an old classic for those who remember... a new classic for those who don't... LOL... just a little taste, i got a sick collabo comin'...
~ BLACK HAWK DOWN ~
fallen from heaven’s astronomy; try and uplift what is sacred, burnin’ your own kind’s credentials
call me the seventh anomaly; ‘cause i’m the glitch in your matrix, turnin’ your own mind against you
if you could zoom in the cells, you’d soon come to realize, god, i’m super-human as well
but you too stupid to tell; you’d doom son who’s real eyes saw what few would do in this hell
we’ll never back-off clown; and my slang-word machete swings to hack off pounds
you’ll never last off-ground; when the caged bird spreads it’s wings, it’s black hawk down
forever blast off rounds; so my flames burn the best of kings to snatch off crowns
carryin’ guns, kids is book-smart with no common sense; a father should never have to bury his son
scariest tongues; bitch, it took heart with no consequence; his eyes is so cold you’d swear he was numb
ridin’ mechanical dragons, i’m a cold-hearted demon, wagin’ war with villainous angels
hidin’ what animals drag in; while your souls guarded eden, ragin’ storms left villages mangled
with the sharpest, and darkest of governments, we built diseases who slay for me
i embarked on the arc of the covenant, and killed your jesus who prayed for me
you failed to see where your futures were, like precognitive disability; i’m the lord of these menotaur
derailed the fleet of your lucifers, by reconnaissance visibility, from my portuguese men-o-war
when disrespected, your president blasts an honest man in the stomach
then catch the feds in connecticut passin’ contraband to the public
my flow is ravenous, i’m on some amityville shit; you ain’t fabolous, you got calamity’s skills, kid
i sicken masochists, ‘cause my humanity’s filled with, the same passages, that makes their vanity kill kids
i murder savages, and watched their family spill fifths; remain pacifists, ‘cause my insanity’s ill, kid
suspicious hordes are passin’ graves, with glocks a vicious killer brings
with liquid swords or faster blades, i’ll chop off rza’s cilva ringz
so i never regretted to bomb back; their predecessors confessed endeavors to rebuild your buildin’s
though you never said it was combat, the heads is severed of dead professors and we killed your children
psy’s been nailin’ your cavalry to the ground, so all of you needed the sedatives
knives impalin’ you rapidly till the sound, of all of you bleedin’s repetitive
you fakes face it, you’re feelin’ me; scholar-evangelists hate them, they’re way out of the ordinary
invaded trainin’ facilities; holler, we scandalous ape-men, and straight out of the mortuary
insideous think i been hacked with heaven’s battle axe, so muthafuckas could write with the grittiest ink
the piteous drink in the backs of seven cadillacs, so muthafuckas could fight lookin’ pretty in pink
a faggot confessin’ you pelican-headed; you’re passive-aggressive, irrelevant, dead it
i laughed at their message, you tell‘em i said it; left cats in intensive with shells in your medic
you’re half as impressive, as hell is genetic; i’m smashin’ your lessons with telekinetics
your longevity wells invigorate worth; but memory fails, and weaponry sales’ll discriminate birth
my complexity realms obliterate turf; till enemy shells’ll send me to hell, or incinerate earth
heathens read from locked journals, as i speak my foreign languages, undiscovered by modern man
demons bleed as nocturnal, as i leak my aura vanquishes; suns uncovered my conquered lands
Copyright © 2003, 2004 Psykosus, The Soulless Survivalist
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