COMBUSTIBLE AGAIN

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I'm seeing ghosts with an increasing frequency
They're showing up on the weekends especially
All these useless crews with their freshly squeezed juices
Watch 'em go from haunted to unwanted quickly
Watch 'em start to bleed out with insecurity
Watch 'em flee like fathers from responsibility
Watch me expose all their lies and hypocrisy
Then listen to their cries of misery
 
 
The result of supernatural selection
Scorching rookies while protecting veterans
Complete with rhymes that were never meant to be
Rhymes that were sent to me from another dimension
That'll leave you feeling nauseous with a head spin
When I reach for the mic better show respect then
Cause my best kept secrets ain't out of my head yet
Flows continuous lyrics like some experiment
So many variations its making me arrogant
 
 
I let it in
I let it begin
I close my eyes
And I continue to see the outline of the horizon
The sun is setting, I'm letting in the environment
Its making me vibe again, levitating mentally
Hallucinating from the elementals hitting me
I'm thriving off the energy, my centrifugal gravity
Traveling off into the galaxy to challenge reality
Opening strags of abnormality, black holes of vanity
Sporadically, my train of memory travel rapidly
 
Quick break for oxygen
Take off into the dark again
Defying the laws of physics, tell Newton I really did it
Electricity is grabbing me, I think I'm too magnetic
Journey past the outer limits to see if its irrelevant
Determined to discover if our next step is significant
Potentcy of energies shifting our planetary orbit
Disturbing the planets rotation like a d-jay when he spins it
Feel the rhythm off the one's and the two's, from your head to your shoes
From your shoes to your head, always use what you have inside of you
 
Watch me I be that emcee on the m-i-c
Combusting spontaneously
Placing truth in your face, plain as can be, see
I offer this ability through hip hop expressionism
Aggressive with this witty wisdom whiz'n through your ear section
Crystal clear visions exposing the illusions that they're spin'n
No crystal ball predictions effecting the way I'm living
Been in many situations where I'm facing my reflection
And "who is that looking back" always seems to be the question
And "who is that looking back" always seems to be the question
And "who is that looking back" always seems to be the question

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JaySass
Member since February 1 2016

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