purple haze laced chronic/ whatever your dreams are I done it/ my brain remains hunted
purple haze laced chronic/ whatever your dreams are I done it/ my brain remains hunted
i bring insanity to mics, strike with 7 blows, and the mark of 7 stars show, palms glow
burning, 5 fingers of death, i punch a square into yo chest, now seek the truth with the life you have left
I am the truth, I seek not life but death
your 775 no match for 3 6's on my chest
I follow stars in the East, you follow Kanye West
I guard beasts on a leash, you guard an empty nest
relfect god in the flesh made in his image the best nothing less
I'm fly out the nest even through earlthy stess still prevail through lifes a test
Simply Complex Sins Confessed Then Digressed And Kept Under Breath Iron Lungs Like Mef
Burn Bud, Weed & Cess...Step To My Section Get Left In A Right Mess
Last edited by Guarded By Martyrs; 11-26-2008 at 03:34 PM.
^damnn
The police tap the Section because our rymes are defined as organised crime,
but they don't know that whatever we spit is verbally sublime,
our flows blast shock waves so strong and energetic even the universe can't contain..
Check your monitor, and count your pixels
That's how many holes you'll receive from my pistol
Dominant Your Armormant Ripple Throughout The Hippopotamus Hippocratic Come At Cha Spuratic When I Do Damage It's Doomsday Every Tuesday When Time Rewinds You'll Still Be Behind Cha Spine/
I'm raw on the inside, like I have internal beef
I spit fire as if I'm grinding the Earth's Core with my teeth
Bind to each line, graph plots with ink blots, connect the dots to piece together
pictures, each literature forms a percise perspective of light, with sight decieved you believe everything falls into one vector
hustle stronger patience take time to get paper longer
cant hunger street thugs sling drugs asunder
its the plan they or we put us under make a nigga wonder
like Prometheus logic mixed with thunder we rose from under
The Ice Of The Tundra After We Awaken From Our Slumber, Even The Sun's Summer
Can't Melt Our Hunger, Think You Can Touch Us ? There's Not One Amoung Ya
Last edited by Guarded By Martyrs; 11-26-2008 at 11:01 PM.
the perfect stranger, who might be your neighbour, creep into your house
found strangled with a coat hanger, danger when you enter, like Sam L, i strike upon with fuuuuuurious ANGER
Reverse the cliffhanger, begin with the end
Serve in Heaven or rule in Hell
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