Stuck between these rocks and a cold place .
As tha rocket be passed I pull
smoke released from the face
Unable to trace stand above with kings of the waste
bang a hoe with whats on my waist
and accept an offering from Slang glasses raised
Stuck between these rocks and a cold place .
As tha rocket be passed I pull
smoke released from the face
Unable to trace stand above with kings of the waste
bang a hoe with whats on my waist
and accept an offering from Slang glasses raised
when i bang mothafucka i come for ya whole gang
swangin wit the axe like medallions rattle my chain
rook castle pass thru and slash you like ginsu
sword swisher for my queen who twist it wit hindu
gas masked up kerosene cocktails/
cough syrup warm 40 and my lost spirit../
pray for me holy gohhhhst iss all bad ohh baby oh noo/
an so slow the world spinnin.../
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Rhymes formed from unique thoughts that are intricate
Sick of this trife life...Speak of it , I'm livin it
an artform like sun tzu
reef tha sweet leaf in the mic booth
cypher blown zeroes born to snipe crews
higher then the clouds seronating why the seas blue
you see thru ivisiBAAAAUUUUU raw criminAAALLL
my loak smoke poison my brain cavity my mentaaallll
i sent projectiles thru armor an rip yo skeltallll
you futile the wind howl like dogs amongst the terror
gas masked up kerosene cocktails/
cough syrup warm 40 and my lost spirit../
pray for me holy gohhhhst iss all bad ohh baby oh noo/
an so slow the world spinnin.../
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deathly hollows i revived scowl with words that pitch more heaters
never comitted a fowl i'm strike out artist with ill intentions i got more darts on the bench than the phillies got blunts, bunts and blunders to mention/
Go in the fuckin lyrical flex thread peoples, this aint paragraphs by the page, this is one line shit, get it straight
"At the party when i move my body, gotta get up and BEEEEEEEESUMBODY!!!!!"
we run this temple, its that simple, useless opinions like a broken pencil, watch as i get all up in your mental, donate some rhymes for you to stencil, i put your dome out for rental, lack the potential, stop bitchin until you gain some credentials
rampage actual facsimile you cats tell you your contracts are bad....
you couldnt' radicalize rhymes if you mind was ostracized....defragged into bits smaller than 3 if got the point then click here....
my megapixels make a issue when combining to form tought patterns/
check how the god had 'em/ tag and bag em/ they hold tantrums/
We do it for the people.
i hit harder then the shells from a magnum, slay em to an unknown sum
therefore i need not run, begun to exit the heavens and descended from the lunar crescent
dressed in royal garbs, weed scent on my silk robe/ manifest my brilliance and make the universe unfold/ stories told in my dome, get rerun like reality/ remained bold, never told, i tell, yell, waving my pointed index/ and born clarity
We do it for the people.
praised sacredly, patiently i wait in caves meditating upon the end of days
fridged saint sendin sinners to meet there fate, demonstrate the power to contemplate like a convict escape
i made it and im still running/ war trenches and jagged fences/ i hop over with little effort/and abandon my record/
We do it for the people.
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