PT 2

Leave the horoscopes open, I opened the portal to the dimension.

Clinching on to things that make mothers stick to cleaning.

Your mother looks down at you and said I never should have conceived it.

My thoughts are the Eloheim so constructed they stop space and time.

Simple stanzas, stand till bullets marked by Adam Lanza.

The lands is ours if we fight but we stand still, I beat the paper Till my pen kills.

They notice Thanotas when it gets Kraken, they halt when Thanos snaps them.

Lyrical wizard bringing burning blizzards because I went to hell and back.

They seemed scared so I sew them like seams to get them to crack.

Trying to be humble, but why rap? Everyone on this site has a pen and paper but snorts crack.

LAPD accidently corroborates, they find my lyrics anecdotal evidence.

Accidental repentance because I'm the only one on the throne with competence.

Elevation ascending, rising up with potential powerfulness.

I'm so ahead of my time I'm past-tense, with lyrics still sticking from back then.

G's Intelligent mind working at half capacity yet has more varsity then Varsitys.

Smooth lines like I'm picking up women in bars from cities to countries.

P.D. still looking for evidence but I leave no trace only little snippets by race.

Eyes dark as a ghoul, ghost in the night in the city of wolves.

Wolf among us in a city of sheep that transitions to blood pools.