GoD LiKe
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Retarded Shit Flowology
IP:
Yo it’s the mentally disturbed scientist, verbal terrorist
Wit a mic surgically attached to my grip
Inserting venom in my veins, wit endless amounts of spiting caused by the pain
Now take heed of the fiend and witness the flames
As rage excels, cross over at the gates of hell, none-less a tone burning yet unforgiven
flesh was all they smelled and thus failed on position, took a single breath and immediately snuffed out his entire existence upon my page fire was written
Now listen intensively to the voice of ancient spirits while they recite poetry
Words defined from a distance, minds left twisted to the point that I see wit out vision
A picture painted in my mental like graffiti what I saw was so vivid
Visualized through the perception of seven separate dimensions
Aggressively unload the nine, lyrically seeing the future when I close my eyes
Each word properly a lined, the world is mine
Look towards the atmosphere and see my rhymes written in skylines
Study my mind, you’ll see I right, attacking at night my weapons a mic
Poetically precise prism type sight, more solid bars than prisons when I write
Certified shit is raw, cause its deliberate that I’ll spit all over the mic like an ill-literate retard/kicking rhythms that id move your soul, REMOTE wit quotes to take CONTROL
Blast, unfold the last scroll and watch the planet explode
Yo-yo-mentally retarded tongues a teck left souls departed
Plus promising the rest of the texts astonishing, bombing like Saddam wit out men
Grenades and no pens, my lyrics like raw coke when I spit em
Pure white in your vein no resistance pay attention to the rhythm
Highly addictive, spreading like aids through your system
This plague is vicious, spirits is blessing me wit delicious lyrical recipes
Chaotic diction, control lost souls when iam spiting
Devil testing me one breathe seeds of death rest in peace
This beat got me started, retarded attack, writing like i am piping up crack while reciting the facts/militant minded militia sparking catch you on target than hit ya
The killa masta blasting fasta flows dismiss ya, heavy blows from the double barrel cannon dent ya, permanently disfigure your figure triggers id cripple you bitches
On microphones unseen abseen melodies murder your team
When the flow blow like fiends, my suggestion to your question, will my answers a steel hammer blacking out dreams, come near closer
Weapons of warfare roost ya, for those opposing clips are chosen leave em frozen like a poster
ten to the head, retarded little kid, only aliment special aid as elements of disease spread, sneeze and your soul is his, squads can’t harm or alarm me made whole army’s fled, mouth steel dumping out lead keep fronting i am pumping the handle the verbal vandal I’ll leave em all red
(switch over to extremely fast style)
attempted to scramble like Randal but got sacked behind the line of scrimmage instead
test the teck left holes in his head, opposing all dead
chose and he fled, track em down in an instant hold his pension sickening position any resistance then iam flipping crack needle pen print vicious prescriptions
on the mission all competition left dented from the relentless scriptures that were written
dismissed wit swiftness spiting and splitting wit no forgiveness from what I mentioned
from a distance you can’t hit it, flames replacement from close range i am like the Matrix
the lethal deadly hated remains confiscated overstated what we taking lines blazing insane remain a thousand hoes shaking the flows amazing 30 crack heads fainting
wit poison serums am eternally painting, simultaneously third omen of the twentieth century forever again performing sins not to remember me no memory
mic fiend light speed poetry, Retarded/ Flow Ology
Had to do it
needed to see what i could come up with on a free post
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