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Bronze up front.. War and Peace in the middle.. SHEEPISH LORD bringin the troops home>
the legendary visonary with militant manuscripts from which blood drips
on the frontlines, is where i write my rhymes
battlefield books written as the tavern roof gets shook
artillery guns rumble in the distance, towns turned to rubble in an instance
militants move in guerrila formations, attack in singular units
its prudent, that the tactics influence the most prominent figures
i head the regime, reign supreme, and one day god approached me in a dream
so i slew him, and removed him
from his region, evangelical legions under my control
armies of angels patrol divine borders, orders to destory invaders
the new Creator, demonic perpetrator
the devil rules in hell, but even he aint on my level, the new anti christ rebel
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I have an extensive history of offensive victories
a sudden switch to the defensive would be senseless and contradictory
thus once again I press ahead aggressively
reaching fresh tactical objectives manifests in enemy deaths addressed consecutively
casualties stack up as I casually pack up
I simply have an affinity for leaving everything in the vicinity infinitely jacked up
bitches best get with the Trinity and pick ya divinity back up
aerial drops blast burial plots: cadavers wrapped in shallow sandtraps clapped up
got a knack to re-enact graphic combat flash-backs with exact precision
traffic illicit writtens and amass vast provisions after I ransack any likkle class or division
the cruel prospector shootin dual-barrel shots at the pop sector
fools' peril in duels fueled the true-school reflector's resurrection of the top-notch God texture
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Espionage camouflage after information
intercept precepts get chipped and shipped to locals/
utmost flows get mapped, simulated and re-dubbed for errors
and re-conned orders by commanders and generals/
break down foes with water-board torture like minerals in salt water
face the fate execute reboot flows we launch like missiles
there ain't no equal, sequel or prequel that can see through/
watch what cha spit on the M-I-C duke
or get terrorized by “Howling Mad” Sheepish rifling off 50 rounds of chaos/
displaying odds broadband internet stans
get cha IP address intercepted see SWAT at cha door at 4am/
hit cha with slabs of paint C4 rounds mind cha surroundings
explode cha by bricks and mortars when I drop a thesis you can call it “chemical warfare”
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