tha song of creation
 

this tha song of creation
crematin' cd's with each step taken
re-spect tha tainted
as I weaken tha fakin'

placin' second to none except havin' sex with a nun
born into the world is a child to become
both violent and dumb, writing in toungs, stylistic puns
thru symplistic complexity, a recipe to cripple tha rest-a these
less than mc's, I'm blessed with a disease
that's got me infested with ideas of morbid torturous plots
formin' four minute songs that sort-a start a war with the gods
order thru total chaos, exposin' fake frauds
overpriced when they say cost, I slay loss
and stay lost in my own creations, stuck in this damnation
examination takes place thru lamination, as plans is laid-in place
hands stay up-raised, as mans touch base with a corrupt fate
I can't help but wonder what's hate? it's just named
an excuse to use excessive force and cowarse tha hoards
an' enforce tha norm. standard handed down from the man in power....
this ya last endower....

^^^^^useal vocab n style from u son, tightness garenteed fosure, flow was on better then useal today for u.


peep "fuck everybody son

ILL DROP I SEE YOU ELIVATEN

thanx.... can' someone give some feedback..

uppin'