I form like sworms of Hornets,
to leave you lyricaly dorment,
I torment cats who bore-me,
In my path i leave a bloodbath like stormin the beach of Normandy,
My wrath left my folk's mourning-me,
So try forcen me back, or pushin my course off track,
Cause i show no remorse to the fact that some cats cant rap,
I spit text, High on Coke and X,
My flows connect like dots, to infect your thoughts,
Set to leave you lost in Kaos,
So just take this as a lesson taught,
Thats been brought to you live and direct........
It's frightining, like being left to my own device's,
Or my mind left to it's own advise,
My arrivals more feared then the ghost of Christ,
My flow is ice- And I'm intellegent,
So the way that i act is irrelevent,
Yo! I speak fast when i talk,
Sometime's wit irrational thoughts of nonsense,
Takin out of context, and spit rhymes that are ill-log-ical,
My cause is not propable,
A flaw is not possible,
And my flow is unstoppable,
See, Wit God as my witness,
I'm a mirrored Image of a misfit,
That's alway's spitten on some sickshit,
It's like i was fixed wit sick mixture's,
Like I was equipt to spit scripture's,
Addicted to chicks and mixed liqour's,
So now my ideas get unstiched just a bit quicker........
Wit word's I create a topic, That's catastrophic,
I'm sicker then a priest coming out the closet,
My sick thought's are constant,
But when put into word's, my flow will leave you frost-bit,
Look, I think I'm morally corrupted,
I'm horribly mis-trusted,
It's like the core of me's erupted, wit an attitude of fuck it,
Composed of lying and cussin,
And I hang wit hoe's who are always try'n to be F#*kin

HIP-HOP Stay True

Someone Holla at your boy wit some feedback peace.....

Shit was alright, nothin really stood out. Only problem i had was it was too abstract. Theres already too much shit thats just rhymin and no point. Skills though, real shit.

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