lyrical antics are tantric I release what is mantic
I cause panic like Roswell UFO's landed across the earth’s canvas
the crash disc in the sky frisk lay abyss swirl a dust of desert mist
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lyrical antics are tantric I release what is mantic
I cause panic like Roswell UFO's landed across the earth’s canvas
the crash disc in the sky frisk lay abyss swirl a dust of desert mist
(fucking crazy dart ModernGod)
Clentched Buddha Fist Rip Through Skin Tissue Let The Severence Of Veins Insue
Truth Be Told My Crew Are Cold, Yet Retain Heat Like An Igloo
We Scout Out Our Targets Your Like : "Ah He'll Do"
angels and demons in hell rebel to/ from the six senses the earth sky appears blue/
depict death wen you insense the sain/martians dwell in the mental of pain/
rapture scriptures and scrolls in vein/self proclaimed angels tangle dangle left bloodier than Cain
in the house of flying daggers i shall ensue this art a battle to maim
moving with the force of a frieght train, midnight motionless magestic physician trade
slain with omega and gamma beam rays, lost like a needle in hay, leave your body parts in a different array
Its over for Jayhne the great Rocky of hope
forced your mother deep throat she deep choked
my dick her esophagus grouped XY cell in salvia float
your brother swallowed… Gulp
my rhymes like Columbine dressed in a trench coat
aim ready approach smell the barrel and gun smoke
I do this out of bullying not from a feeling of loss hope
yet still humble and soft spoke with lyrics compressed like lace coke
lol, Let me stop... I’m not going to mess this thread up.
It was fun jahyne to battle with you.
you got some nice material keep bringing your gift to the thread
Peace
pressurized rise I am the sun, half the world takes a break while I'm steady on the run
...I Turn Planets To Crumbs With My Galactus Tongue
I wake up to the moonrise / Stars In My Eyez
Try to hide from me in the dark / That wouldn't be wise...
strung and hung like secret service spies, peer down the looking glass, to find, nothing
except the abyss, im a battleship firing causing your ships to slip under quick
my verses are sick bubonic plague inflict on some 1600 century shit
slave bloody finger tips where cottons picked Nate Turner grip steel fork pit
force a revolution I never forfeit
my fists flash in a torrent, shine longer then flourescent, lookin at the sky to repent
upon my descent you stare into the eyes of the most high, the aura epervescent
taught wise truth since adolescence/ Goddess womb molded spiritual blessings/
destine to learned each lesson manifesting/ life struggles progressing success testing/
so vision what I’m stressing or addressing/ what’s physical love without a mothers protection/
ur Numbers Selected, as u Mutter a Sentence, Under Ya Breath..in Another Second i Come From the Dense Mist, and Direct This Clenched Fist ta In-dent ya Head In with Swift Direct-Hits