The Ruled

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In the next minute imma show your limits so call me the governor ridiculous constituents
Not timid to tilt simpletons till their tears fillin my fillings I’m sippin it
The difference between me and these minutemen is imma still be instillin wisdom into writtens until triple digits man
It’s the final hour I’m predictin that your days are numbered eternal slumber is imminent
All that lean chuggin is lowering your intellect
Till it's lights out put you down like a dimmer switch
Not doggy style you just doggin it cause everyone knows that you been a bitch
Not even in shape but still outpacin most of the human race without benefit
Can’t relate to the elation that these feminists revel in whenever they mace the face of a veteran
Now that it’s relevant I gotta start meddlin but don’t call me a metal head cause I’m readying my rebel yell
And it’s something you’d never tell but the truth is something I’m peddlin until I’m reduced down to chemicals
But don’t get ahead of yourself
this is a movement that you’ll never quell
De-lid and make room for that single cell to receive intel unapproved by the media
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It's now a debate to create entertainment
without playin political hangman
You're ordered to make a statement or risk facing social arraignment
As soon as I came in I identified the tamest
layman who lays in their daybed unstable and braindead from taking pain meds
Explainin without the faintest pang of humiliation that the nation should pay their way in
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Claiming to be a man sans master but your planned disaster's already rastered
Feet cemented in dabs of plaster slabbin faster when gabbin bastards fans are gathered
Hopin they armed with arm and hammer but freein yourself don't even matter
Won't catch up I'm way faster not protein but brain battered
I came after from Mil mastered to an ill mannered lil banner
Bruce when I flex but didn't stammer redrum evading slammers by taking shots while facing backwards
All these whack rappers droppin bars but didn't lather
Tryin to cap me but I'm the mad hatter
Leave ya in tatters when I slap the tats off your face imprint my name before ya scatter with haste
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I'm cursed like a Midas king
My lines are aligned to a minor key
when I line'm up and fire blindly
only hindsight is guiding me
My iron sights a tire iron
cause my scopes wider than Michael Myers
deep throatin nine irons
while the pope sires more pedophiles
Got psy my shining
will mind read your crime scene
don't stye me my eyes are
all seeing try me
illuminate society
ruminate on priories
no NDA's binding me
my mind feeds on liars speak mired in higher think
Provoke me that's far-fetched
But good luck on your con-quest
Approach Vietnam vets
and explain to them your hardships
a single barge to titanic
I hold myself to a different standard
Don't mourn me can't hold a candle
Soulless so I live forever
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Arkane
Member since February 17 2015

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