In the midst, of a legend, God let me slip thru on the seventh
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In the midst, of a legend, God let me slip thru on the seventh
A Revered Revrend Lyrically Rearin His Spiritual Weapon
i gotta choose between hell or heaven, if i chose heaven neva get to cok my smif-n-wessun
I continue blessing wetting heads with lessons cuz nowadays these fools are just guessing!!
and greedy for a second helping, more sneaky than acting them raggedy tricks, it's a damn tragedy
it’s a strategy crack back in accurately insult and battery// gat tactics explode crash adapt habits drastically... cock locked and load ready to blast for me//
verbally committing blasphemy, and contradict your own codes.
When You Recognize Self And Realize You Dont Know Half Of What You Wrote
I speak what I speak, and I know what I know, therefore the flow must be no slow poke
get on it quick like a bitch on my dick no joke
i'll make u choke on ya hope like my lyrics were manmade ropes
daggers spin slice in on one stroke// hand to hand strikes graple ur wrist to get broke//
i'll change my style to hurt you like federal building notes
thrust the sword in ya throught cord for the defeated vectory// backs get torn split open fast from the ninjas speed heated trickery//
i can either murder you mentally, lyrically, physically or ritualistically// but fuk that ima open up ya chest plate and eat cannibalistically
untiand mountain beast eat hart beats of enemy blood flows from the mouths of my animal-infantry// intentionally kill couse we need to eat to fill.. build are minds tangible-mystery
spray off and leave more dark spots then Roman History
fuck with me, you'll be the next case on unsolved mysteries
my lyrics are street so i should lead the ghetto synpohony
don't waste ya breath about how ya father will come if he finds out what u did to me
the bars are ether, makin all take heed when they cross me
i'll skullfuk a bitch if she causes me pain instantly
off with ya head as the word spread falsly/// swords chop fine as ya dome cantast how the earth is salty
like oceanic seas that decrease wen atlantis once again raises its structures
heal the sicks wounds with puncters penitrarte points of preasur to releas the monsters//
u have no clue wot 2 do wen the wu enter the room...ive been rappin since i left my mums womb.
umbilical mic cord im headed for the tomb while u haters awaiting certain doom
the rise of a killer when his thoughts bloom like thriller child dick filler im braking in the room
when the dragon pounces..its as high as my 40oz..u'll die with ur only personalized tomb
gassd masked ur lungs are filled with fumes traped cutting like glassed migets slice ya from the trip off shrooms// relese ur stomics gas to create a loud blast like sonic booms
Chronic Plumes Of Smoke Rise Off The Blunt As It Turns To Ashes Like A Phoenix Its Twisted Like A Double Helix Believe It
Treazon's never fallin, i've fallen, you'd have to see to believe it
life is nothing im above it im god posen im breathing it...kiila twisted visions get lefted in trip picshions souls im freeing it//
Lazy Brains wit Heavy Chains, Bowlin Ball Heads wit no knowldge
Rollin Down The Lane Could Hit The Gutter Or Them Pins For Ballin
but my balls stallin, stuck in the gut, i shouldnt have thrown usin my nut.
the runt of rhe game pick on shit on like a mixed mutt but i aint mad i fuck trixs but this thread is nucking futs
i'll swing my lyrical katana till it spills blood and guts
pimp ho's sluts...who needs em beat em till thier not breathing//
seething and teeming lights on but they're still freezing