viewtopic.php?f=24&t=133866 LOF
Ive noticed no longer is there an ulterior challenge
They in fear when they battlin and could not mirror the talent.
A beast sear with the talons, burn ya in my incinerator
Amend the scripted paper encryptions disintegrate ya
Why bust? My lust tare your interior parts
Hard exterior but come to spar with far inferior bars.
In hieroglyphics my name reign as I was mentioned
Archives the dark ages, we the remains of violent wreckage
Shit inside, cords my veins and the mic is embedded
Mouth spit fire, my saliva is pyrotechnics.
War I bury the notion, demeanor the same though varies in motive
Barbarian chosen to bare the scariest omen
Come equipped to spit and carry explosives
Bomb squadron to off men
The beast you see eats at me, I can barely control him.
My heart fire, flip rip writer, dark archiver
Bar fighter sparks lighter start cypher to arm Spyder
No, you know my flow change tides
Crafted the atlas like Macgyver with deranged mind.
Watch me, see the ways that they taught me
Kamikaze Nazi, Muhammad Ali Ghandi
Thoughts got me scatter domed,
With nothing but nonsense and cobwebs in the catacombs.
Resort back to trazadone so you better make your armor
Cause if you don’t trade and barter you may be made a martyr.
Disease to your health, in need of a vitamin tablet
Ill shake this place like a hydrogen atom
Explodin, behold its an explosion of corrosive chemicals
Dominate monolith droppin decibels to better you.
Its common sense you cannot top this obelisk
Violent lion ridin iron hide
Violins orchestrate my thriving pride
Too outspoken to be monotonous.
I, arrive carryin scythe
Slit ya throat bury ya twice
Forever rested on a pillow,
Make your bitch a widow, ‘for you could marry ya wife.
I alter nations with altercations I aint fakin
I blow the picture to get your whole frame shakin
My state of mind be Hyde, invasion
You bout to Sea im crackin shells like Crustaceans.
A nightmare right there come in your dreams
Rip your tongue from the seems to hault your thuderin screams
Hard granite hand grab the planet
Part mechanical man crack the canvas.
Tarantula leave your fam split and damaged
Now your damn land is, ill and sick with famine.
Spew laced with cyanide to bust in your throat
Have you stutter and choke like after you done with a smoke.
Im chartin targets continue startin shit
Play with fire bars so the result, compulsive arsonist.
Anarchist, leave your damn bars split for testin me
Have em second guessin their destiny as best emcee,
I step to lessin your weaponry the second you mention me,
So any verse you drop’ll end in your vasectomy!