Friday, July 11, 2014
Axe handle, a swipe in the night to flicker the light.. of your wax candle... tracks ammunition, alas..I am raps vandal...
I reign supreme..... brain's a satanic theme of volcanic ash
on tracks, making wax faintly seem taint to me.
Don't wanna argue. I've harboured enough ill will..
to Kill Bill... removing your nerves, like who do you still feel?
On the contrary, I've mastered a lot of my core being...
metaphors leaving like... the darkness impeding light..
Read and write, causing mayhem without worrying about
consequences, why for? This is my war. That do or die form..
Biding my time, inside of the eye of the storm...
Anti-social at most events, just to quiet the norm.
But that all changes when it's time to perform..
Relinquish what they've established, displaying talents that outweigh your creative balance...
AH... take a breath of fresh air n' just..
Be aware of the tier, I'm the heir, the lyrics just mirror us..
Axe handle, a swipe in the night to flicker the light..
of your wax candle... tracks ammunition, alas..I am raps vandal...
Word.... could they say I was wrong..
Believe me, I feel everything I convey on a song..
While they're portraying the well wishers, hoping to get my prize pot..
my shots, resonate mind shocks... that will cause
the times designed clocks to spin on a uncoordinated intervals..
while you guys watch , in awe, pull back the fabric of time, propel it n' clock ye jaw...
I'm the doctrine, dog. Whether you're walking off..
the set.. do not forget, I supersede modern law...