I swing and I snuff kids/ who claim they be bringing the ruckus/
lick shots, yeah right, you aint even squeezing a musket/
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I swing and I snuff kids/ who claim they be bringing the ruckus/
lick shots, yeah right, you aint even squeezing a musket/
cranium crackers get cha skull crashed like cars are totally wrecked destruction derby
claimming actually aiming for the head of snake taking no breaks for those no longer awake, i got alot at stake more than the stock market can handle before the dow jones crashed/
off minds def dimes treasure primes
deading i ams by how i use hymns in the rhymes that sketched on paper's with a drunk man's blood/
dome reached preached now i skeet all over a beat with bars that have more acidic properties
than all the real estate occupancy than the whole game of monopoly/
doomsday/ I'm prepared, shit I got my shoes laced/
screw face/ Mayans can careless what you say!
2012
fuck the prophecy mayan tablet hipocracy crap
we cause atrosities like puncturing colostomy bags
Don't even try and stop it/ 2012 here comes the Mayan prophet/
when planets aligned, you can try to design and rocket/
then blast ya straight out the cockpit, bussin fools on the canopy
top gun with that duece duece tucked in my goose casually
Gradually become another casualty/Actually its alchemy
Black magics magically/Erase fools not tragically
operate with the right strategy everything becomes a tragedy magically medically marginally operatically contemplate common stratospheres in our logical atmosphere bringing the projects to science occupants making rockets ship outta pocket expenses making living in american another death sentence/
On the cusp, bust buckets rust suckers make them rooted in phernology opperatically coming down from a higher than daffy duck ever felt before/
my metaphors are galore
in ancient wisdom that no upper masonic lodge has seen before
my hydrochloric rhymes acid your face to the raw like skeltor
now watch your remains drip too the floor
serial psychotic drama is what my alter ego is for
my physicality is a trillion men strong to the core
x times 6 the he-man strengh times more
crush the planet ore with the palm of my hands
watch it crumble through my inclosed fingers into grains of sand
if you want too know how the universe expands
then look at a pregnant woman womb to understand
parts of the mechanics of what made man
we stage mad..
suicides so they lookin like murders
aint hide from bookin's n verdicts
slice you up, cook ya perfect
scream hard core/ as I spike you with sharp swords/
pose your kung fu style, Ill show you the art of war/
sun-tsu with the harps 'n 'chords, yea, electrical kind
we strangle seeds who bleed from testicle twine
Trips in mines, mind minds decked out privileges trivial statements on those first and take this fake this wasted clips qualified up grips spliced up spits/
verses vocals poke through minds like a dimensional wormhole
never remained fertile when you cannot even get verbally vicious telekineticly gifted/
I spot cypher lames/ quick scope with sniper aim/
name your price or range/ I'll bury you with your ice and chain/
frisk those cats tripping rats gimme globs of flesh eatting bateria rip through your interier
trival arguments mindless madness jibber jabber skim scrapper bring it back to the dogs of war rigamortis killing crush ya fortress while you abort this/
in the lair, preparing for war with, a bored wish
torch spliffs, while we sharpen our sword tips
'n short shivs
crazy couplets armed rubbish reneg on the games being played like this is spades
ways i faded2dead making my horror story bring out the gloves and prep them for surgery
operate populate tapes with all more horrific mortified tortured lives in weaving more stories told than anything being told over a camp fire/
More gripping tales than the Wire could tell more blood and gore than Spartacus could spill I spit that real life on wax mcs couldn't ear bud me out venomous chills poisonous slang till the campfire out
wild out wide nose bass throwing out shards of glass,
cast away mythological talk to stone is like vollyball is gonna talk back/
mouthing off on a track mixed feeling get cha cement shoes filled back in the roaring twenties, sucker for a flow, if the glove don't fit you must evict trying settle some bewildering spits over coffee and chronic, why musten my arm be bionic/
making murders melodic, mystifying the mind a serpert synopsis
work in progress, crystalized in eyes thats burned from the sockets
trying to judge, opposite armed cannon running off the ledge thinking your Dr. Claw
missed me fast chase based off the case mased in the face, trying to cheat death
i ain't Johnny Quest running with Race Bannon I'm the Bionic MC with lyrics that leave minds shattered like Shattner, trying to patch up when i mack truck mc's like the Heat did the Celtics with ease/
we take it to game seven, triple six slang weapon
stringin the steeples of cathedrals to hang reverends
Leave you brain damaged yo body just excess baggage killer bee tutelage arm leg arm head
lyrics so deep and sublime
crept under the bassline, attacked the snare
and escaped with the crime.
train dominate brains swashbuckle with bars, chess pieces
pine combing clone it's clobbering time never obliquity
check intangibles trying to out wit minds with drama grimes/
catch me on an island bangin bahama dimes, shout out to jigsamas rhymes, my beats struck the lotto, im eatin chex mix with moscato wine son
Blast box ashcroft match knots try to land battle scams, come off the master plan divide cha to pieces like newly found theological thesis broken into pieces like the millenmium puzzle/
Street scuffle with the heat muzzled underneath trestles where defeat becomes you, you thought the streets love you, nah kid she’s just out to fuck you