RandyRhino

There's an undiscovered inheritance in our heritage

Despite what the heretics may do in our stead to discredit us

we are owed by and large and by death don't receive

So what we've contrived is to achieve to no avail until our hairlines recede.

Niggas tryna be hard as rocks only end up as steppin' stones

I strike like matches, with a rebels tone, over a beat with metronome.

Let a nigga try to see me I bet he won't get within a fuckin pebble's throw!

Its a game of thrones

disguised as musical chairs when you challenge the devil's clone.

 

Adrenaline'll ooze if that gun busts as your blood rushed

I live long in a blood lust to get you nuns crushed under one bus.

Even if only lyrically so, I'm clinically cold

mental blisters leave my enemies stone

Afraid to cause a cataclysmic casm in their vapid frames as I fricassee souls.

 

RandyRhino, we can be partners in rhyme

for recognition elusive, we ditch relations exclusive

elated when we're abusin' the lanes once built for recluses

reckless, without excuses, our victims lost in confusion

the prize in our tunnel vision just brightens as with illusions...

and as we die slowly, we kill fast- not giving two damns about the ones in our austere past.