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missiles loose
- missiles loose
- Sep, 6 2015 •Written by armageddon •Featuring precision and ThaEmphamissEyecis
- (Armageddon)
- Armageddon is a weapon always locked on target
- no guidance ,
- press my buttons,with bombs right next to my trident
- let the seconds tick away, it only gets more violent
- ,im rotten like a my squadron ,im enlightened that you talk about me
- ,that just means im unstoppable not forgotten ,
- radio waves are like Poseidon, i drink monster cause ima titan!!
- its your brethren here to strengthen, these patrons ,
- the beacon is lit ,you get sentenced ,redden,
- it tares at your tendons, i am legend
- ,breath fire at you swine like a pagan
- armor is teflon ,don ,age ,im here ,the stong arm ,a x felon,
- a ghost when the day is said n done ,
- for months iv seen you fund, to be in the front
- first place ,you still goin through puberty wit bumps
- ,steady, take lessons before tryin to jump...
- i built my rep from the ground up ,
- rippen chumps rippen trunks right out the ground pumped!!
- leave yall in the dust ,i aint gotta use teck terms
- ,i still leave yall stumped ,like wat the ,,yo just pass the blunt
- damn this nigga ,bummed..
- whats next umm yea ..i only just begun ,returned for the homerun like fuk it ,let em know Armageddon ..cant be outdone ..
- you dumped i lunged ,got closer to the front ,just for fun ,
- im bright like the sun ,in the evening leave yall stunned
- i meant to drop this lika ton ,this is the breakfast of champions!
- changing all you motherfukers into cinnabuns!!
- (precision)
- cinnabuns. ill from the tongue, till i'm done ,precision ain't the one,
- to be fucked with son. >recharging, armageddon, emphasmiss holdin
- it down, most importantly i'm reversing action getting the rebound.
- and precision comin large and awkward like a martian, caution,
- like a marksman i sharpen my skillset, best to bet, never forget i'm
- makin dollas hand over fists pension plan service time like a sergeant,
- caution to the wind, whiteboy, lyrical flows y'all enjoy, kinda gotta hitch in my giddy up gangsta limp. inconsistent constantly, already to much
- drama stop airing the dirty laundry, when u rolling with me seamless
- transitioning how it ought to be, not a liability, talkin bout flawless
- appearance, name on marquee, celebrity, an occurrence repeated
- enough becomes boring to me, my lyrical flows a damn delicacy, where's my homies at riding right next to me>complacency derives extra
- additives, mentality crazy, eyes hazy off the endo, never lazy lettin u know, off the dome with precise cuts, kurupt from the gut never givin a fuck.
- (Emphamiss)
- Soldier listen up pay attention, shhh listen...or abort this mission
- And clearly that's not our intentions, this war is about opposition.
- Feel the tension, now suit up and take your positions*
- I enter the enemies territory, infrared distinct visionary, my
- Glock and my knife is all that I carry, no time to be scary..
- Im like a blood Hound, when it comes to battle grounds.
- Require no site all I need is sound, Mark my target and all
- Enemies found* Casualties of war, blood guts and gore,
- Body covered floors, holes for doors shit tally the score.
- And there will be no more*
- Im hostile, distant marks of projectiles, over 8 miles thru
- The rivers of DENILE, and clearly aggressive is my style.
- And I grab niggas with jaws of a crocodile, I'm vile. Better
- Approach me cautiously, Cuz I dismember MCS, cause
- Worldwide wars and tragedy. Call me calamity..or the
- Company of misery, nuclear warheads and Weaponry,
- Tech 9s, mossburges and assault rifles, the rhapsody
- Disciples, screams stifle, shadowing nightfall, close
- Range insightful.
- 1.2.3.4.5, the countdown who will survive, my army leaves
- No one alive, musically derived, this is our drive, atie up and
- Place all bets, but stepping to us will put u in debt, direct and
- Few select, I'm makeing this a terrorist threat, we collect souls
- And put holes in places untold, and hide in places too cold
- Crossed and arms fold, tales left to hold..Armageddon put
- And end to this and with Precision we made it Emphamiss.
- A direct hit, we never miss our missiles are loose and u are
- On the list..and from.Head to wrist, we r the ink that made this
- EXSIST.
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