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Mind Army
IP:
In this realm the champion form's move's of the matrix, soldjah's train in firey pit's to learn the basic's/
While graduated militant's march in cadence, the general stand's on the pedestal leading a battalion of hatred/ Fire bulge's out of crevece's making ground as magma harden's, there's no sun present the sky only darken's/ Movement's and shift's of the surface unvail's the city of Spartan's, reach is important all coronel's are marksmen/ Satan has no place the flame's here are hotter, it's all a fight for the thrown and the devil is the spotter/ The importance to protect is the imperor's daughter, the meat eatin is a warrior's sacrafice of slaughter/ The darkness set's over sky-n-galaxy, lock the door's of the realm of where u find-reality/ There's no support from the brain knowledge is your mind's-salary, statistic's are proven that in this stage muscle bind's-calorie's/ The stance of strike is set up as that of a male-cobra, execution is mandatory of those that are frail-soldjah's/ Faint is in order when death create's stale-odor's, there has alway's been one leader no dark or pail-voter's/ Floatation of different natural creature's in the form-of-shadow's, fighter's come out of there pit's to swarm-into-battle's/ You must stay in order and cover when it storm's-on-gravel, the bull's charge as we implant horn's-on-cattle/ The front' of war is seperated by the flame's-river, movement inside your structure cuz of fear make's your vein's-shiver/ 2 hand's cover your head as your brain's-quiver, ton's of alcoholic pressure weigh's down and stain's-liver's/ There's no Raiden lightning is replaced by comet's, the sickning smell of decaying flesh make's the hardest vommit/ Speed is of no worry we've captured and held sonic, weed is not present but the atmosphere hold's a scent of chronic/ Smoke stack's rise and there is alway's heated-torch's, house's are destroyed every second there's defeated-porch's/ My army hold's the most victorie's cuz i succeed-wit-force's, my mind control's the route's of the army i'm intrigued-by-source's/ The scale of dead fighter's goes up every minute, they judge the thought's of your mental by your skill's in the penant/ Wit every volcanic erruption my title i must defend-it, all wish to rule from the moment there born as an infant/ Gun's are worthless cuz wit these flame's i'll shoot-ya-first, there isn't a currency so there is no loot-on-turf/ There no computer's so there's no need to re-boot-the-surf, if your curious within scripture's i've told the future-of-Earth/ Feedback plz |
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