Chokin the pen until it turns blue; death is life's curfew
Standing before God, you'll have nobody left to turn to
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Chokin the pen until it turns blue; death is life's curfew
Standing before God, you'll have nobody left to turn to
potent flows roasting rappers like bread doe i'm the freddy, the michael myers that ripper sick n vicious killing flows wit a meat kleaver without giving u a reason/
Killing you with heathen Gorgons, I'm stormin' swarmin' Medusa
Grab her snake hair like handlebars and face-fuck abuse her
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Originally Posted by Tecknowledgist
Confuse There whole team with rhymes on da Computer, dangerous like a Mind with A Tumor, got more lines then Rulers, as i eat mc's like a Consumer
I got an ill sense of humor smashin rookies
into a wad of dough making Quasimodo cookies
Got no doe for bookies, so I gotta find a safe location
If them hoes come lookin', just say I violated my probation
I'm a live animation of sound vibrations
the mindstate i meditate in
causes mind levitation
dope shit, known to spit medication
I'm quick to make an addict
it's an instant transformation
Since man's formation, the devil has always been deceiving
My plan for Satan, is to confront and defeat him
smoke a blunt, choke a punk and delete forelimbs
while whistling war hymns, my core whims warp the four winds
explore yin.. elements - celibate or her whore friends
bend cha out of shape like hanger slang the auto your tunes be fools gold for food
you can't tackle the logical lyrical leaving you fleshed out hits and miracles/
liquid spears pierce your spherical
peerless spit kicker here to engineer shit empirical
starch speckle matter rap guarantee on a platter i kill emcees on the target
park you car with no GPS included i track cha like wolf on the hunt/
Blunts between lips..I spark up with sulfur tipped wood sticks::
By now I'm good stiff!! getting slow pro licks by hood chicks:::
Im blowin da kush, buddah, piff nd trees
Jesus came down nd said ur the next me
Goin insane but Gettin' blitted helps me not accompany this misery
Maintain, Wih a mind that's sane and faith filled within me
Or filled with envy, it's all about perception
If the will is empty, you lose all direction
I wont lose direction i got a map,
Try to follow me youll be in my trap,
Cause this is Hip Hop dawg, this is a movement
Why you gotta hate man we just tryna improve it
My Darts Fly Faster Of The Crack Of A Cruel Whip
Injecting Section 9 Venom Into Your Lips, Beyond A Lisp...
You Be Speaking Like Stewie When He Says "Cool Whip"
Now just hold on a second dumb tool and cool it
you could never do shit to the new kid
That's not how we doing this, it's too many lines
Niggaz that be abusing it, I'll blaze you everytime
Goin' insane with no sleep, like an undercover, I'm wired
The dude said you'll get blazed, like L's and forest fires
rip you apart like corpse on the corp leaving you thrown up in the sky
rocket launch cha sadder than those poor children 3rd world commericals/
I hurt all...bullets, even ya mommy gets..it's politics..
U probably vex..hurt in a corner playing with ya Omnitrix....
Ill turn into Four-Arms and rip you apart,
This my ritual ill eat out your heart,
U hearing right..I unorthodoxly shank niggas with a 45::
I'm where raw thrive..leaving yall fucked like whore lives:::
Tales From The Darkside Where Creatures Of Evil Reside
And Bask In The Rain From The Pain Falling From Angels Eyes
bladed samurai camofaluge against the analog
tripod cha suckers with more clicks than a buttfucker
you can't get HD out of DT-TV emceeing is brillance when you kill off the ignorance/
demented mind click up web-browse flows a dart crown of thorns remained chained wit gangs i hang with changs clanked up with clunkers that cha gov don't have cash for/
I feel anxious, Stress makes it hard to keep my patience
So to erase it, I blaze, eyes red, my hearts racin'
Insight has me seein' lights brighter than a night in the city of ny
Write, In my mind a spark ignites like the weed that gets me high
right? You couldn't even begin to understand
how i feel when i infuse pad & pen to make my rhymes
giving birth to a verse it's first breath is me spitting
as i salivate the soul activates, now it's living
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Originally Posted by mightythor
thru my veins, my spits melt mics like acid rain
im on another plain watching ur dreams of fame go up in flames...
^ Good shit.
It's a pain,these dudes feign,fake like $50 jordans
One sec I'm sane, the next stress,unexpected like a storm is
Damn, I'm loving Shrap-nel / My name is Nic-kel / Come Hell / Or high water / I want to birth you a daughter
My flows like Mercury its poison
remember me the chosen one who lyrically murder Gs for centuries to come?
too wild to be a tame one a living artifact
With feds on my back tracking this artists tracks
In the midst of these dreams and schemes, we strive by all means
Paint concrete with what you bleed,Corrupted life exposed to our seeds