...that's cool kuts, 'cause I gotta' reach kutz [the deal, that's a bet]. you already got lineage to G'Town [Germantown], where I'm a' put adolf/adam, when he get outta' prison...
...that's cool kuts, 'cause I gotta' reach kutz [the deal, that's a bet]. you already got lineage to G'Town [Germantown], where I'm a' put adolf/adam, when he get outta' prison...
$%#&!
they still was trying a’ snatch her, but now I’m more accurate
the young more dummied up ‘cause the bushes ain’t think of having me
I came from the womb, and I returned to the womb
came back out from the womb, so yeah, it’s my tomb
for me, having sex is more than a privilege, it’s survival and shit
couldn’t tell you’z what’s going on in the mind of a bitch
the beast was telling me shit, had me drag-on this bid
I know I got the kis [pa] to a lexis [um], black, so just quit
trying a’ raise cain on me, ‘cause I ain’t in the mood
you seen sirens all day that day, ain’t I the truth
I’m a build her, plus I’m a’ wreck the citadel
for being so outta’-pocket it plunged itself in He’ll
and I ain’t doing shit for these chumps, they asinine
if my demands ain’t met, that He’ll turn to Hell by my design...
$%#&!
...and if you couldn't tell by my sublime grind, my time is prime/
chop dimes and quarters to feed my daughter, this order's divine/
divorced from the shine, I scribe grimy rhymes in order to find/
some sorta solace for my palette during these unfortunate times/
disproportionate crime, I'm stickin d-boys while they snortin up lines/
I'm outside in ya Porsche while you dine, police forces are blind/
I purchase a dime, then I'm in the wind like a porch fulla chimes/
I'm forcin these lines, the sorta kind that borderline torture ya mind...
Shalom
Image is everything except the truth.
...let us not forget the thread, collective heads forge the grid
ethernal's G., push eternally to be born to live
battle reflection's evil, the number 5's with the eagles
president 44, I force the win, forced to win cerebally
evidence before me, play-dough, mold and shape what-I-say-goes
when lights out and candles lit up, who's holding cake though
what's the matter, I mean, what do it matter? who own the bank though
propel global war from our savings deposits? like, say it ain't so?
I see you pilgrims, devouring my conflict's residue
mimicky-ass bastids, sour, to the mid-east you'll be mildew'ed
shiii, these ain't slow monkeys to a wrench thrown, we some real dudes...
$%#&!
when dates and times coincide,
the distilled truth is the only tool utilized
grind my rough edges with tough metals,
as the husk of Gepetto I give blood to constructs chiseled at a god's level
I met plotting devils determined to murder my visions
disturbed by my diction,
my hammers, rods and pistons were denied at the service entrance
with every step penned I cross further into the earth's distance,
given to death at birth's insistence,
We are the Borg, there will be no resistance...
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
uppin
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