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dark minded
- more brutal than a village of brazilian soldier children
- cold as ice and and prone to killing, raping ,stabbing, homeless victims
- most are prone to sickness, more venom than seven cobra kisses
- vile like cobra kai, a morbid hit list even more than vicious
- put the fear into you and your mistress
- don't confuse your p's and q's
- with mindless visions my silence isn't endless
- I'll speak up when i'm resurrected, by whome i was requested
- my life has been tested by the gods that I have invented
- i have been sentenced more good years to come
- due to the time that i have invested
- that's why i used to act so pretentious
- I act inventive, attentive to the quest and the message
- that's my confession depressed and defensive
- obsessed with progression
- i relish in the glory of the gods heir
- there ain't no gods here
- I am the only deity
- on this broad sphere
- I am the product of whatever yall fear
- i am what you wanna hear
- before i disappear
- how and why? it isn't clear
- I guess it would be wise to cleanse the plethora of smoke that
- i used to invoke the sickest joke to choke all of you folks
- you're yoked that's the fork in your throat
- your records don't sale like i'm torching your boat
- you awoke, only to die alone on the asphalt
- my minds like a rope, a gun it caps rap off
- and cast off into your ass soft
- and blast half of you run away
- the other half just decay
- I'll rearrange your face
- and just incase you might make it
- I'll strip your soul naked
- face it, you're like a basic basement rat
- you'll eat the poison and nobody trace it back
- murders kept in unidentified cases
- load up the bases
- the drummer boy is encased in the pavement
- brutal mind enslavement
- all around the globe there's racist
- who am I to say SHIT to familiar faces?
- i'm just another rapper without a microphone,
- I'm of my own
- i'm more hype than white bitches drunk on patrone
- i'm more than ight, i was the real reason for the fall of rome
- the only cat with a bat ready to bring them home
- and drill into the competition
- to be the best is my mission
- even if there was any competition
- i'm in prison
- but only in my mind, there I find
- that it's not ok for me to alone
- so strive to find the time, for people, that would suffice
- otherwise, it's like solitary, with an no occasions of surprise
- even on the inside of my mind
- my head is chaos and the prime of demise is the disguise of my inner lies
- inward my innards lie, but still I despise
- the way they portray our lives
- im soon to realize, what reality really is
- coward, maybe one day you'll grow a spine
- and do right for theses kids
- stop with all this bullshit
- and obstructing the biz
- and the way we see universe
- each verse, superbly surpasses the first
- each get better by the line dot and the letter
- still I rehearse these lines
- every time i'm coerced by the digits, nouns and verbs, i spit and curse
- my works and quirks be blessed
- it's 2 am and i'm still up writing writing this verse like
- maybe the darkest times is when i write the best
- the times I'm hurt the worst
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