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The Prophecy
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Soft Focus:The Weathers Art


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Ever since I was first endowed with a white owl
Since then i have always been a so called night owl
Searching for the right noun to find and write down
So my words standout like blood on a white towel
My soul invented new ways to leave a crew blazed
Enough to da point they darken twenty two shades
slice ya throat wit two blades justa double the pleasure
under da pressure, comes from creating a summer'a terror

Almost, The culprit would’ve skated but then Sam sung
told the cops "da gun was stashed behind the Samsung"
Now hes in da hospital,wit a collapsed lung n fractured bones
Startling revelations shows that I am the rapture cloned
Sent to capture thrones and leave all emcees worse off
Then a prisoner of war after they’ve called the search off

Due to prior measures I stay harder then a diamond’s texture
When designing lectures to overthrow tons of rhyming sectors
Verbally I’m providing great nectar that essential for my survival
Comming hard and never stoping,Courting rivals wit quarter rifles
Leaving the plaintiffs face wreacked, and in need of maintenance
Indeed the anus was brainless like post mummification patients
Gods pick, special, Like Neo i am the chosen The Chosen One
Stop bulets right after they start comming from an opponents gun
Their plain falis, thus always they take of, try to unload and run
instead their frozen from me holding onto their throa tand lungs