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• Written by Gilgamesh
In a town with the redneck crackheads
Getting down with it heck yes snap necks x2
Not a Brooklyn martyr
No thug, just a fuck up from Brookings harbor (smoke bud)
Shook the good bars got em cooking hotter
Took em farther
Take em back
Pushing harder
Blaze a sack
Till your arteries and veins collapse
Pain combined with anger yeah
You may faint when you faced with wrath
Take my time arranging raps
Creating lines to take the craft
To a places & time
Where fakes collapse
And I can
Make the climb to greatness fast
Raise, surpass & slay the hacks
A words worth of verbal cursive
Crazed as crap
Herbal dervish
Swirled in a purple serve dish
Concerned with getting the earns quick
Indeterminate & learned
Stern & nervous
Yearning for purpose
Turn to purchase lottery tickets an obvious idiot
Cocky & hideous
Talk shit get ya get clobbered with viciousness
Nauseous sawing off appendages
Often walking in the cosmos endlessness
Yo I search for truth it's hard to spot
My verse is true & hard as rock
Read my words like I turned to you and started to talk
Am I an artist or not
Illogical bars & farcical talk
I rap hard like I'm barking at dogs
I got a doctorate in sparking the pot
Hotter than a lava pit a spartan a god
Beat clobbering, I'm carting 'em off
Mathematical rap
Balance of the numbers like collateral cash
Capital punishment, a sick system makes a gavel an axe
The rich live in lavish abundance but lackin the adequet tax
The masses scattered & running & grabbing at cash
I kick back, laugh at 'em get plastered & smashed
Raps more relaxing than having a bath
I have the passion to master the craft
Make action happen, get a chance the rapper collab
My rap skill, still building it up
Wanna have fat bills get a million bucks
Spilling rum untill it's filling my cup
Really dumb, screaming filthy bum
Fall from Eden, virilium, fucked.
Scribble caligraghy till my hands bleed
Blood trickles and drips down my damn sleeve
Outta place as an African at a klan meet
My special, high level, hyde, jekyle style could ignite metal
Sky high, head rotatin' like bike pedals
No hatin', I'm trashy as white ghettos
Fuck fool's insane talkin', public school's brain-washin'
Covet truth, remain cautious
I'm a viper, dude, four dimensional
Like a hypercube, more inventive flows
I eschew offensive foes
With a shoo and then they go
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About the Artist
Gilgamesh
Member since May 12 2015