The Mind of C.A.P.E.R

**Caper** · 08-29-2010, 12:38 AM

I sparks this pulp fiction
lyricism is my addiction
freed from a prison
inside invisible prisms
getting lost in the missions
sharpen my blade with precision
G.P.S in position
tactical forms i in-vision
while the hate is malicious
most of you bitches suspicious
slicing a throat for the riches
quick to steal from the kitchen
cracking the cookie jar
i ajar with the bars
the force is heavy
like impact from a crowbar
the brain is sedated
highly underestimated
no hope is rotated
ignorance is inhaled
is the horse really pale
we set sail to sink and fail
suddenly awakened
we releasing to exhale

**Caper** · 08-29-2010, 01:15 AM

ay yo im tired of these cats
spittin shit with no clue
and if you try to get on stage
with wack rhymes you getting booed
you thinking you nice and fly
from using pharmaceuticals
you must be really high
if you dont see that im just screwing you
im lighting a match and barbecuing you
confusing you
you cats is fake lames
smelling like fresh game
and the way you spit your verse
you sound alot like a dame
i should take you head first
stick your face down the drain
and deposit all the bullshit inside of your brains

**Caper** · 08-29-2010, 04:49 AM

gather your team
im just scotching your dreams
unseen beyond belief
upon these critical streams
poison within the politics
polluted by hollow tips
i come equipped
with so many clips
i make the sun eclipse
relapse and get sick
five fingers of death
your breath smelling like shit
so forfeit
your outta shape
you running and coughing
the coins is tossing
if i had a time machine
i make sure that your an abortion
distortion i bury your mic in a small coffin
its just a small portion
enforcing you bogus