to tha essential Temple of Darts, i b like Sprite always Quenchin' My Thirst
Tempted but Learned, that going down this path is nothing but Questions n Concern
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to tha essential Temple of Darts, i b like Sprite always Quenchin' My Thirst
Tempted but Learned, that going down this path is nothing but Questions n Concern
traversed across the globe, hit the forum & burst
submersed, worst often the first, nursed a well-versed curse
to disperse to the 4 corners of the earth, unrehearsed mercenary
Pure like the Virgin Mary, rhymes revolutionary, every version varies
From the last, it's necessary, flow is legendary and the style evolutionary
you can either surge poorly, though I urge you to splurge surely
we in the belly of purgatory, on the verge of the valley of glory
With a valiant story, I raise the chalice before me, in a palace that's gory
I challenged a war chief after having his whore scream
Nothing comes to a sleeping man but dreams
That's why i need cream like dealers need fiends
throw back that fish you catch you can't even rep with shit you pitch
switch cha stance my swords will make you dance, dance bitch/
beat cha heart out cha spine leave u broken and sublime twisted guises
guist cha sultry sick my dogs and leave the kennel bone dry while u rappers cry n whine/
clap off i'm full metal like any alchemist i spit talcome power
resound cha doubts with clouds of flounder you beach whales wit no tail/
It's like Severe storms with rain when information overfloods the brain
Wild beast out the cage, Phonies blueprints ends up a crumbled page
a man was enraged, devils bust out the mental cage, pulls out the uzi then sprayed, is it possible to get away, from the ricochet unscathed
Roads unpaved in Jehovah's name, How many souls were saved?
How many chose the pain, went against the grain and died in vain?
Phony emcess are perceived to me as senseless minded theives
Wanna be g's, Blab about materials that you'll never see
The flow rises like lava and destroys all the lands tree's
Then I split you like the passage of moses red sea
the sound of my gun is the base of the track, my voice is black power evacuating poverty, scholar slash warrior, weapons and books located on rooftops with seven panaboards