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i put celestial bodies in hells medical lobby, drop an atomic bomb ta melt chemicals in nagasaki
in a literal sense ill turn ya spine into a pivatol neck, scriptin verses wit this digital pen
rhymes projected thru a critical lens, fuck the government with their ridicule threats
hip hops dying from these corporate snakes, keepin our minds constricted with caution tape
numbers droppin faster then abortion rates, taking our rhymes n thoughts away
my shit is depicted thru art, christen ya heart wit a fuckin stick and a dart
off the radar and slipped from tha charts, explicit and sub colder then a mission ta mars
this aint a test of skills only a practice exam, im always battlin wit an axe in ma hand
smoking cats while im packing a gram, "crushin ya skull" just ta "flatten ya plans"
fuck the law system and legal rights, paiting horrid visions when i breathe in mics
im the govenments top disease ta fight, ya stuck on my shit like feigns ta pipes
abort a baby and make an orphan cringe, fuck blazin cats ill inject em wit morphine hits
crossing our paths is unfortunate, always tought ta win, when we slaughter kids
the worlds becoming "electronic", filled with many differnet "stero types"
forming life in chemical pints, always "standing" my ground when i "bury" yo mic
wit no effort or force im connecting my thoughts, leave ya body for animals digestin the corpse
nail ya fuckin chest to a cross, murder all 12 apostles so gods message gets lost
ravaging emcess with these dominant scripz, i spit in mics till my oxygen gives


Sub-Zero


rappers is bullshittin... THa Game Is all Talk/
singin w/ hoes jus’ To put Ya Name in The Charts/
This shit’s Goin downhill, Like Tha Shape of an Arc/
We fena Silence Tha Followers Fakein tha Art/
this rap shit Runs through my Veins to my Heart/
I’m a Street Warrior, That Was Destined To Die/
Tryin to Survive walkin’ under desolate skies/
Where Legions of men hide w/ tha Devils Demise/
In a shepherds disguise, crooked Revrins of Christ/
Getting Lost in Thoughts in tha Depth of my mind/
Thinkin Hip Hop’s Aproachin tha end of it’s life/
Is Enough To Make walk around Depressed for a night/
I LOVE THIS SHIT, I neva been spitin-fa-No-Money/
If tha planet got nuked I be walkin through a dessert/
Spittin-to-nobody, Me and Explicit Rippin tha Top Pros/
Spittin Punches on mixTapes that’ll Dent in Ya Consoles/
w/ flows, that extend past tha End Of Tha Cosmos/
Why yall Paid? ‘n I get Shit on for Hot Flows?/
IT’s Enough to make me flip n Rip out ya Tonsils/
Cause It’s Easy To Rap, When U Media Backed/
but I’m ‘Bout Blunts, Bitches, Graffiti n Rap/
Cats like us’ Handin yall The Encyclopedia back/
ya cheesy n wack, needin to develop ya mind/
wasan't shit byt a passin trend to spit Intelligent Rhymes!?!/
Now tha Real Shit Can’t shine on tha shelf w/ tha ice/
Get so deep, I look up, N it looks like Hell in the skies/
I’m Half Dragon Half Lion w/ tha Face of a Minotaur/
Spitin enigmatic text engraved on tha blade of a Scimitar/
beefin was pointless, ‘n in so many ways it was Pitiful/
Got Tha East and The West Engaved in a Civil war/
But I stay Rippin ‘em, questin’ to be tha best at this shit/
Even IF Rap Reaches it’s Ultimate Death At Tha End/
I roam tha globe in a cloak tryin To Resurrect it again/

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