I'm "E" aka Illacit, Khaos is The 13th Apostole

"GENERALS"

Verse 1: Khaos
Pen ready hit, your cleanslyness is why I'm not messed with...
And your sex life is like Ichabod Crane's tale is...headless...
A killer never flintches, came with no hesitation to merk us...
I'm comin with more straps then seat belt deminstration workers... __ <--- YEAH!
Put bullet holes in your fuckin hat, when I bust a cap off...
Dip fists in Windex to make it clear I'll bust your glass jaw...
Meditated with Buddhists, conquer this featherwieghted stupid...
Didn't know what flawless was 'till I deminstrated it's usage... __
If I told you a secret, you probably wouldn't believe it...
Peirce your teflon vagina with my hollow tipped penis...
If you suffice fine, fuck up the symetry of your life line...
Brain made out of ink, still wouldn't be in your WRITE mind...
I construct a flawless flow, high voltage will plot a fate...
With my pen, I write a rhyme, and lyrically I dominate...
By far the most creative wordsmith, write hard lyricals...
Fuck you, it's Khaos and Illacit, 5 star Generals...

Hook (repeat2)
We tha Gods of this army, respect an loved!
5 star Generals commanding our ways!
tha last man standing couldn't stand in our way!
We tha Gods of this army, bringin pain an disaster!
Troops'll march on through ya veins alot faster!
It's a shame all you lames are not masters!
General fuckas!

Verse 2: Illacit
Im like a General nigga absolutely, ya’ll should salute me claim
you got beef then why tha fuck you aint shoot me?!/ im marching
into war permanently tha single man military/ though Luteninate K
described as killa scary/ Call me loyal an righteous, even despite-this
i've been basicully livin "life-less"/ hittin this harder than a police army wit
nightsticks/ 6 shots’ll make a nigga go in seizures start havin hemerages/
make him squeeze tha cross, then bleed across my own fuckin premesis/ <--- GET BACK!
I’m accurate like tha assassin of Kennedy, ya’ll gettin death threat
remedies along tha rest of my enemies/ Cause i got more ‘shells’ than tha
‘beach’, you wonder why it stink thats tha blood, an tha smell of tha bleech/ <--- OMG! OMG!
you gon’ see ya life flashin from a slight fraction of this tight rappin/
despite clappin, people might start gaspin’ collapsin tha murder from a
blastin/ Call me Winterfresh tha way i’m everlasting, Ima soldier
a curnel, lutenate, a general/ I aint killin you off specifically I’m commin
at ya’ll in general!/ none of ya'll fuckas can harm me!... <-- YEAH!

Hook

*Talkin*
My Renegade troops march on!...salute tha Generals niggas march on!
My Renegade troops march on!...salute tha Generals niggas march on!
My Renegade troops march on!...salute tha Generals ya'll salute em'
wit gun fire DIL ROC! march on!

*Illacit raps*
Got grips on triggers, heat on our waste, we leave ya mans dome
gushing, blood rushing, should've stayed at home now he look punk
an he shown blushing...

Verse 3: Khaos
Bone crushing, powerful words. I charge with sets of horns...
Tied to my head. Killin your mind off with metaphors...
Inevidable...murderin tracks, and catching cases...
Teflon vest on my chest, the gat is catchin faces... __
Time to release the hounds on 'em, slaughter 'em, viciouse...
Pull the trigger, and leave 'em, gun smoke, foggin my vision...
We're the law on a mission, to kill off all competition...
My fleet of verbal soldiers get busy, and bomb all you bitches!... <--- I'MA SOLIDER NIGGA!

Hook

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i'm not feelin dis shit to much, maybe u did a lil too much!
but thats cool cuz u still a rida homie!


da bigger calibur,fithy
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