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