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04-16-03, 03:41 PM | #1 | ||
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The Devil
IP:
His outrageous thoughts, rage in phrases that amazes gods//
Contagious bars, engraved in faces, what the cases caught// Disgraced n scarred by what they brought wit a graceful art// His name will mark, so dope he will reply with a caustic remark// The race is lost, he's got mo' hateful costs than racist cops// With every drop, get maimed n tossed inta basement vaults// Drawin with his faults, he hits unexpected like predicting tommorrow// When he spits you get sprayed, filled wit sorrow, feelin layed in burrows// His inner darkness turns elements into burned sediments// Journalists inta churned venison, urn buries 'em after he learns veterans// His morbid forces force the orbit of your core forward// A metamorphisis of four horses hault for the joyful chorus// His blows will throw ya, bolt ya throat off your shoulders// Hold ya whole soul in horror, Sodom n Gomorra, hittin it lower// Life's a whore he proposed to n bore more sorrow// Like he was supposed to, Drew swords sworn as the globes hollow// He birthed horizons, bringin lines that searched for violence// To get mo' solid points like fights at knife fests, He rehearsed the nicest// His verses collided inside of minds wit an unheard of silence// For the answers, he searched his iris, .... kaniving// He even ruled out the cross like church n tryants// First shall be last when, he lightens down our loads like attachments// Transactions of sinful actions, keepin tabs then add the taxes// With the Word of God, he stabs the masses, acid rappin// Revelation of our Genesis our past is backwards, It just happens// All that is in your hands collapses, all your tasks get snatched then to blame// You're found a flacid hapless captive, baskin in hell's matches the flames call your name// Jailed wit all your dames n each day you find out that it's all the same// Dismayed in all your shame n fo each sin said in each sick phrase your jaw is maimed// Cryin out 'Oh God' insane, hopin it's just a phase, the demons touch your face// As you look to the heavens n see throats erupt in praise// Metaphors he borrows from the depths of God's tourso// Stays packed like Warsaw, he did it coz he thought so// Last edited by Loki : 04-16-03 at 03:46 PM. |
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