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11-02-06, 01:12 PM | #1 | ||||||
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Chaos Theory
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This is the last thing i dropped for text when i stopped
peep the imagery My flows Naval, like Tsunamis I wave fatal, born with a caved navel Bungee jump into a bay with my intestines as slave cables// While holdin my gray halo I practice acrobatic combative flips Ecstatic slammin a cactus stick in the ground till the planet splits// Imagine this, an assassin with dragon lips attackin with acid spits Hazardous, cuttin so fast the fragment’s fragments collapse in fifths// And impact so rapid and massive it resurrects every Jurassic myth Quickly dash in a path till light spans crackin a camera lens// Break a mountain in half have it stashed in back of an ambulance Put a magnet in back of it to pull Earths metallics to an African// Known to have the blackest skin, fuse em together on accident Wear the flesh as fabric, so my touch turns u into granite bricks// My wrath is rich as animals, Ill man-da-bull till I break its mandible Eat a man till Im full of man like cannibals, then drink a cann-a-bull// I define intangible, dropped my thoughts to land mine on a landmine So the explosion’s smoke forms hand signs shaded to deaths tan line// I drown serpents - the mankind - then devour a goblet filled with grief As I Wildebeest as a weapon on a field of Greeks and a guild of priests// Commended as odd, meditate suspended in fog, defendin my cause Child of Allah hangin from gold chains, Im called DePendant of God// Begin with a grin and end with a sob, blindfold light till its near night Spear fight on a kite with my ear as my eye for a year till I hear sight// Im a man of time thatll analyze when the next unborn man can die Use a pan to split Satan’s brains and perform a hand stand inside// I spit bullets the size of turtle shells at ya dome till ur bone freezes Thru the cold season I took my own semen and soul to clone Jesus// A human stove thats so heated itll burn a hole thru a whole region Turn the ashes to stones, breathe it, till my lungs are blown pieces// The type to walk thru globe with a robe of mold and the Popes teeth An arm of gold rings, I can swing at coal so fast that the gold bleeds// To see the lives of mortal guys I multiplied my eyes by five tenths My mind split thrice inside a time rift to be born as the Wise men// |
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11-02-06, 04:31 PM | #2 | |||
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IP: 3240 794D
Need two links.
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