Somthing new i was working on,,,,,,
Let me know if its worth finishing.....


Yo it’s the mentally disturbed scientist, verbal terrorist/
Wit a mic surgically attached to my grip/
Inserting venom in my veins, wit endless amounts of spiting caused by the pain/
Now take heed of the fiend and witness the flames/
As rage excels, cross over at the gates of hell, none-less a tone burning flesh was all they smelled/and thus failed on position, took a single breath and immediately snuffed out his entire existence/upon my page fire was written/
Now listen intensively to the voice of ancient spirits while they recite poetry/
Words defined from a distance, minds left twisted to the point that I see wit out vision/
A picture painted in my mental like graffiti what I saw was so vivid/
Visualized through the perception of seven separate dimensions/
Aggressively unload the nine, lyrically seeing the future when I close my eyes/
Each word properly a lined, the world is mine/
Look towards the atmosphere and see my rhymes written in skylines/
Study my mind, you’ll see I right, attacking at night my weapons a mic/
Poetically precise prism type sight, more solid bars than prisons when I write/
Certified shit is raw, cause its deliberate that I’ll spit all over the mic like an ill-literate retard/kicking rhythms that id move your soul, REMOTE wit quotes to take CONTROL/
Blast, unfold the last scroll and watch the planet explode/






Yo-yo-mentally retarded tongues a teck left souls departed/
Plus promising the rest of the texts astonishing, bombing like Sadom wit out men/
Grenades and no pens, my lyrics like raw coke when I spit em/
Pure white in your vein no resistance pay attention to the rhythm/
Highly addictive, spreading like aids through your system/
This plague is vicious, spirits is blessing me wit delicious lyrical recipes/
Chaotic diction, control lost souls when iam spiting/
Devil testing me one breathe seeds of death rest in peace/
This beat got me started, retarded attack, writing like iam piping up crack while reciting the facts/militant minded militia sparking catch you on target than hit ya/
The killa masta blasting fasta flows dismiss ya, heavy blows from the double barrel cannon dent ya, permanently disfigure your figure triggers id cripple you niggez/
On microphones unseen abseen melodies murder your team/
When the flow blow like fiends, my suggestion to your question, will my answers a steel hammer blacking out dreams, come near closer/
Weapons of warfare roost ya, for those opposing clips are chosen leave em frozen like a poster/ten to the head, retarded little kid, only aliment special aid as elements of disease spread, sneeze and your soul is his, squads can’t harm or alarm me made whole army’s fled, mouth steel dumping out lead keep fronting iam pumping the handle the verbal vandal I’ll leave em all red/

(switch over to extremely fast style)

attempted to scramble like Randal but got sacked behind the line of scrimmage instead/
test the teck left holes in his head, opposing all dead/
chose and he fled, track em down in an instant hold his pension sickening position any resistance then iam flipping crack needle pen print vicious prescriptions/
on the mission all competition left dented from the relentless scriptures that were written/
dismissed wit swiftness spiting and splitting wit no forgiveness from what I mentioned/
from a distance you can’t hit it, flames replacement from close range iam like the Matrix/
the lethal deadly hated remains confiscated overstated what we taking lines blazing insane remain a thousand hoes shaking the flows amazing 30 crack heads fainting/
wit poison serums am eternally painting, simultaneously third omen of the twentieth century forever again performing sins not to remember me no memory/
mic fiend light speed poetry, Retarded/

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I am Here To Save You All