The Helios shining through the dark night, flashing a glow... And striking the walls of Hades dark taverns with a passionate blow..

my mind volleys.... through intercepts with the line, I'll be...
sitting there... a written veers off the pine
I'm just... thinking out loud, meaning the decibels burn
but yet, the message is revered, it's second nature to me to break in the door.
The after effect of snapping the neck off of labor and then...
Putting it back together from scratch... so I can break it again...
The scales scale back...I'm placing a gem on the same stand
Indiana Jones ran from the ball inside of the cave, man...
So if your brave, then say your name and... recognize
my efforts lie in solely trying to better myself, with whatever helps.
The Helios shining through the dark night, flashing a glow...
And striking the walls of Hades dark taverns with a passionate blow..
Yes, I fastened the globe into my papoose.
Harnessed it on my back, but made sure to keep the strap loose.
My meter's full with the half truths...
Tired of y'all being liars involved with societies fall... You used to watch Pokemon... aren't you trying to evolve?
Man... I know I am, and it's possible too... but death's here...
The steps been cleared... backwards, M.C Escher tier... it's best to steer...
Right... appearing to be engineering the scene...
Fuck rap! No, not a rhyme either... FUCK rap!!!!
If there was ever a presence that can be associated with such a thing
it would've happened already. But it hasn't, they asked for my heading...
No actual setting. Just a threshold
that was broken, like we're crashing a Wedding...
masterful penning tactics, that have been practiced, forgetting
lapses, collapsing the thread and... asking for the masses
to pass it back to him, then in... zero to sixty? let the mirror eclipse me.
No fear, I am here, so let this be...
the moment of silence, goading your little eyelids
to open up on door-stopper of events... cause it's tense...
The Satan's spawn the mother repents
Not me, I've governed the sense of covenants, pens that are summoned begin to running this suffering trend of hippies love to defend...
But we're brothers of Men...
The same ones who've discovered this Gem. The same one that's come to an end.

Comments

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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