Fill The Void, I'm the Sentry; it's apparent, without me... Shit'll collapse. Miserable cats sitting, relaxed in the lair being despicable, while I'm running physical laps around their visual axis..

King of the playground; where's my reverent medal?
Get it? Nah, never hesitant - ghetto...
mentality. Celph Taut... 1000 lines of photographs.
protoplasm covers the epitaph that he's holding, that's
a lot like his fucking scrotum, past
the gonads. Bonafide monarch of the forum raps.
And his public decorum asks more of em', as he's blaring
past the defensive linemen, Hip Hop's own Warren Sapp.
A hook, without an enormous plat--
form performing a chorus track...
Spatial in nature, paper ignoring gaps.
Just... minimal boundaries... so yeah, here's the Bounty.
Fill The Void, I'm the Sentry; it's apparent, without me...
Shit'll collapse. Miserable cats
sitting, relaxed in the lair being despicable, while I'm
running physical laps around their visual axis..
Food for thought? Here's your platter.
Medusa's glare of music, causing mirrors to shatter.
With the lyrics. Shit, the merits I gathered..
Is cool... battling tool... minus a classes of rules...
While you cats sniffed glue, n' used to tattle in school...GAH!
I scoff at that. Photo negative aspect...
the chopping block of Hip Hop intact. Non-stop bonkers-rap.
Yeah, lungs deflated... and his tonsils cracked.
But I don't give a fuck, misery's where I get my concepts at..
My mind's a theater - "Yo, where the concert at?"
So much tread on this fucking brain of mine? I don't think I'll get the deposit back!

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So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises.

LOL @ the dust around from the mushroom cloud crushing, wow! Fucking clown! Yeah, how does it feel to be under ground? (Huh?) Literally. You can't get rid of me. Every bit of D- N-A is like a relay of keys placed, for you to Freebase... on A destructive nature of touching paper. A victim of habit. Up in your head, cause he lives in the attic like Roger from American Dad, scribbling at is.. notebook.. with Rachel McAdams face on the cover... he's physically had it. Needs Zoloft to doze off. So his father keeps... given em' tablets.. He sits in the blackness, drawing pictures of catfish. Why? Cause he's miserable, and considerably tragic. If you look at him, his innards are like a miniature of sinister lashes. So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises. I don't know what I'd do without this rapping shit, I'd probably h...

Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze artist so skillfully concocting the balance... I mean it's awkward, at how the kids come at me when they thought they can challenge... A beast who slaughters so regularly, a crew mops up his palace...

Time to yell, rhymes expel the kind of heat... That Satan couldn't handle in the furnace room, while he tried to sleep... I mean, venomous rage when this pen's engaged... penetration... his head's aching from all the fucked up medication... They'd never face em... why the fuck would they? Battle in hell... a pressure gauge of talent that's shattering wells... From a different planet, n' I must say that Saturn's swell.. I've had it, the smell ...of defeat in the cavern dwells.. I got an ego that needs to be popped, repeatedly... rock... your drive, I'm never parked, so why the fuck would I be in a lot? His stream of talent? well, it seems like a-lot... A genius, thought to be the next incarnation of Einstein with every line rhymed... It's my time, don't get clocked out... Fucking naked... baring my soul, it's apparent, I swallow arrogance whole... Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze ...

Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels? He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord. Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board. Watch the impact break through the floor And completely shatter your foundations support.

Uh, fine cloth.... A superpower, if I ever combine my thoughts... From the punch dimension, like the Cyclops. You know the government's doing psy-ops... why not? When you can die, suicide, by Cop. Rodney King got beat in the street.... billy clubs... No way he could compete... He was walking around.... kind of shocked at it How... they warped his noggin like a flying saucer, 'cause wow It's a sight to see if you ever catch an "Officer" down... Nah, Officer up... you exercise your freedom of speech? You'll probably get jumped. Walk up to you with an overconfidence of a pompous Push your buttons, so they can watch you destruct... They're waiting for you to act up, you thespian you... However you do.... they're waiting on that combativeness to get you 'removed'. And I don't mean in the same way like you're obstructing a class I mean like an officer, punching through glass. Reaching his hand in your car window, n' leaving blood, on th...

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