dark minded

more brutal than a village of brazilian soldier children

cold as ice and and prone to killing, raping , stabbing, homeless victims

most are prone to sickness, more venom than seven cobra kisses

vile like cobra kai, a morbid hit list even more than vicious

put the fear into you and your mistress

don't confuse your p's and q's

with mindless visions my silence isn't endless

I'll speak up when i'm resurrected, by whome i was requested

my life has been tested by the gods that I have invented

i have been sentenced more good years to come

due to the time that i have invested

that's why i used to act so pretentious

I act inventive, attentive to the quest and the message

that's my confession depressed and defensive

obsessed with progression

i relish in the glory of the gods heir

there ain't no gods here

I am the only deity

on this broad sphere

I am the product of whatever yall fear

i am what you wanna hear

before i disappear

how and why? it isn't clear

I guess it would be wise to cleanse the plethora of smoke that

i used to invoke the sickest joke to choke all of you folks

you're yoked that's the fork in your throat

your records don't sale like i'm torching your boat

you awoke, only to die alone on the asphalt

my minds like a rope, a gun it caps rap off

and cast off into your ass soft

and blast half of you run away

the other half just decay

I'll rearrange your face

and just incase you might make it

I'll strip your soul naked

face it, you're like a basic basement rat

you'll eat the poison and nobody trace it back

murders kept in unidentified cases

load up the bases

the drummer boy is encased in the pavement

brutal mind enslavement

all around the globe there's racist

who am I to say SHIT to familiar faces?

i'm just another rapper without a microphone,

I'm of my own

i'm more hype than white bitches drunk on patrone

i'm more than ight, i was the real reason for the fall of rome

the only cat with a bat ready to bring them home

and drill into the competition

to be the best is my mission

even if there was any competition

i'm in prison

but only in my mind, there I find

that it's not ok for me to alone

so strive to find the time, for people, that would suffice

otherwise, it's like solitary, with an no occasions of surprise

even on the inside of my mind

my head is chaos and the prime of demise is the disguise of my inner lies

inward my innards lie, but still I despise

the way they portray our lives

im soon to realize, what reality really is

coward, maybe one day you'll grow a spine

and do right for theses kids

stop with all this bullshit

and obstructing the biz

and the way we see universe

each verse, superbly surpasses the first

each get better by the line dot and the letter

still I rehearse these lines

every time i'm coerced by the digits, nouns and verbs, i spit and curse

my works and quirks be blessed

it's 2 am and i'm still up writing writing this verse like

maybe the darkest times is when i write the best

the times I'm hurt the worst