data tracked and arrayed,
pivotal factions contracted to massacre the state
my mask is a red face,
build with fractions to till national estates
data tracked and arrayed,
pivotal factions contracted to massacre the state
my mask is a red face,
build with fractions to till national estates
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
torch 1st national safes, we bag the capitol, skate
off in the van, ya take the stand my mans'll gavel ya face
wated cases mased vendettas leave you seperated like beretta
dead edits print up new copies give to the revolutionaries
know how the lead gets buried with more mines than minds can mind/
gimme the light, this physician is ignitedOriginally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
snipe distances as a riflemen,
never perspirin' when spittin wires in the lion's den
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
Firing pin strikes the 762 shell explosion propelled a signal metal slug hit & melts the flesh as the shrapnel shreds internal bleeding begins, point of entry about the size of a fountain pen opened up on the other end, take cover my friend
box cutters'll bend, break blades off in mother hens, let them eggs drop pierced by my gutter pen, scribe colder than summers end
trains in the ends of the earths plains open lanes
bowling more than 9 frames taking out minds of mens
doucing flames dropping flows like vats of urine/
spin ya cap like a turbine, max wif vermon, spittin blasphemous blackened sermons, its a (w)rap, mufucka, slam the curtain
shut down llamas armed karmas be precussion we ain't stressing strutting stuffing turkey dinners prime steak material winners some of all turnt to sinners, 5 percent got in us and some of us turnt to winners/
instead of bein openly censured we're paired with roach clippers,
broken triggers posted in lairs with slow sprinters
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
-.5Kut
sinista flows enters like cold winters vengeance, ill street contenders represent aggression with dirty weapons so i keep my hands clean and avoid a prison sentence, give my baby girl my full attention so she don't follow my footsteps & end up in detention but hurt one hair on her precious lil head & i'll kill you dead no fucking questions
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Last edited by cj wisty; 06-25-2012 at 05:12 PM.
NON-IGS
stayin stuck in transgression, no second guessin,
while we stuffin investments in bags with penchants
catch a glipse of my mask from the flash suppresant
trigger more cogs than a wheels got spokes to toke out taken blade broken street raging fighting flamers 88 next to kin my city of god was the children of corns on the cob
you ain't sheeshing when i'm shushing busting flows when heads get moshed pitted with no gibbions to any misgivings/
split atoms as habit just to get your attention and grab it
slide in ya mind like magic and turn ya fate to tragic...
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
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