chorus
I'm an average man-
But still pack and grab ya man-
Rack up and clap my hands-
While drugs are being passed by grams-
This song is gold-
Ours new, your raps are old-
State Of Emergency-
Let it be told-

Zodiac
My vivid descriptions ignite voices with civil coalition forces-
In the demis of scripted incision choices, live it with precision courses-
Reenact the stunts of kamakaze bottle rockets, stock the eye sockets-
Counter clock the blockage of massages, relapse the despised watches-
On crotches, the time stoppage is the patients with medical stages-
Federal nations with impossible, probable, non-stoppable, degrating agents-
I use divination to tell the fable future of creatures who are non stable-
And the turntable is awfully able to battle the Queen Of Heart's coffee table-
In the stable of electric cables who bet that the raiders are set for death-
Descriptive preaches with teachings descend from the past of rejects-
My cycles rotate counter clockwise with psychos who stop the cries-
Block off the sighs of power standpoints of views watching the implies-
Revive the gravity of rap, relapse double impacts, troubled facts, survive calamity-
Arrive with reality to bring demise to cavalry, despise your battery-
Alive salary with cloned faces to dispair, droned spaces for repair-
Of your multies, flow, ya show, just for chrome laces or a death stare-
Ready to inhale inflictions, exhale precision rhymes, rate my rap surgery-
With plates of clergy, and decisions dismantled for Nonfictions State of Emergency-

Chorus
I'm an average man-
But still pack and grab ya man-
Rack up and clap my hands-
While drugs are being passed by grams-
This song is gold-
Ours new, your raps are old-
State Of Emergency-
Let it be told-

Quick Liquid
state of emergency just hurry me through----
casket goes down cause this bullet's burryin you----
scurry from who, yeah me, your worryin too----
blurry ya view, with cuts that'll gurnie ya crew----
bags that sag, and pack like a haky sack----
catz are wack, and lack what i surely have----
quick picks a pack of pumps to pump and pack pistolz----
and lyrics that cost about as much as swolen crytles----
go to camp, get amped, right now cause i'm the champ----
and the ideaz in my head are just as bright as a lamp----
forget the shit, that flips the bricks----
i look at this, as a state of emergency bitch----
lipz get kissed, with pioson licks----
drips are driped, while tricks are kicked and hit----
sirens go off, soft, cause my gunz got a flu and it just might caugh----
the cost, gets lost, three thirds cause i'm the boss----
clause, pause, cause the city points to moss----
me in the game now thats a serious problem----
i'll rob them, come up with a answer and solve em'----
when people see me they clutter and shout----
cause with this verse i'll turn the song inside out----

chorus
I'm an average man-
But still pack and grab ya man-
Rack up and clap my hands-
While drugs are being passed by grams-
This song is gold-
Ours new, your raps are old-
State Of Emergency-
Let it be told-

this is a song with me and some one named zodiac our group is called non-fiction

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