Yeah, don't care much if that didn't rhyme... acidic lines expose the inner walls frozen inside the frigid mind...

OK I'm back... off of work.....
Felt like I'd put my pennies in....
stare at the mirror there with a friendly grin...
That guy I use to know of? I put an end to him....
adrenaline swinging back forth inside of me like a pendulum...
Yeah, don't care much if that didn't rhyme...
acidic lines expose the inner walls frozen inside the frigid mind...
Take a step a closer, and look behind.
Took time. Fuck fish, if you wanna come get this hook? fine.
Nobody's stopping you. Certainly not me.
If there was a top 4 that you had, I'm at least in the top 3.
And that's only because they can not see...
The genius, the mediocrity that seems to oppose everyone of my obstacles.
How can I sit idly by, dividing my kind of rhyming, aside..
from everything I've witnessed, I'm biding my time.
I'm coal mining, finding diamonds inside of my rhyme... pad...
I'm bad to the bone...I looked at him n' said, "define: bad"..
Because you're not mad like I'm mad. I'm fucking INSANE..
Pictures of Sharon Tate being stabbed by Manson up in my brain...
n' I'm reluctant to change... indestructible range...
Something that's strange... pure idealism for coming...
n' fucking busting your brains out of your cranium. You angry, son?
Well, I'm Titanium..... MIDI mind Alien.
Transporting thoughts among the millennium falcon...
Truly insulting, lyrical spits here mimic a cauldron...
Moving on property like monopoly, your ministries faulting...
This industry's a cult that recruits you idiots often...
So congrats -- you made your first dance hit....
Dick longer than Big's verse on that "One More Chance" shit..
Yeah, I don't fit the mold - I'm rather against it..
a 60 minute drop, that'd make Dan Rather contentious
My manner's rather impressive, gathering weapons at the site of war...
No holds barred, kind of form. "Why are you fighting for"?
I'm not like the norm..... I hate the media.
Superstar's are greedy fucks n' all we do is eat it up.

...I'm the Aryan, sitting inside of a jury at a African American's trial... I'm the arrogance of the worlds wretched inheritance crowned... built up and tearing it down...

Trust me, it's not a thing...
I bada-bing you Scarface's...
when em' hard aces come out of the fucking guitar cases! (Desperado, nigga!)
And that's a bar statement (think about it, where is that scene taking place? LOL!)
Get the heart racing...
I'm part Myers, I'm part Manson, and I'm part Jason!
I wait until you see that mask of mine, then I start chasing...
Cause I'm a mastermind with the ratchet, trying to match the violence...
of today's youth, find you a casket
and have you latched inside it... Beatrix Kiddo, but no actual bride shit...
No actual Pride shit...
No rainbows, or parade floats, but actual Pride shit...
I'm talking massive fighters! (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pride_Fighting_Championships)
That can pass as writers...
I'm a bastard fire... with a pulled match, and lighter...
No last survivor...
Yeah you got bars and sentences, but no actual priors...
And with a cop? You'd sing, like a classic choir!!...
You niggas talking about your triggers are blazing...
But you're a miniature Asian, them shits are only bigger in Beijing...
I stay king... look at your ricochets as a play thing...
You're certainly not ready for my shadows and what they bring...
I'm drama manifested... I'm the North Korean
dictators fire and fury, I'm the Aryan, sitting inside of a jury
at a African American's trial... I'm the arrogance
of the worlds wretched inheritance crowned... built up and tearing it down...
The images of "where are they now"
Yeah, fuck living...
Suicide... you either do or die... motherfucker, choose a side!!!!!!

A Killer. Know... no boundaries,I'm peeling the skin off of the bones. Anti social, so I'm often alone. And suicidal, doctors say I'm hospital prone. Need prescription to Zoloft, as I walk in my home. That's where the obstacles roam-- around, like they're lost little souls, that float around like the black dots in my ocular zones...!!!!!

My sets iller. A fucking zoo. A bunch of net Guerrilla's...
war bound.. that's metaphors, wow!
But how so? Cause I'm bound! Tied down to the cross roads.
Colossal. Head made out of Dinosaur fossils.
fucking nose so big, you can see inside of my nostrils.
Notice how my brain operates.
Dropping tapes from a 4 walled room, with no windows
-- you can not escape!
Crooked I skill, hoping that you got it "straight".
Hooked, without the narcotics, mate.
But yeah, highly sought after.
I swear, I'm hating you 'pop' rappers...
Specially the murderous youth..
You sound "corny", but I realize you're not spitting a 'kernel' a truth!
So yeah, your grassroots movement is perturbing the root..
Directing such angst and animosity; I'm determined to 'shoot'...
You vermin. Watch you squirm for the booth...
Guess you haven't learned, the recruit is serving up
high caliber Pi's at you, bro!
So if I catch em' in the radius? The family
mourning em' will have to have the Casket clothes...
Like they were worrying about the attire when he was latched below...
An asshole though.
I write tracks of flow.
On sight... make it theatrical, like a Roman Polanski show.. a rancid slow
Manson blow. Tex Watson with the syllables.
A Killer. Know... no boundaries,I'm peeling the skin off of the bones.
Anti social, so I'm often alone.
And suicidal, doctors say I'm hospital prone.
Need prescription to Zoloft, as I walk in my home.
That's where the obstacles roam--
around, like they're lost little souls, that float around like the black dots in my ocular zones...!!!!!
Wow, relax Celph; does writing a track help?
In fact, no. I'm spineless.. cerebral intact though...
Which is ironic, cause with rap, bro? I'm taking the "back" road.
Like I'm looking for that hole... in the ground...
No use in controlling it now..
Yeah...the omen's around...
St. Nicholas ... is Caucasian's fucking ridiculous.
Just think of this: Hebrew. Yeah, we knew!
And yet, we think it's crazy Tom Cruise's talking about Xenu.
As religions fight for historical accuracy.
Based on stories written ages ago. Basically pages
of blatant statements that go:
"Two of every animal on Noah's arc"... Red Sea
thrown apart. Napoleon Bonaparte.
What do you know's art?
Socrates, Aristotle, Plato's a start...
Back to Galileo and the heliocentric...
Yeah, I MC... but to me, we see history's
a key to opinion, with feelings against it...
Penny for a thought when what I'm seeing is cents less..
We believe with a vengeance.
Figuring religion is the key to the entrance.
Different varying forms, feeding a death-wish...
Charles Bronson bar toxin.
Shadow boxing with my entity, wasn't meant to be.
Darkness, the shroud of doubt that's resenting me.
But I learned that in Middle School...
so it's Elementary, mentally, to tell me what's meant to be.
Like hell. I write like the white cells, fighting infection..
Fucking keyboard actors lacking all 'type of direction'...
This microphone session?
No hype. I'm contesting... in the booth,
like a confession, while trapeze walking virgin territory
for a 'tighter' connection...