Dirt floors. Bus rides.
Style emanations of the many.
Plenty in conformational holds.
Vice grip no slip
goretex chain hook key locked.
Ain't no escaping the self policed policy system.
...to be as others.
As if individual freestyle lives is creditless.
Unintelligible, do as others say
Avidya ignorance lost in the matrix.
Plastic, latex... hatred fueled.
Eminent, operating inner-spaces.
I serve my musical ministry...
A burst of feudal military.
Terrible, heretical
my style is where the terror be.
I'm error free..
Wild like fire and kerosene.
Others thoughts are blinded
while all I see is clarity.
Direct Hit. You bleeding is my death wish.
Step into this?
you can't defeat it cause its endless.
Avenge this?
My darts fly tremendous-
ly hard to dodge. Through
the illest god to it's deathbed.
Heads up, listen here.
When I'm near you seem to do
more than disappear.
Sit back and heed the tune.
All praises due to
man, woman and child who seek the truth.
I reign high... view galaxies from Betelgeuse.
In my mind dwells sagacity and pansophy.
I stand strong and ready for those who battle me.
You know the means.. defeat artists who can't mc
just like you see.. I leave rappers with third degree BURNS.
I got that loud swinging style bringing piles of mcs
to their knees hearing pleas... BACK THE FUCK UP.
I can't stop. ILL to the grave down under.
Sound plunders ear drums until hundred bills follow.
And if not, I'll spit this shit regardless. The hardest
cat to smash, collapse, bash bones to cartilage.
Kabbalistic connections text and concepts
of ancients devoted to those who heaven sent
the bead necklaced homo-erectus. the krippled khemist
spiritual genius suppressed and left in an abyss.
i write to creative epiphanies fueled from its mystery.
di-methyl tryptamine ain't shit to me i just like the taste.
DMT high mind state all day everyday. natural default divine greatness.
I take this style and flip the script once more.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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