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blast back wita mac at fake rappers trying to attack rap
studio i stack tracks
excusse me yo 444 trumpets i can match that
500 tools blairing
waves covering the sun like the wing span of a blue hairing
my stomp moves bearings
i crumble bridges
me being big is a metaphore for u fucking midgits
i spit hot rock i melt metlel revits
prebuilding collaps and crush u low leavel bitches
^demolition yo-
props-
4 Trumpets
the Next Season Bring
sword Swing Unleash Flame Lit The Scene From
the Sky Like Holy Knights 4 Winds Crumble City Lights Almighty
society Still Weep The Woe From Above Didnt
show No Love
signs Repent For Time Inhale Each Line Breath I Breath Molecules Fluid When I Spit..
the strike back welcomed by millions of ears
they witness what your eyes are closed for, the devil spreads fear
every single word cuts skins deeper
verbal reaper smashes veins like six feet deeper
neat swings manage the blood flow, blood cells turn black
hidin' for my shots yo
ridin' your body below, whole system collapses cause the devil told you so...
revolution telecast whats proven mass influence
visualise whats outside the air amidst
close to home area codes state to
state seek the reaction of whats too late
knowledge fed mules grains and florish dusty scene
stars align
my presence shine
yo Candels Lit Damage The Paragragh
the Scene Still Ugly Scoop The Session Across Seas
i See Waves Stumble Upon
saw The Glorious Realise Visions Kept Sacred Yall Left Naked i Imbeaded Like meditaion
left No Doubt That Mic Crisp Left My Tounge
with A Lisp snakes Woundering Ground Best To Leave Exterminate All Seeds Stumble On Men
braaaaaaaaaaaaap, he's back, blast the orchestra, put up a set of jacks
chemical cocktail rocks bodies like a pitbull wrecks off meat
lungs get defeat lyrical master enforcin' insidious traitors to cheat
444 bodies on the floors, count 44 whose eyes seen the blazin' torch
count 222 whose ears got smashed, the reason for their minds got edged
take 111 notice bloody tongues, witness their words attracted the wrong
67 souls left, noses filled with my pen's lines engraved tilt
escaping thoughts soaked in like poisoned milk, battlefield left by a man, souls covered in silk by your favorite...
my life is so dark and grusome, they should of never let me loose son
these rhymes are diesel, most ya'll probably think i been juicen
hidden behind a disguise, stuck in a web of lies
the world is loosing lives, corpses lay in a bed of flies
i reolized im waste deep in quick sand, i need a kick stand
i cant withstand, now its time that i switched plans
ive been left stranded and branded, feels like the holocaust
sorta like jesus on the holy cross, im surely lost
but nobody can find me, no hide and seek, i need privacy
i need my hennesy, get drunk until i can hardly see
lay with my eyes closed, my body frooze, i cant feel my toes
sometimes this is how it goes, but tell me can u feel my flows
yeah Remarkable Sound Off Trumpets Lay Formations Intellegence Scripts Rolled Anotha Seance The Windbreeze Catch The Flow Monumental Lost Sparrow Shoot Arrows You Roll Back Like Barrels your Reaction
quickly Saw Sunsets Mountain Pacific Esquisite Play My Position 4 Corners War Productivity 3rd Point Trinitiy Behead The Goat Remeber The Signs And Slained Popes Sword Swinging To The Finish Aim At Ya Heart
intimidate fate 4 corners trumpets warn you see the view 4 winds agants sin said it
another man in this world had em crusifide religious ties i finally realise open eyes catch my attention
proof of new language spoken tales fiddle ya thumbs craked
out of place once release caution signs
predict lost men twisted bent out of shape closed mind
must find more jewels
yo Yo step Up Get Slain For Reason Known Prove
headless body left Alone amoung Ways
sword Swings 4 trumpets Blow the Next Season catch
the Sickness proof Of New English
claim Territory Like
at The Club Wit Ya Homies
ayo, the monkey fist smashes brows, verbal blitz like its 1940
spectacular man's regular killin verbal events reck your words spit supercilious
season opened, MC's incarcerated by their own lines, tomahawk attack
spit back blast 444 bullets catch them cards like my brain is dead...
I craft masterful pieces like Bobby Digital
The skill of those saying my name is prolly minimal
Attack with played phrases & sloppy ridicule
My inflated head soars above all these brittle tools
An egomaniac who's own expectations
Are only surpassed by the tracks that he's blazing
They spectate, gaze in amazement
Try hard to be hella dope while I'm blazing with Satan
preaching with my trumpets blaring third eyes flaring baby scare'n with pure legitimate evil, "so we meet again...." cut to the chase cause 444 trumpets is just an upheaval. REVENGE is a dish thats best served cold, closed the book on ya cause the jazz story's been told. Hate to be rotten but your lyrically gonna mold, but I'm sicker than aidz without a cure like a common cold.
metaphorically speak, exhale my first rhyme like thiefs star deep
dumb fucks keep rhymes kickin, I slash daily like Ray Allen thumb flippin'
muscular vs. spectacular, action gets back at ya...