Thread: Broken Watches
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Old 02-17-03, 09:27 AM   #1
Narcicyst
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Broken Watches

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It's Broken Watches,keep your eyes open,cuz most kats don't know what time it is but i'ma let them know......

there's no inventin time/spinnin mindss i'ma a troubled mine/rockin lines like sun dial descriptions/back and forth letter for letter like pen pal traditions/pencils with len imprisoned/repeatitive retrospect of life is just a shred of wisdom/batter your decapitated head fragments/head bangers that'll sent stagnet/acting is your source of image/feelin my souls crashin trade it in a minute/constantly releasing neck crackers like necklaces that are made of biscuits/embed my visions add up my choices supportin options/illuminate and duplicate light the day offers/shockin like stickin forks in sockets/you couldn't make up for lost time if you covered a misplaced foriegn watch with lipstick and eyeliner/i strike like under paid workers and high risers/in office spaces/i'm slept on like sheets and pillow cases/if i don't pull your card its simply cuz i only deal with aces/against facists numerous forms of haters in races/try to fade me and your shows end up cancelled like raffles/with stubs and rhymes are scrammbled/in a house where things are badly handled/you makin rain checks?/keep proppin yourself with the same sets/when you gonna realize i'm live and you fake like hollywood plane wrecks
yo it's Narcicyst open your optics/Patrick Bateman microphone collosus/murder your timing like i broke your watches/close your office/to further notice and refine your skill/global watches i own cuz the time i kill
i flow spurts like vein splatter/got strange manners/in this life enforced you dicked like an arranged marriage/money can make you kill your own like benay ramzi's deranged parents/follow shit you boys and parents teach you like trained parrots/you hella embarrasin/i get beefed like cake batter/make moves and shake after/with your fake laughter/pretend that you understand my rhymes like you live below me/claim beef on cuts but you creep with a sandwich filled with baloney/shape shifted to my mom hungered me and couldn't hold me/stop clock bars and your limited power/my lines so pure usually confused with Dominican powder.....

Raising diseaed beef like a british farmers land...Narcicyst
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