Banned: Biting
From: From the depths of darkness...........no solicitors |
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prepare
IP:
this is a phat production....
Flowing with an intellect of supernatural precision
Fact shatter your grey matter on poisonous compositions
Marked fists show punches, sharp wit hurts you topically
No need to bark, I don't bite, but still kill birds mockingly
With blunt exhalations over scriptures I serve a prophecy
Immune to all potency so understand no herbs are stoppin' me
Evolution not revolution, not a verse of detrogeraties
Cryptic clues answer but only 'cross' 'words' if you crossing me
Blink and miss verbs like comets be
Sparking action over darkness, with Verbal Virtuosity
I perterb astromony...shaking up these industry stars
Y'all don't understand this illness like i'ma bi linguist with SARS
Release polyrhythmic over bars similar to Frazier in Cheers
That's the new flava in ya ear, erasing your fears
Y'all didn't get it, did you? .........Think about it
It's a prelude to a new chapter possessing stature
Causing rapture or fractures if you can't capture the angle
Ain't no protractor could show you the size of it
Bout to have a grip on crews (cruise) like Di Caprio on Winslet's hips
My lyrics tore sets as much as physics law lets
If you don't feel me in your cortex it means it went above your heads
Like David Seaman, retract back to the lines
Tryin to grasp it, but you don't realise (real-eyes) the contact of my rhymes
No direct shots, just mastery of verbal artistry
Surpassing the comprehension of how you can imagine to depart with these
Thoughts into words, and back into cerebration
I'm like the ocean water level: At an alarming rate of elevation
Have you see my view, like your my pupils,
I got you open like dilation, but I ain't gonna school fools
I don't care if you can't see how I play words like Shakesphere
You won't understand the multi's any better even it's made clear
I flex vile text style (textiles) in threads hem got it sewn yo
So now you know the games locked with Virtuosos
I'm like a dying flower in a prison yard...there's no con-tending me
There are contenders, so I'm looking at Drop of the Century
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