I eat my greens smothered in cream, order a triple and serve the whole team
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I eat my greens smothered in cream, order a triple and serve the whole team
When it's time to blow steam, I crush my competitors, line after line, and neva lettin' up
I'm settin' up, lines & rhymes, into a masterpiece, and when I'll be gettin' up...
I'll be affectin ya wit imagery in yo retina of predators gettin in yo ass like an enema...
three times as sinister as chemical ali, im making hoes careers disappear like hurricane g
murder-4-free...decree my degrees 2 blow thermometers...//
apply pressure that register on barometers, they grabbed my shoe to walk miles but never saw the first kilometer
Project images like a monitor, pixels, perfect position, crystal clear verses, like high definition
widescreen vision, observe man's actions, my brain stores violent imagerys, than gigabytes stores memories, it's the fantasy that Mariah carries her epiphany
soldiers stomp rhythmically, carbomb explosions is the symphony, screaming children is the choir, the homeless keep warm, putting dead babies on the bonfire
Rebuild gone empires, resurrect mythical creatures, with wings, breathing fire, the typical features
Ritual teachers don't reach us wit they cynical speeches, we only beseeched by Levitical preachers/
These rhymes make you speechless, claim I'm biting, I'll leave you teethless
(and damn you're dope prophet)
pagan writing will defeat this regiment full of weakness blast ya residence and prefix the predicate of beastness
I level wit my priestess, sentiment's my weakness, I never meant to leave but the lesson here is meekness/