I'm like Yosemite Sam with a steady hand stacking Kennedy grands in an abandoned land fill while ducking acme anvils at a stand still, plans fulfilled
I'm like Yosemite Sam with a steady hand stacking Kennedy grands in an abandoned land fill while ducking acme anvils at a stand still, plans fulfilled
Last edited by Mumm Ra; 06-06-2011 at 05:31 AM.
we stay invisible like Rob's college, hard targets, makin criminal moves with god's knowledge of biblical concepts against the integral integration of clinical bondage
Cut from a different cloth walls in project halls i'm spitting off
composure maintained won't see me drifting off
only inhabitants from other planets can transmit the signals i'm sending off
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Styles cut from different cloth's dirtier than walls in project halls i'm spitting off
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Dip off into scenes of crime, weed smoke that makes me cough once we lit the dimes
black n blues for crews chokin on mics for not chewin once they bit mine
Last edited by Wh0am3ye?; 06-06-2011 at 10:50 AM.
splice though your circuitry mastering styles few couldn't handle the flames
so they just get dismissed before they get burnt to a crisp/
while i strive to be wise, i witness the lies of the wooly-eyed
when reality gets magnified, your existence inside is nullified
what do you compose of the dignified, indigenous tribe of NY, war screams by James, Prince and Jimi's guitar strings, decibels deny deaf-toned engineers, drums pound, the cerebral seizure causes Onyx mad-face frowns
ya styles is all adopted it's tw0-thousand and eleven
why don't get cha flows acosted/
escape from lobsta labs, my monstrous mask sports jaws and jabs
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
casey jones davey jones ya locker hold up we got hockey pucks swatting them flyers like chunucks hold up you upchucking dusk busting vampire hunting sly stunting slut pumping fist jabbing axe kicking hadouken timing/
randomly axing as you asking i'm axing up verses worses given Hursts nurses be called when paramedics aren't even enough to camaflauge this stuff/
hard to handle like a pit with no leash poisoned the food of the beast
Before he could radio back-up his head fell to his feet
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
see the roots pierce through your iron boots, circling its way up your body seeking truths,
Close quote there can be only one order and one chaos
deadly when they display odds, cut the cards, shuffle your deck/
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 06-20-2011 at 06:47 PM.
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