RapVerse.com Community - Shock Value ( The Apex Of Wordplay, Content, Metaphor. Shokin Like Electrifyd Fences)

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SHOCK VALUE

Torn runnin for shunned dreams /
Breathin contorts till the lungs cling/
I’m like asthma when I twist the spleens/
And smite ya stamina by exhibitin the keen/
Creativity is set from the left, just to provide the insight/
And my responsibility is ta upset, till ya mind get to the right/
Now Ima be shiftin necks live after 5/
With just the check of the mic as a prototype/
And like assholes doin jail time Ima keep it tight/
So don’t end up like left eye cause u didn’t restrain ya strife/
Damn Ima get felt like I was an adrenaline rush/
Pushin brains in ta guts if and when ya ride on impulse/
Now trust Ima stay hot enough/
To just burn the ash off tha Dutch/
To put in words its like I cough the EX up/
Stir up the nerves til ya thoughts get properly touched/
If Its a battle, I think of tomahawks when beats thump/
Cause I seek the heat to make ya blood seethe up/
Rewind this til ya gulp these lyrics up/
Or sip from the cup, til you hiccup the gist of it up/
Heart of a dragon I respire heat with venomous busts/
And my task is ta drop fire before ya feet like cigarette butts/
Just know I’m the kid from the 7-1-4 reputed/
With the method of minotaur if disputed/
Who persists as a vocal defender/
Who solicits goose bumps in local listeners/
These bitches don’t know my style it’s switchin/
Similar to bisexual disposition when Im in competition/
Now get it straightened!

BRIDGE:
Relieve the tension/
Tha shock tactics inflicts the apathetic masses/
Similar to sporadic bullets blasted from semi-automatics/
I’m like electrified eels and ya can’t touch the skill/
You think you hard ha! better bring the viagra pills/
I’m Not from Chi-town but I stay Ill wit shit/
And that Noise you’d better kill it/
Cause no sense from the common cat will/
Have ya blood spill on the burnin battlefield/

VERSE 2:

I’m Diggin in the crates to acquire the taste of mass appeal/
Rig the ones who hate who can neva penetrate the energy shield/
Vessel of the real and I’m never demotin thug/
No record deal wont have me endorsin guns/
To me Hip-Hop plays the golden gun to stun/
And Mics be the slugs rockin the body numb/
Yes the Fifth Element is amazin blazing/
The Shogun bringin decadence to the nation/
So why pay lump sums to stray from abstinent ways/
When I can burn you out like ya do spliffs on ashtrays/
Cause niggas mince the brain/
With rat poison to cloak ya dismay/
Triggas make killas the weak subjugate their mind state/
Liqua make dealas and they stay in labyrinth of malaise/
While verbally I sodomize the pitiful minds/
Or those inclined to touch mic devices with the likes of mine/
To shed the light all I need is one stand and a spotlight/
One hand and one mic to rock the spot at the height of the night/
When ya finished ya finished In the given time limit/
My intention is to disfigure ya from waist-line to tendon/
and splendor at how I dismember the fruits of ya labor/
By lyrically blendin em limber like blades at the bottom of blenders/
Remember many presume to enter you are what you eat/
So if I consume the pick of the litter what does that make me/