why... are you trying to stop its unwinding subconscious? This is the mind trying to find in his conscience a working example of talent being worth placing the slack on the perch of the ant hill...

From the darkest night to the lightest day...
I write in a quite decisive way... like the Sensei with his sword... swiping his prey...
Cause a type of delay of type - primitive mights get decayed...
Right on display for me to see... before I dismember that, easily..
Back fully erect... I bully the giants... liken...
my attitude to a lycan of folklore... howl till my throats soar...
tonsils shrouded in pain... I go for...
the elegance shown in my intelligence, hone
a magnum that'd have Tom Selleck disowned...
Word... I roam where the Elephants roam...
Elevating the veteran zone, speaking in a menacing tone...
His lower torso's wondering if the head's its own...
Or just a living chemical shown upon the residence of his neck, like his home...
Oh... they breathe life in this shit? Ways of enjoyment...
to display an art form that's been fatally poisoned...
I echo the sentiments of those who enrich the design...
Of the Hip Hip aesthetics, saying the music is still in its prime...
Yeah, syllables rhymed... wordplay...
a mountain I'm willing to climb, if you feel it... then why...
are you trying to stop its unwinding subconscious?
This is the mind trying to find in his conscience
a working example of talent being worth placing
the slack on the perch of the ant hill...
I say that Earth's a stand still...
people moving at vein... still trying to prove
their acclaim through music by doing the same
shit of those ruling the game... nothing intuitive, aim
for the formulaic approach they've set up
from the get go... the fucking train's like a Metro...
But that's the name of the threshold..
We got the wane of potential for attaining a press code
into the game of those saying their special...
Nah...
That's the lies that they weave, they try to conceive
this stupid bullshit code to follow, and promote it to no tomorrow.
I'm sorry for that.... I can't cope...
slipping off this damn slope... I think that template's a No Man's Land scope...
Even if you succeed in breaking the mold, there's no way to behold..
the baton for the generation to come after, these dumb rappers
are just... shoes to fill... all of you are prey
the music guild's an exclusive bill of rights for the politicians on who to kill...
But what's truly real? (reel)... yeah, double entendre...
cause dude's who feel like they got a (shot)... are (on a roll)
like a Movie Film...

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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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