Lyrics From The Unknown
• Written by TwoOneEight
I once new an individual,
A man filled with knowledge but simple,
Stuck between 1 and 3 number 2 made triple,
Never said lyrical miracle it was overused,
Mum had a needle it was misused,
Weed was refused,
But addicted to heroin,
Been afflicted by distortion,
Food was often served in small portions,
Received beatings regularly,
Lost a match unfairly,
But fuck his story,
Misguided a missile glided,
Undivided by fire reignited,
Inside of its lopsided,
Head treating its body like lead,
Shredding its targets to shreds,
With fire slash shrapnel,
A little too much to handle,
Destroys every detail even enamel,
Similar to a simpler rooftop fiddler,
knowing every foot of the perimeter,
Showing us its glowing flow,
Faster then an arrow leaving its bow,
My flow fucks fire shocking you like static,
Exciting lyrics leaving civilians fanatics,
Turning burning churches into plastic,
Rubber in these bands stretch like elastic,
Space warrior calling himself galactic,
Erupts like volcanic,
No need to panic,
Rhyming to females got me lookin romantic,
Like a brightening lightning shock,
Rappers see me n its my words they mock,
Echo my rhymes in the back,
Hiding like geckos in money stacks,
Replay this track,
Youll hear me yell i heart crack,
Probably why i had a heart attack,
After stacking my lungs with tar turning em black,
My rhymes are wack,
but im just sticking with the times,
Where everyone's lines are stacks of trash,
it's these bars I split then slashed,
your throat I'll slit then thrash,
leave ya ass with backlash,
After the first verse,
my throat brought a thirst,
feeling like the worst,
so I bought myself a hurst,
wanted a nurse,
but instead rested in a coffin coughing in a church,
Dreaded a crest across my chest with a cross upon my neck,
turning my burning heart into 52 card deck,
Flames hit my bars with hard contact,
dreams of mine gave me zero to react,
signed myself into a life long contract,
Never read it but I made it so the shit must be gold,
told myself lies like a criminal do in crimes,
I be robbin robin hood for a dime in the hood,
god gave me a sign and I thought it was good,
turns out I was stood up,
now I'm lookin like a hood rat,
listening to rap,
holding it high up like it's a light glistening in the sky,
why people ask,
but I just puff then pass and say fuck the words you spat,
as I sip from my flask,
Faster then the flash,
and every thing they said is now in the past.
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TwoOneEight
Member since February 26 2014