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Demomen
- I was born in plights, the type that left me at four, torn, a tyke too forlorn to fight,
- Before I was bawling at night, the warmth and the sky were my fondest respite
- now I'm sharpening spikes, to toss it at dykes and broads with their bikes
- They got off, and started to smite, I dodged, heartened to fight, armed with a mic
- They taunt me in spite, I verbally bomb, carnage in pints with tommies at hype rspeed
- They hurting against a cypher's feat, from first to final, the guy to beat is me
- It's vital to keep your vinyls in a cipher or I will rewrite your tried flows
- like it's trifle, my skills are precise like a rifle how a sniper might hold
- Any time you inhale is your last, you might know, cause I take away breaths
- Don't contemplate or lapse, pay attention, sense the frayed tension,
- any phrase mentioned's meant with grave intentions,
- Cause I grate every sentence with hate and vengance
- Once, I Used to be granted patience and imagination,
- till desperation invaded and made it step away stunned
- with the rest of my brain that gave once they made out the shape
- of rage as it paved the way in the distance, caving in pavement
- all bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different
- gauges in each chamber Facing no risk or danger, it begins to take
- over the whole head space saved for major
- inner medication, meditation, innovation and mental serenity
- it beckoned to be latched to me definitely till, the death of me when I rest in peace buried
- Now that I have kept this beast, so why not let up, no longer enemies, we can be,
- friends in peace, flow along the melodies, sanity and madness see, it stands as blasphemy
- But we blend with ease, eternal affinities to render entities senselessly dense in deep
- thought, Rend their beats to tender meat if enemies ever beef, but they a nest of sheep
- acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes
- That you see is exactly why I feel this angst indeed, These pangs in me that angrily
- Strangles teens, who pretend to beat trends and be cleansed of these felons who clambered
- to be emcees with no embers or members to represent, Time to reprimand,
- with these raps we mend, recommend you get your best of men, to pen their weapons
- Stop begging for Benjamins, beget your recompense and Start wrecking shop with
- hip hop's tip top gentlemen demomen,
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