Originally Posted by
J.T.S.
Rekindled flame, the mc burning light in the game..
Anointed since a new-born, to punish pawns who reign..
Re-sign from position, or fall victim to a lynching..
crash boards, barbaric wars, the warlords wisdom..
Dead man's vision, the anti-christ's fear..
I'm come in light-weight, but bars futuristic light years..
Knights scared to dungeons, hit castles foundations crumbling..
No pain guzzle the rum, time for rumbling..
Coming to leave em stumbling off the ledge for not knowing..
Crops growing, time for harvest, share what cha' holding..
Folding foes in tunnels, here's a tribute to a brute..
Brutal how i execute executioners in the vocal booth..
Troops i shoot with flaming arrows, cremating bone marrow..
yo chief,ima get in on this...
Ayo i blow out ya flame, nothings the same since ya came
Ya lanes are lame and more boring than a golf game
Yer stuck in a gothic mind frame of thought
Where i sought to bring ma new style and leave ya distraught
I'll only battle you cos i put sheepish back on the shelf
shit, that poppa even battles against himself
And i laughed to myself when ya said ya execute fiends
ya could'nt even execute a blind budgie with special needs
lol
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