Self Glorification keystyle
intergallactically known,toss more bows than archery..
freeze niggas in they track,like i do things arctically..
want a part of me?,*HERE* this fist should fit you nice..
cause i got more punchlines than H.B.O on fight night..
spittin hectically,snap a neck in three for disrespectin me..
leave niggas fertile on the mic,like im givin out hysterectomies..
im hard on the wood,my rhymes are class sick and strait dope..
type of dude not to pick between life or death, but choose both..
hardwood is so sick, even my doctor couldnt diagnoss us..
tearin emcees new skin,like we made the process of Fibrosis..
im jacking ya mics,you dont belong spittin through electrics..
sending ya'll books of culture,wouldnt make ya minds eclectic..
im commin with more flows,than droolers do when they sleep..
got hunger pains wanting more,like dinner i forgot to eat..
ripped text,braced-necks,no respect for the futures best..
flippin emcees faster than cards in casino decks..
check my methods.You'll see im certafiably scientific..
postin more emcees up against the wall than hieroglyphics..


Dunno was just spittin to a beat with bells hehe

[Chorus - 2x]
Listen as the Church Bells Rings My Times-up..
The devil torching my fate, as the lines puff..
face to face, i look at him untill his eyes-Bluff..
He has my Soul and Debt, Yet i guess thats not enuff..


[Calamity]
Cold and alone i sit, Awaiting judgement..
THe sky turns red, But Where has the Judge went??..
Have i awoken him from his slumber..
i wonder..my question is answered in a Pound of thunder..
For i have commited the ultimate sin..
and banished from life, never to return again..
FOr i have betrayed the one and only thing i Hold High..
For i have sold my soul to the devil,betrayed god..
it was late, and i musta been drunk or somethin..
cause when i woke up, an i was in a trunk or somethin..
slowly my memory began to Ful-fill me..
i was held hostage,by the robbers of my jewelry..
i had did them dirt before,and considerend the beef squashed..
i was under Survalance,as they observed and made plots..

Part of a Song (Clouded Mics)
also spit to a beat
Yea man.. lets bring back hip-hop...
Lately its been dying..


Lately hip-hops been on the operation table..
being killed slowly, from Gun play and fables..
Rappin bout Females, Glocks deaths and yayo..
They need to stop Joking, Own the mic and say more..
Spittin bout Tips, women, and cash is brainless..
Try being an MC, stop speaking bout ya Stainless..
Is spittin about knowldge, really that painfull?..
cause spittin about Sins ,has to be shamefull..
I grip a gold mic, and rip till cold nights..
Stay humble as i rumble on the path of most rights..
My facial expressions be lit When They Empty..
I Congradualte, skip hate,and Ignore my Envees..





Just gimme any feed back about if you enjoyed em or not, or what i could do to improve.. Holla

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^uppin for some feed back.. leave some comments..

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up.... Give some feedback.. dont sleep..

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nvm then lol

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