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Freestyle
- Welcome to the mind like an insane asylum//
- Bodies hooked to wires, inhumane violence planting chips inside the brain//
- Crying sick vessels, from down the hall//
- reaching in the darkness, of an empty drawer for rat poison and tylenol//
- Going crazy, weighed down by the iron ball//
- revalations in my head//
- i'm half dead//
- it's the last day's bout to blaze, this cigarette that is//
- Minds foggy from dem pills and shit//
- got me in a daze and ready to quit//
- Shoot steady from the free throw line though, like Kobe and the Lakers//
- Blood Red, have you runnin' to your neighbor in this verse//
- hold you down in a Lyrical Hearse//
- Never to get back up, it's only a miracle you still writing can't hack the own verses that you biting//
- [Signing your dying name], on the dotted line, the last in your bloodline//
- all you can do is hold up your hands, like a mime, [signing to your fans]//
- anyway they pray almost everyday, especially on thursday when you extra thirsty//
- coddled down in ya bunk, like a wartime bunker hiding from the venomous thunder//
- seven months of the lessons of pain of semblance//
- In an ambulance for acting out, reality's gone and i'm about to pass out//
- more wires no more backing out, im about to hit this cigar, and cash out//
- Cash out, masked and ready once again to act out//
- Sacrificing bodies in the back yard, ya shack were I [act hard]//
- drinking everyday, a drunkard given lee way to spray dead mammals//
- constantly killing more devils, then D Day on another level, thats why i'm given lee way//
- stress and dismay, making constant excuses while following silhouettes and illusions//
- testin' my faith probably just in a phase casting rhymes out to cyberspace//
- higher stakes when they close them iron gates//
- have more bodies stacked in the closet than norman bates//
- strapped down in a gurney like a fish caught in a net//
- thoughts of headin' to the liquor store, caught n possessed//
- demons tryin hard like college finals, puttin my mind to the test//
- stressed is what I meant, for no apparent reason//
- so much disorganized thought patterns//
- you would think I'm tweekin'//
- still prayin' to a Higher Power, no matter how sinister this may look//
- Spill more truth then if you were reading the Big Book//
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