Bought two bags of kush, 2 for 30, Livin lavish I'm in a hurry
Like late for work, A dude named dirt couldn't burry me
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Bought two bags of kush, 2 for 30, Livin lavish I'm in a hurry
Like late for work, A dude named dirt couldn't burry me
mind complex, thoughts connect on a voyage/ emotions and thinking process nothing to toy with/ your music spoiled like whole milk even before they add the preservatives/ poison to ears and youth minds, but i am sent to murder it/
box cutter on throats make ghost outta of ya soul/
scribble scrolls on a mind witta knife an carve a dome/
barter bones wats the price still lifes swingin the scythe/
ya shine broke when i snatch an boost it for more gold/
In the still of the night, you may have heard it / watch the shadows move but no way to be certain / searching cosmos rehearsing god blows in the domain of diablo time throb slow
i robb hoes or put a gun nose in your little brothers skull/
in the back alleyways where the camo glass break/
i still burn a blunt for those dead an still awake/
break bread like weight bricks in the northface/
Stuck between these rocks and a cold place .
As tha rocket be passed I pull
smoke released from the face
Unable to trace stand above with kings of the waste
bang a hoe with whats on my waist
and accept an offering from Slang glasses raised
when i bang mothafucka i come for ya whole gang
swangin wit the axe like medallions rattle my chain
rook castle pass thru and slash you like ginsu
sword swisher for my queen who twist it wit hindu
Rhymes formed from unique thoughts that are intricate
Sick of this trife life...Speak of it , I'm livin it
an artform like sun tzu
reef tha sweet leaf in the mic booth
cypher blown zeroes born to snipe crews
higher then the clouds seronating why the seas blue
you see thru ivisiBAAAAUUUUU raw criminAAALLL
my loak smoke poison my brain cavity my mentaaallll
i sent projectiles thru armor an rip yo skeltallll
you futile the wind howl like dogs amongst the terror
conquer like king cyrus weak iris i sees thruQuote:
Originally Posted by menes
throwin bombs at niggaz open as if drew brees threw
gainin yardage my knowlege interceptin homage
connect like vonage dirty rotten apple got me on-edge
deathly hollows i revived scowl with words that pitch more heaters
never comitted a fowl i'm strike out artist with ill intentions i got more darts on the bench than the phillies got blunts, bunts and blunders to mention/
Go in the fuckin lyrical flex thread peoples, this aint paragraphs by the page, this is one line shit, get it straight
we run this temple, its that simple, useless opinions like a broken pencil, watch as i get all up in your mental, donate some rhymes for you to stencil, i put your dome out for rental, lack the potential, stop bitchin until you gain some credentials
rampage actual facsimile you cats tell you your contracts are bad....
you couldnt' radicalize rhymes if you mind was ostracized....defragged into bits smaller than 3 if got the point then click here....
my megapixels make a issue when combining to form tought patterns/
check how the god had 'em/ tag and bag em/ they hold tantrums/
i hit harder then the shells from a magnum, slay em to an unknown sum
therefore i need not run, begun to exit the heavens and descended from the lunar crescent
dressed in royal garbs, weed scent on my silk robe/ manifest my brilliance and make the universe unfold/ stories told in my dome, get rerun like reality/ remained bold, never told, i tell, yell, waving my pointed index/ and born clarity
praised sacredly, patiently i wait in caves meditating upon the end of days
fridged saint sendin sinners to meet there fate, demonstrate the power to contemplate like a convict escape
i made it and im still running/ war trenches and jagged fences/ i hop over with little effort/and abandon my record/
unearthed with a curse/verses run through veins of the birth/takin for granted/for pampers and gold watches
spit in your face, what a waste, get trashed you basket case
cream off your on like a python i strike like ions coming at cha particles slow/
explode into a fireworks show, TNT nitro flow pass through a black hole, absorbed by the gravitational pull, null and void cascade the asteroid impact commits people paranoid
I’m the big bang before the Androids before the earliest Hominoids
the lyrical asteroid crash crater left dinosaurs destroyed
biological formation to cause the god in my existence/ i funnel experience to incorporate into my wisdom
smash your kind, shatter your spine, rewrite cha LP in one sitting
when i spit darts at the length of an EP, u still couldn't compete against me/
the kind you smash are your own kind/self hating melon rind chewing/blind/
i need to spit backward for you to get the tips/dont bite this and use it on your disc
i flip skills like gymnastic/ smoke on my fabrics/ destroy MCs with systematic methods of wreaking havoc/recede from the average, we the baddest and the nicest/merchants of mental jewels, whos influenec is priceless
highest of the wisest / leaving suckers to their vices / expect a big surprise when / I appear on the horizon / with an army of Spartans....
sharpen my blade for the carving of ya ranks/
i'ma artist on the page ash falls from my sage/
while i chizzle on my grave a few words while i pray/..
wack MC's think theyre dope but suck ass like hernia's
they must be sick cuz they shoot up the dystonia...
dayum! lol
with no remote to stop my hip-hop it gets, another body in the bag with the rhymes i spit
Each time I shit, I see chunks of MC's, I keep finding bits of them stuck in my teeth
you must be eatin feces, the way your mouth be lookin brown like reese's pieces
Mur man crept from the water. Walk the land. 6 legz. holden a triton. Stinch simular to rotten eggs
break fast came back thought the lay over was over when the takeover dropped
get i'm a cynic within the clinic see ya next when i'm spitting them lyrics/
purest, clearest untampered form of elements, invading settlements similar to tenements, evacuate the residents he about to blow the spot with the temperment, hell bent intelligent
clip the jap my claps be IRAQ taken jacks packing flows in back of the Lac
ripping heads with tempers enter the center chin checking flows like paint primer/
call me Dahmer on the track, straight cannabilistic, going ballistic with long distance trajectory, aimed at the directory and remove your registry
oragami card games crane style my wizz hold sharp blades
stir my tea carve a tree an fill it wit purple haze
sip chicken flavored ramen while strategizing for end day