Elite Mode
• Written by JSlick
JSlick's Notes
Come in at 27 seconds on the beat.
Lines designed by my elite mind fold
Climb your spines and find high roads
intertwined with rhymes to reach hind lobes
I define the prime with my quotes, take notes
Your decline has no time to mold with my flow
Style is to old and cold to approach fine gold
Vile and bold, I gloat and poach strong holds
Dialed and loaded I jolt with agile bolts.
Devoted to encroach on and torch your tonsils.
Retorters aborted like imported, forced apostles.
Sort the corpses on the floor resort to fossils
Divorced from the source of the course you follow.
Remorse? I'm hollow. Just more poor whores to swallow.
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JSlick
Member since February 3 2015