestyle blow holes in yo shirt
styles varied like dirt mcgirt, rymes punched in flurry and more than just diverse,
psychological rap ideologies, more crazy than stories of scientologies.
I express more emphasis than S after apostrophes
life's molded by pass prophets we living prophecies
Modern God unleashes first post, thereby earthquakes caused from coast to coast,
terrifying people into believing in a Holy Ghost, we only drink holy wine so raise a toast
raise your gauntlets, ghouls goons and goblins, thieves in the night robbin
steal the souls of the trustworthy and hopeful, echos haunt my vocal
roll your ducks my flow is never in flux i check you like "chucks"
whether their nun or none other i'm a section brother like no other/
rest in floating castles hovers, discovered through storm clouds, dark shroud
bound with large chains, medevial window stained, atop i stand with soul edge lifes bane
Making my solider evenly relevant dead on sight mental telepathy takes flight
Rhyming so tight the tape reel brakes on contact without any digital drawbacks/
i got alien contacts check my hovering starships intergalactic trips
i fly past the sun and cause an eclipse, emitting dark matter..
from out the hadron collider, divisible between dividers, midnight riders maurauding around with monster martyr, original like Starters and fuck anything that goes by Carter
i cater death like darth vader
i got anti-matter patterns of rappers to buff silos wit
when i'm launching cells that size of amphibians killing you kiddies/
what a pity?, whyd we waste time for one line rhyme?, why not if i can kill em
off the top, just mentally pop, drop paraplegic legs stop fish flop, one line but i cant stop
so then let me call a cop, words incarcerated, behind 16 bars,
my rage is now red like mars, i hide behind stars
Cus my DNA is double helix in hip hop
my every lyric is a strand from righteous merit
in the cycle of 9 months I create a body of lyrics
in a conglomeration of physical and spirit
damn prince you beat me to it by far
but my lyrics still outshine a binary star
thats why there are no limits, truth sells no gimmicks,
consistent rymes always pull through all ages and times,
strike the earth and you see mines, verbal jewels speak sparkles,
join them and you create lyrical marvels.
You niggas are comic without the marvel in books
My chess game like Jumanji when the board is took
the adromenda felt the earth shook
I Push off queens like crooks and took off with Zoltan Almasi rooks
Modernly advantgardely ripping heads off when i strike
dolomite type off the hook rangler bang out head when your in danger/
ima APC army squad of rangers, impeccable anger, impeach the stranger
edge of your seats a cliff hanger, like what happens next on a movie set
switch cha swag for DNA cowag
my mack bags chicklings wit feathers plucked out
my ducks be lines up to revolt against any brutes/
that try n toot thinking they cannot aim
and shoot without assitence from pills you take/
chemical reactions cause fake gold, tasty verses i mold,
splendid accelerated processes keep the running line looking back
at past tenses, factories behind fences, watch the acid rain
when the cloud condenses.
days of repentence sentence to serve condemd, carve out my lines in the wall
with my pen, cell mate the only friend, then you bury his ass wind up in a lone dark den
my imagination is my enemy, all shadows are my kin, I spoke backwards to a ghost, what I say will haunt me again, I felt the Earth spin when the churchbell ring, I rock the block like a glock blast off shots, Smashing Pumpkins wit Bullets with Butterfily Wings
i roll with the dark kings and everything that night brings, the devil is my next of kin,
dark liberty skies, demons patrol the miles and all that defies,
I shed light, shred through dark clouds bright, my foresight bore threw ya head right
meditation exacts divine intervention, proclamation to extract your whole damnation/
the holiest compete in divine competitions, crusaders break through all conditions,
humble ones seek extraditions, Hades gates full of ammunition, the sun turns dark,
pointless contradiction, bronze stomps through and hinders the God's crucifiction..
no assumption cosigned by heavenly trumpets, prince rai been around longer then hieroglyphics, ancient pyrimids built his name and honour, i stand atop holdin the head
of the almighty father, dont squader our gifts, or might miss and age of bliss
Clentched Fist Venom Circulates In The Wrist Strike Swift Snake Kiss Your Spine Slid
Crush Ribs With Each Twist Purple Lips Fading Away Like Waving Goodbye In The Mist
swinging persistent, no resistence, my past tense is the future, its clear to me
who becomes super, chest made of pewter, mortar and pestel, found chopped up in a hotel
broke knees choke splease i toke flow smoke domes outta armored skulls
throw out cha smack talk i'll "Hulk Smash" you ass back down to earth/
Comic book raps got you shook, shocked in Marvel move from AC to DC
easily taxed ink jet scribble paperback, bang boom pow zap
The Unseen Message Sealed With Wax Delivered Faster Than A Whip's Crack
Flaming Sword Under Your Chin Melt Your Cap A Donna Kebab I've Got It Wrapped
Wet You Up Like Splish Splash This Tru Master Is On The Map
h ha^ like a $20 bill
yo Section 9 runs shit like diarreah
my mind spins whats written in the Bible and Gita
emporers not julius ceaser, gladitorial battle collasal philosophical, clashed minds with aristotle, ideas move full throttle, musical mavericks maintain a militia, grips of boa constrictas
this is post sixty-one-fifty-eight
the most gifted one lifts the gate
only little bitches bit the bait
and get hit with the nickel-plate
Ressurection of lost ryhmes hypnotic stance she is in mine, forever 4 we can all live die or ressurect, the choice is yours. One Line Rhyme. Too many lines, half bars.
It's gettin' kinda hectic@!!
my name was chisel into stone slates, fate has lead you to my RosettaQuote:
Originally Posted by War and Peace
new prophecy leada, all yall get of ya knees and pews, ol' religions is thru
let me show you a Section 9 view