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Lick My Webbo Production Presents:omen Of The Icon~o~clast
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LICK MY WEBBO PRODUCTION PRESENTS:OMEN OF THE ICON~O~CLAST
OMEN=AN OCCURANCE OR PHENOMENON BELIEVED TO PORTEND A FUTURE EVENT.
ICON= AN OBJECT OF UNCRITICAL DEVOTION:IDOL
ICONOCLAST= IMAGE or IDOL DESTROYER
to those who oppose those who call themselves my foes
those who praise no worship of the truth posed as told you shall be judged as diclosed.
Hook:
AS FORTOLD from APOCOLYPTIC SCROLLS
JUDGMENT WILL come and the earThs’ mold will unfold-
THE EARTH WILL PAY IT’S TOLL-
NOT BY WEIGHT IN GOLD-
BUT by the WEIGHT IN SOULS.
THE LAST WILL BE FIRST THE FIRST SHALL BE LAST.
IM THE OMEN NONCENTZ THE ICON~O~CLAST.
YO YO YO
they say the pen's mightier then the sword.
i implore-both for the use of war,
yall some fake CRIPS your clips are FOLK~LORE.
i'll eclipse the world forever more-
drown you in the a lava abyss found in the earths' core.
sliCEN my enemies~ extremeties-
to seven segments,i ship over 7 seas.
clutch my rosary's ....good jesus-
i leave rappers PUZZLED...they brains fallen to PEACES-
my escabated feacies-is proof of an extraterrestial species.
Break it to rap basics-create my own brand like ASICS.
Understand????
your rhymes wouldnt have structure with floor plans.
my flow can create lakes in sands
found on desert lands. making a water park out of Iran
the rap martyr-im POSIEDNE the father -
cross breed my gene pool with that of an otters'.
Now I rip harder.....spit cyclones on micophones....
Drown m.c. within a typhoon of saliva water.
adjust it out the mouth angled
untangled from my throat chaneled-
with an errosive force leaven the earth mangled.
choke artist get strangled....the lord knows -
I love pussy but i fucken hate you ass holes..
hoe's for doe-while i display artistry like a VAN GOUGH.
my words very-with more flavor like BEN AND JERRYS.
you cant compare to this heavenly M.C.-so dont dare me-
or i'll show you hell as seen by DONTE ALLEGHER~Ie.
i dissect- these miniscual criminals step on you insects-
spit at you with terrets.-the closest-
you came to being a thug was a fucken cardiac arrest.
never did time, never even wrote a rhyme-
and you aint nice on mics.
your lifes-haunted by suicide re~write you type-
like your ghostwritter's a poltergeist-that died twice.
Fuck a rap I’ll kill you with the the song moral-
You suck and only do this to please fans with oral.
and for you that here this and say you aint feeling it.
this the best litarary context SINCE THE ODYSSEY and THE ILLIAD.
Hook:
AS FORTOLD from APOCOLYPTIC SCROLLS
JUDGMENT WILL come and the earThs’ mold will unfold-
THE EARTH WILL PAY IT’S TOLL-
NOT BY WEIGHT IN GOLD-
BUT by the WEIGHT IN SOULS.
THE LAST WILL BE FIRST THE FIRST SHALL BE LAST.
IM THE OMEN NONCENTZ THE ICON~O~CLAST.
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