im linking the passage of tactical math and creating a savage.
without plannings and tactics im soon to become an electro-rapatic.
haters i manage, and no homes i aint fakin or braggin.
ill leave with a plan of salvation with no salvation to salvage.
im cause real damage,and planning to call it "rap-destruccion''
im slapin curruption around like they was traped in the summit.
politcal bullshit has erupted the surface, curruption was birthless.
were serving the earthlings, with no reason or purpose.
our fighting was worthless, we're pawns on the surface.
consider the world my opponent and im ready for murkage
"my people follow me!" is like saying pawn to queen's three.
its hard to believe, is reality a dream, or just a vision to see.
a fake belief, the blowing of leaves, its all just fake.
ill take what i got, and rot with the rest, its my decision to make.
we lost in a matrix, a vortex worth haten'.
time? just save it. evolution just crave it.
elevation? just make it. me? i made it.
i tryed somethin new, and i THINK i blazed it.....

links later.. leave feed... this was something new i was trying.... tell me how it is.. really has no point to it... so yea... lol