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apex
- Sep, 9 2015 •Written by armageddon •Featuring precision and ThaEmphamissEyecis
- my renditions are epic ,always woven into the finest fabric,
- get electricity straight from my static,you aint got nothing on me get off the topic ,in the matrix i go gothic ,Chaotic red eyed flights
- from the tropics ,armageddon is narcotic,
- dead on, a little Psychotic,i'll get to you, with another serving
- thats Microscopic ,ryzin
- take you out to were it all began ,wrap you up,
- throw you up in the sedan
- slap you up with my right, then my left hand !!
- ,drop your body in the sudan..
- leave your ass in the quick sand, for a few hundred grand !
- ,just because i can ,you never been a part of the plan ..
- ,stans get dealt with,by the clan,head examined !
- ,as i preach these sermons!
- every day feeling like im being pursed by serpents !
- ,cant think straight, closing the curtains ,on high alertness,
- its common among divergents ,this message is urgent !!!
- if it makes it to you, then your a servant,
- to my past and present, ill be remembered as a legend
- with seven more years to reign!!
- ,rain storms touchdown from the heavens !
- a few chosen like the raven, touchin pavements
- blocked by federal agents ,nwo booked ,new vision of Invasion
- causing mass confusion ,new techniques called Incision,
- erosive like precision ,let him cut yall up call it Circumcision...
- to my impress god eyesis the head miss tress ,leave these bitchs
- ship wrecked on some new shit ,fine as hell no contest ..
- ,she poses a threat,shut cha your ass down upon request!
- ,makes it harder for you to digest ..
- youll try to suppress your feelings ,
- her finesse is to great ,your left to collect your thoughts in the index..
- Armageddon...........
- (precision >)
- arm talkin leavin you in quick sand for hundreds of grands,
- i'm the man the one, who does it cause i can,
- no money involved. just for shits and giggles.
- precision be deadly note holdin, acute technique swollen.
- luxurious rap sport styles leavin u only with prolific visuals,
- fucked up like serviceless television just thousands of pixels,
- the little locals, hold pistols, no doubt, the riddle vocals, tongue tie
- and twist but make sense somehow, apex in the swing of it, obviously
- i've got to allow emphamiss to continue to come equipped. pimpin
- bitches for polo fits, despite i never have to quit.
- complications arise. called "emphamiss "..............................apex "
- ful factor don't manage to miss, ding dong game over
- class dismissed... whenever she flow it's like the nike shit
- ,nothin but net and the swish. beautiful the complete dish.
- collabs on apex altitude, she's next
- no need for the interlude. don't let me catch u tryin to be rude,
- "the bomb diggity"
- evolution combined with fraction and friction, is the
- process of execution turning to fusion, her movement
- her lyricism along with her demeanor. our flow so cold like a
- popsicle in the winter time, after being chilled in the freezer.
- ladies and game so tight my head be on a swivel. like sweeper.
- armageddon
- grim like the reaper,
- emphamiss
- tell em why u definitely a keeper..
- (EMPHAMISS)
- Clearly it's quotable, our flows uncontrollable this killing is
- Not negotiatable, from syllable to mandible, we eating niggas
- Like Hannibal, from feat to clavicle*
- Cut u cowards open, can't fix what ain't broken. Still niggas stay
- Hopen..while we remain smoken, that's the only time we be
- Choken.. Those times we be floating*
- So u can try and compete, but u challengen the elite, suffer in
- Defeat, it can't get more complete. When we spit what we speak.
- It's skill and technique that's makes us unique*
- Shit I can't help but to brag, we got this shit in the bag. Black
- Bags and toe tags, we leave niggas real mad, wishing they had
- What we have, Damn thats too bad*
- Now like a strong ending, that's my nigga ARMEGEDDON,
- That nigga ain't pretending, he shredding from beginning to
- Funeral attending, to lyrics representing*
- Another nigga killing is my boy PRECISION, niggas can't vision,
- What this nigga is spittin, knock outs when hittin, heaters he's
- Grippin, loaded clip and he's never caught slippin*
- We tripled up on these cats, colabs on this track. From sidewalk
- Cracks to breaking niggas backs, to time on the racks to corners
- Playin craps to bustin of caps*
- I do what I do, run Rhymes with my crew, a few chosen who, my
- Niggas on que. These are my trues, I flag with the blue. Don't get
- It confused, nah I don't ever loose*
- Im a heavyweight, bitchs I'm the great, I am built to anilate, and
- Cause the ground to shake, spotted and dotted to preferate, u
- A Mark, call u bait. Can't get what u can't take*
- Guess I can leave this up to fate.....and we will see u at your wake!!!
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