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01-29-04, 08:19 PM | #1 | |||||||
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Critical Revelations
IP: C4AB 9642
Critical Revelations
Intro: In the year of 2052, all intelligent life on Earth has been reduced to drones that have a purposeful mission for their existence…worshipping the beast…Revelation has arrived… Verse One Unexpected the procedure we induced to save our lives, has died Supplies destroyed, fortresses limited, all saviours shied Chose the scenario, either way, we fail towards the priest Infected by his proprieties, world peace is bleak The mortals afraid to speak, for fear of what to expect They more content with subtle lives, don’t want to be Urban Legend Our chance for survival and unity is fucking in crisis The way we adore our morals, that shit is priceless Cause when the going gets in a state of emergency We gentle with being a human demonstration, victim of the surgery Mouth drooling burgundy, resembling Willis in Die Hard Attack the competition for the complete art, dressing in war scars Long gash across our forehead…bullets enter our ribcage Touching so many beings with lead, nine millimetre tag Women gagged, another bystander slayed with the mentality Caused by the money evidently, the lust for high salary Want to challenge me? Can’t handle me, teach ancient work Living in the ghetto streets, where the beast lurks Instincts make me think…we outnumber enemy, good ratio Seems exaggerated though, how we face circumstance daily, yo Chorus: 2052, The year that Earths civilization demised Is the same year that Genesis end arrived Blind with our eyes, sympathy suits us fine Regular excruciating pain for the soldiers prime Marking the decline of our time, fools are surprised Because the tranquil and despise is rooted with ties…. Destruction accompanies, pride bide with toils Global Warming burns our colours to the brown of the Earths soils Plans for redemption spoiled, the outcome is inevitable Workers crop the remaining fields, only food that’s edible The packages and overseas deposit is filtered with chemicals The devil calls, memories lost of the Earths sensible The prominent and profitable have been lowered, devoured Bum-rushed, red meat by the scowering street cowards IQ’s have little impact on this realms society Trust worthy are companions, as to present day liability Figurative and literal meaning take endorsing effect “Order your supply of warfare easy on www.select” Even ambassadors and politicians are senseless Sparing their hours working on false solutions to the worlds pollution Cops stalking ghetto prey, abusing domestic strays More satisfaction gained, with each demonic bullet sprayed The suburbs now littered with oppressors, mind state, waiting for dawn As the faint, distinct pictures of happy times layed on the sidewalks by crayon Day on, day off…cease to communicate with the darkness that follows As each day passes, increase in brutilate how the artists get swallowed Chorus Damage, explosives send off climaxing complex The purpose polluted and perplexed by the dominating surface Trife encircles the minorities: the dominoes fall accordingly Shortly after the exhuming government falls just like Nostradamus seen Shit discovered to solve the bodies, which are decaying Lotions and formulas prescribed to stop beauty from aging But the women hood has been proclaimed deceased…scathed by the beast Resting horrid catacombs, that substance of filth flowing to my knees Distressed, I am the messiah; I must finally spin these tires Cast out evil spirits, restore health, and delete liars Leave elementary common sense to its natural Rose up the snakes that crawl, my presence they appalled Discriminated, their true colours kept shaded The aftermath of my elevation; My dream only laminated The demon of hell, himself, foolishly I forgot the disguise I endured his shit…though he would abide…easily described The mass of evil continued its shallow tune; the truth awaited its doom Waiting for the moon to resume its tinted loom, casting shadows on heavens blooms City left in ruins, this whole saga is similar to the seen displayed today Everyday ways braided with Hell’s blade, caskets lowered and laid Never heard someone speak so deeply to this degree...about The dirt, our body’s cremation reunited with its history Chorus twice
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01-29-04, 08:43 PM | #2 | |||||||
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UPPIN....please dont let this be slept on....please...I would like feeback on this piece for once...
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01-30-04, 04:10 PM | #3 | |||||||
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UPPING this again...No one ever fucking replies to my Open Mics...Would like some comments on this piece.
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02-15-04, 10:23 PM | #4 | |||||||
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HAHA...This is old...but Im uppin it again...HAHAHAHA...Uppin for replies...blah blah...i am brilliant...
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02-15-04, 10:41 PM | #5 | |||||||
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That Was Illa Shit...See Elders Dont Pay Respect To Tha Rookz...Even Tho Most Of Us Rookz Illa Than You...Way To Write Pinacle...
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02-15-04, 11:13 PM | #6 | |||||||
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Nice knowledge drop - vocab level was good. Flow was nice - seemed natural. Had a number of quotable lines. You maintained the feeling of desolation throughout - nice job. Hit something in my sig - preferably Broken Metamorphosis if you haven't yet.
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