Oblivion
• Written by finaliz3d
finaliz3d's Notes
i mean the lyrics are probably a million times better then the recording...but i tried, in the future i should get an actual microphone instead of recording with my phone because i think my lyrics are great, the production is great but the overall sound of the recording yeesh.
I have a verb for you, murder before you heard it through
It had already occurred to you that you were consumed
By the size of my knife, once I'm in the light I stab flows
You cant see me like I was transparent in a glass bowl
You're sucked into this black hole I call my train of thought
The gravity understandably cant be escaped or caught
But I'll make this lot, the place you die, the place you rot
I write until the page is hot, you're just in a chain of knots
Whos names are not able to be compared in a line with me
Rhyme with me? Your lyrics are Walmart man I find 'em cheap
When I write I'm the beat, the flow once I reach my divine decree
I'll leave fate crying to me, pleading as I beat you violently
Seeing as it's your time to leave, do you have any last words
Sike you bastard I just want your expression before I blast first
I ask if that it hurts as your wiped away your data's dirt
Walk away disregard your thoughts and pain I've had my thirst
But I'm hungry, fuck me I gotta find a body to beat
I already bodied the beat murders just a hobby to me
I hop to defeat poke it's nose and walk away
It yells that I'll get knocked today, but I always got away
With what record I have tarnished but I'm clean as the vocals too
I eat fruity loops and use them to produce through my focal view
I hope I do get a chance to slice you in half and catch your name
And grab the brain and stab your chain with my erratic aim
I'm on static maim my scatter brain makes me never rap the same
Instead, I just tap the game like an inbred from Alabama fame
My mind is fucked, I got a Midas touch meaning what I just touch
Turns to gold, I touch your soul, then your head now your mind is fucked
I'm a truck I got a drive that cant quit until I run out of road
Then I'll fucking explode and corrode the whole Earth just for a show
I ill out on you simpletons because you are just silly middlemen
Little men, passing messages your ass is bent all the way to oblivion
This is oblivion
Oh this is oblivion
Oh, oh this is oblivion
Oblivion
As it fades, we damn today
Oh rap, I have no raps to say
This rapsody, is really tragedy
Insidious, oblivion to this black we see
The way you write, it makes me hate the mic you damage the spit
I brandished the land with, after this you going to have to quit
And run back at this shit like a savage bitch you a masochist
I ain't-a sadist but after I play this I want you back in a ditch
Word to El, you should run naked backward through a field of dicks
So get fucked, feel the headrush as I create immaculate shit
My freestyles are full of more talent then your actual shit
I'd like to see you comprise a line as wise as mine with rational wit
My lines attack at lives passionate knives I throw
Enter through your ears and end up cutting inside your throat
Yes I'm the GOAT, and I ain't even released a project yet
By my own standard, I'm projected to damage and bomb the set
We call the movie scene of rap, I move the beat an attack
At foes who think they have flows, I beat until that's a wrap
You're a chicken, once I leave this bitch stricken it's sickening
Yet I'm licking my lips again, my two sides 'bout to eclipse again
With the way I grip the pen I'm surprised they've kept up in
My head, both sides want I dead, but I've left them
In I's cell, what I sell is an iAmLyricallyGifted
Empirically shifted lyrics that make you reword whats been written
And I am ready to take the challenge, I already completed it
Your resources I already depleted it with my beat and wit
I beat you with, my reason and my treason spit the season is
Winter and I got a blister but I'm still hot as Peloponessians
My rhythm is electric the references eclectic
Me writing a message becomes hectic in a second
By the end of a bar you've become a verbal alcoholic
I disperse this knowledge as you get worse with every goblet
Take the breathalyzer and dope bars fall out of it
The beat drops and it pounces quick, when people recount this shit
They remember it worse then it was because they want to hate it
They want me gone and excommunicated , to get exhonnerated
I'm so high in the world I feel like this is ecstasy
Let's just see, at the moment I'm tepidly
Stepping to the beat, mess with the weaponry
You get to be the first victim to rest in peace
I am the synonym
The king and the prince of them
Once I am done mincing them
You cant tell apart them and oblivion
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finaliz3d
Member since May 10 2014