Sadam and Osama would bail from the amount of drama I'd hail... Omar as well... Slaughter, the shell ricochets through the armor, impale the body I'm going to see Muammar al-Gaddafi, in hell!
I got punch schemes, that can't be replicated... I defecate it... with extra weight, they debate where the pressure gauge is... I'm fucking off of my Rocker... Illness, gotta talk to a doctor... The thoughts that I have, are like jots adrenaline shots of vocab, locked in a lab. I even talk like a mad. The doctorate had, my texture makes it awkward to jab... One shot, like an amateur boxer, you're getting knocked on your ass! Brought the future to life, made sure that it was not in my past... At first, that path wasn't audible, that's because of all the talking in class... But now I am a monster, bolts in the neck with 100 volts that can jolt you to death... a focus to step out of normal parameters to make sure the approach is correct... With such subtle movements when the flow will connect... Ones you can't motion detect... emotions eject the folks on the net... I can't be blamed... catching lames... with raps that are straight up detachin...