Narcelus Flawless
From: confined in the mazes of my mind |
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Feelin Ritcheous
IP: C3D0 66BD
its hard to concentrate, my flows burial like Watergate/
i'm strong and filled with hate, droppin trophies you hear the Oscar blade/
free the innocent from impotence, and give them insulant/
to face the disatence thats killin em/
as Moses stupifies, sunddenly brutalize, utilize the few computerized/
and classify, the few that're crufied, but truely you decide how to
beat the semi futilized/
system of true demise, its unpredictable, now who's to die/
the verse has yet to come, its propaganda with the infected dumb/
the metal's bell has rung, inside your lungs, the venom stung/
intercept the sun, i decompose the photosynthasis/
and use arethmatics to block the rays, and make the Earth eclipse...
verse 2:
this year shit double like we cloning manure/
we barber like we own the Spurs/
aint nothin sweet like meals with no dessert/
in studios with heems growing, its four leaves on green clovers/
i'ma crush and search for truth like agent Mulder in a steam roller/
send tax in bars, break you in four like Kit Kats, you think you big mac/
accidental mishaps, get slashed blood on a crips big act/
been around long, drop anywhere like old folks with large diapers/
you aint a category, makes you infactically norm cyphers/
sleeping with all right, cuz that'll be all nighters/
my insanity gone ritcheous, the mourning of all lifeless/
this life is heat in hands, so get biz like our age was feeling bad/
get things done like when you peep you man speaking of Allahs land....
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