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Flyweight
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Shadow Games
IP:
(Snippet: “Track 9” – Ill Bill)
(Beat: “Shadow Games”) – Anno Domini Beats
(Eerie wind in the background)
Hook:
(scratching)
It came from the shadows… Won’t you play my shadow games?
Shadow games… over there in the shadows! It can’t be tamed…
Verse 1:
I slice and slash from the mists and shades
Silent assassin with fists and blades
Blood to ashes like wrist to page
As shadow screens my fits of rage
Open the cache and spilled my facets
Under your skin like body rashes
Leaving my victims in stacks of ashes
Scars of the past like broken glasses
This player always completes his passes
My style heat ya up like the greenhouse gases
Chew through your casket while your using it bastard
Spent a million years matching illness with maggots
Ghost strain ya brain drain the fluid, just do it
Cos I ain’t sane in the membrane I refuse it
Day one, I cued it ya mind’s my terrain
Don’t blame me, I can’t control this insane game
Shattered through the chains and cast my reigns
Now I’m back and kicking, ready to splatter brains
Crane ya neck I snap it too wild to be tamed
Trained my mind to feign sanity its laxity
Amity with herbs I curse the word’s travesty
Lavishly I ravish what I heard, flow so absurd
Cos murder’s one verb that leave ya limbs on the curb
Hook x 1
Verse 2:
Sparring with my flames will leaver your carcass dusty
Ya can’t match me, your lard ass is too crusty
I’ve busted kings and warlords with rings and long swords
Not shy to sing along to the snapping of ya spinal chord
This poor sturdy berserk take ya tripe and steal ya sight
No match for my mysteriously meticulous meta might
A tidy fight for edgy types so feel the fright
Light a candle for every blight to aid ya nightly sight
Ya sloppy style’s just slithers shy of trite
Tight ridiculously radical raps be rapin ya right
These secular tricks stick like seminar twists
Split the nebula mists with the force of my wrists
Test the cellular licks leave you gravity-kissed
Chain molecular kicks into one single spit
Leave you savagely-ripped and ya senses amiss
Dare me play with your wits and bear witness to this
No less than bricks and fists to the rest of ya midsts
Tell you science and sense I never meant to admit
It fits, felt the gist of my grit and got knocked out
Another end to another trend hear the clock’s shout
The block’s hot and I’m rockin this mock bout
Fuck what you stock ya cock the wrong shots
Flock to haters copin nine lines live rhymes
My times benign whines of grime crimes n fine vines
The scene’s blind as I grind my signs into life’s chime
Cos what’s yours is now mine and the only thing to blame are these lines
Hook x 1
Verse 3:
I spit sicker words, flip sicker verbs, kick it to herbs
Split heads on curbs, leave the skull’s curved, pickin ya nerves
Can’t reimburse you for the damage of this verse
Words so devilish they’ll take you to your hearse
For this is one curse you’ll never reverse
My style is mystic, encrypted like hieroglyphics
Nothing specific just bold enough to be mythic
Terrific…my lines aren’t sick dogg, they’re fucking psychotic
These rhymes had Hitchcock bordering neurotic
Got it locked down supernatural, factually actual
I’ll match you all, it ain’t a wish, I made it contractual
And my attitude is gratitude for this verbal latitude
Never meant to kill ya, it was just a herbal habitude
Cos I… shed serious repercusions pushin cussin like drunk Russians
Rushin in and bust em plush the cushions bitch shush the fussin
You must be tripping cos I got ya parents and cousins
Flame these bitches like all things Usher wasn’t
Have you and your stupid brethren home alone like Kevin
Burnin like top gear revin, the tip of an AK leave you leaden
Straight to heaven, underground between 5 and 7
Feet, I let em, dirt was ya life and what you… gun be dead in
(Snippet: “Track 11” – Bushido)
gonna audio this soon so i'd really appreciate some feedback!!
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