I'm doing an audio collab with Cin Laden.. tell me what you think of these verses... 1


invision wisdom in my mental prison.//
with medical percision I slit an incision into this game.//
injur ya name, degrade ya respect with a half step.//
after the the full I pull the metaphorical wool over ya eyes.//
with ritorical soul, no answer behind your demise.. or my mind.//
I'm scratchin' my own head after listnin' to my own tracks.//
my own raps confuse me, loose me in the complex design.//
perplex lines surface to the top as I arise.//
rhymes comprised of nine times the skill, I kill your will.//
short ya power like my lyrics a blackout, you hear it an' blackout!.//
fast to pass out, like a chlorophyl mask latched down.//
ask how.. make'n me repeat myself.. shit's ritorical.//
there is no answer, it just is, like cancer I happen an' spread.//
competition?.. half-of 'em dead, or atleast their career is after I'm thru with-um.//
take two of um, pour glue on um an' that's the only way they ever stick to a beat.//
you'd think they'd get sick of defeat, listen pussys.. just stick to tha weed...

we reapin' havoc on your elementary mathmatics.//
you call those equations, dawg your script barely addin'.//
more subtractin', like you try'n to evade elevation.//
me an' cin laden created acceleration.//
we faster than all-a you, mind at a hundred clicks.//
with this we hittin' a hundred cliques, crews, and gangs.//
just sick fools, don't spit they drule while we rule the game.//
no clue how to fuel they name, call me enron.//
a scandalous rappa with more petro than anyone.//
gased up an' ready to make enemy's run,//
'till they crawl from an energy slump, then we leave 'em strung out like celery stalks.//
is it embellishment or not, am I lyin' you be the judge.//
you still couldn't sentence me with those sentences.//
you'll never get ahead-a this, don't kid ya-self kid.//
when it comes to rappin' this pair'll never give in... ..

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