splice minds in a river of time, tides waver when ever a drunk taste is how the dead savor never needed a cape until i was hanging gliding with heads that shift into voltron/
splice minds in a river of time, tides waver when ever a drunk taste is how the dead savor never needed a cape until i was hanging gliding with heads that shift into voltron/
Snatch up a broad in broad daylight on Broadway's only one way right ? Then listen to Gladys Knight cuz I'm glad it's night.
Damn Right....
Like Gizmo My Soul Has Shunned The Light Thats Bright
While You Soft Moths Bathe In The Candle Light & Ignite
cold froze shutter isles mind wild out dial it down 40 notches leave most heads extreme trying to XYZ'd symphony my urgent synthesis before i am stand next to godzilla and genesis/
in the beginning i was sinning ask Charlie how i was winning
still grinning 7th inning about stretch another ep and keep the circle spinning...
"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)
whole grains and fruits feed hungry minds
but my enzymes take longer to digest over time...
"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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these intestines connect to the freshest lines
droppin shit that's corrosive as depths of lime
dome throwers leave you swimming too deep, thinking i'm too sick infectious i creep beyond the ways you think you can bleed in between the lines and coonery be buffoons looking like sketches straight outta another cartoon/
"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)
bust more clocks than flavor flav, think you telling time
when you trying to spell in ya rhymes
can't even rock a flow with a viking hat on, setting niggaz back more years than columbus discovering america, its a fucking hysteria/
I Hear Ya....Loud & Clear Words Cut Air
In The Wake Of My Shadow The Flesh Of Men Sear....
Last edited by Guarded By Martyrs; 07-10-2012 at 07:37 PM.
spears blackout ya atmosphere when I premier blood smears, a bandileer to commandeer frantic fear & anguish here my language snatch your ear panic & tears while my tribe racketeers
abusive with the pugilist fist i get it poppin'
out the box i knock em when their block i drop in
"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)
dropping blows speech flows to reach each foe ear lobe with threats to keep the heat close you sure to to flee scopes with empty hope ya lungs implode flesh riddled & left wit holes to the point where you can see bone
^^
crush bones into dust when i spontaneously combust
the flow never rust in the god you can trust...
"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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