lazarus rises soon...
lazarus rises soon...
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
lazarus rises soon...
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
ridiculous. props
yo this is a dude you do not want to get mixed up with-
keep sittin with that chisel g-
i'm lookin 4word to your next dart-
peace-
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GOLDEN ARMS REDEMPTION
'Forked tongue make painful kisses...........and fam, when you talk, then the angels listen.'
...so far .5kuts, you been moving to put this web thing together. good insight, bruh. uh, you seem to be the one eligible to solidify suh'm of this. we gon' keep building [skyscraperz]. I got obligations [me and 1000], but I'm a' catch up with you on that and remain posted. 'cause I'm obligated to this forum as well.
if you get me, ay'thing here is happening in real time. so, we drawing the contract terms out automatic, how the cartel [as in this house of darts] gon' build...
$%#&!
approach the light
I sold my soul for the coldest diamonds
old and tired,
I died mining coal from a broken mind
blow by the slow life when the dro's lighted
spend most times chokin on unfocused coke lines
the slow writer tokin smoke through gold wires,
my signs were molded in fire
and now a silent ghost blinds posts with floating iron
stay unknown and stain the globe,
wu-tang,
slayers of coasts taking payment in stones
when the inner layers unfold sinners lift prayers to bones
make craters from domes and lay waste to thrones
upstage players in fake roles they barely control,
blood blazes from veins where the god's language flows
take this cross upon painful roads,
past the ponds and lakes of frozen prose, John the Baptist tapes his latest scrolls
the sages spoke and Satan's reign was slowed
contained by fleshly elements yet raised as an angel from this hell-hole
go-spel relected as a clone only respected his own,
monotone art kit texts,
my next target's heart is sewn/sown with chrome
grown hydroponix by conquerin kings
no argument,
scripts I'm harborin are partly machine
3D plotters scoff at frogger regimes while this witch doctor concocts drinks that stops rotting and bleeding
the holocaust of speech cost us more than one dart speaks
journey leagues when I burn sheets and skim the surface of murderous streets
the world turns and she nurtures our greed
further than anything green
images on-screen are vividly seen,
filtered and still believed, we shit on the remedy,
spending empty seasons with killer deciets
fisherman fleets build a temple a week
monumental in itz peaks, each rock a mark of the beast
card carrying fiends, once buried, now feed
crowded cemetaries, ferries of despair and disease
lairs of the deceased are prepared for 28 weeks
crimson eyes stare emptily from entities sparing with speech
deny Charon his fee as I bare bleeding teeth,
tear trees from frail feet leaving entrails danglin from a stranger's fatigues
strangle teams,
my dangerous strain of jeans hangs lames with Buddy Lee's
L-shaped shells are propelled by an eigth of the team,
don't take what u can't bring
break stamps with a cannon's ink,
this clandestine clansmen commander never sneaks
deadly weaponry beams packets,
gleaming steel jackets passed to the masses by Lazarus, a craftsman
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
"believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense"
---Buddha
I spit seas and swallow the wind
follow a god's dreams and draw from this script
jars of pens plot the revenge of marksmen betrayed
targets of scientific debate and intense hatred,
these men blend pages of life as blades united
escaped Arkhamm patients in the night,
patiently writing "end of days" dissertations
the sinister faces devising against caped knights
traitors are nice with venomous knives,
criminal minded lyricists called to be abyssal spawn
the dark demons from the farthest reaches of life
drink each heart-beat of light,
breathe in hardened leaves of spite
towers of Pisa lean right as I teach this powerful thesis
scowling cowards walk with Jesus as I chalk this author's voice
fallin from the cliff's teeth I'm caught by inked wings
slaughter enemies softly with this song, addin on
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
gargoyles crouch on blocks and outcroppings,
powerful thoughts project minds on rocky wings
their shadows,
small dots on the weak, red marks of the beast,
hawks chopping the feet of stocks they hunt and feed
suns sink into forgotten seas,
chaotic heathens obsessed with the resting eggs of hunter's need
never trust too easily,
the sleeping enemy dreams enviously
creeping, venomous teeth peering at the streets uneasily
fear the steel's sting,
feel the piercing screams as I knit needles and strings
stitch hard digits and beats,
force long marches on large percentages startin beef with sparking elites
even uncharged my speeds are uncharted on this spectrum of speech
undead,
never restin Heath Ledgers bound by print,
frowns and grins exchanged as the people's pleasure,
shouting crowds dissent the resurrection and their petition releases Barrabus upon Jerusalem...
"...and is considered by most authorities to be the most dangerous man alive..."
"he killed many of the temple's priests and was sentenced to death..."
Last edited by BornPower; 04-20-2009 at 01:39 PM.
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
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 walk among us as people
locked and penned citizens,
shocked and bought by hollow gifts, offer submission
larger degrees are softees caught in a system of greed
these thoughtless children feed a regime of precision,
cogs in a machine of robbery, addiction, and long prison sentences
no matter the offer, don't speak business with pink piglets
twist leaflets and rivets into peak positions,
spit double helix bulletins until public streets are overrun with heat tucked on hooded men
beasts hunt on cloven hooves and timbs,
biscuits clutched closer erupt in silent mists,
ranks, files, and print
break and recreate the eighty fifth mechanisms
blades swish,
now the snake's kiss exposes it's hate in venom
old frustrations motivate victims,
bored, impatient and indifferent
this growing pain and distance is directly related to celebrating databases
displayed by the eighth pitch,
I relay deitific scripts with the world's weight on my achin wrists
"You've been living in a dream world..."
"no! It can't be!"
"Remember, all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more."
"Poor Morpheus. Without him we are all lost."
"I have dreamed a dream and now that dream is gone from me."
we were rebels once,
twisted metal punks and restless gunmen
corrupted by devilish blood,
sometimes I wonder if the flesh has won
we feast on heaven's crumbs and never question our lesson's sums,
even when defeat adds up to our precious slums
lose my signal's feed and barbeque pig's feet,
starter pistols,
darts as epistles for official streets
cross rivers and digital streams with mental leaps
I feed on guerilla speeches,
blue pills seek us as remedies for diseases but their "I"s will never "C" the truth
if belief itself was proof then may my hellish wings leave me soon,
the chief spoon in a kitchen of dull instruments
lulled into a false sense of ignorance,
don't fall for large percents and their common cents
my coffin's walls were white-washed and rinsed,
all is not lost as long as gods exist...
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
...whew, trues. "I"s will never "C" the truth, I.C. [Immanuel's Christ]. eh, these things come together. I got you though, don't accept deals coming from them...I got what is my own business I'm puddin'/puttin' together, the others is gelatin, trues...
$%#&!
uppin
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
yo the darts is serious homie respect, we need more heads like u in the midwest, get a usb mic, an official pop filter, then holla at me, we can do some things g, 100
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