its time son,yo son its time,

finally, Ice Pick a.k.a. the lyrical leviathan

Total Domanation Soul Control



at last prepared to blast, Total Domination superior
lyrical elevation/
as I take full control on another level
and travel to hell just so I could battle the devil on
the microphone/
its incredible, perfected hip hop
cause its my desire to make every unwrothy emcee retire
as I spit fire from rooftops/
I’ll snatch the metal and attack until the day my heart
stops and lungs begin to collapse
through endless poetic lines, Leviathan I’ll exile
from formats of remarkable styles, my pen print
theatrical
wit more natural flow then the Nile
leave mics torn for miles, as I drop a gem each time
and bless every rhyme like a newborn child


word up son, spit infinite bars,

and bless the mic of the gods,

the chosen one!




yo lyrical weaponry from the technique of speech I
posses
spiting a lethal verse
vocally words pen-etrate like slugs when they hearse
your chest
deadly poetic reactions unloaded
cause my style is a combination of life and death spoken
wit a single breath
picture this, philosophies of lyrical astrology that
eternally shine
my state of mind is like Nostradomouses prophecy and
Einstein's laws of relativity combined
present infinite styles when I spit
battle content created immaculate, rather savage and
fierce flows can get incredible sick
until its like I crossed Kool G Rap and the Gza wit
both Black Thought and Canibus
ferocious bars attacking the steel cause every creative
action is a hundred percent focused
mental rage causing stage explosions when I emit flames
from my grill





yo savagely snatch metal wit aggression
and commence to create
smooth narrated sentences and sharpened lyrical
expressions
mic champion elite, beast on the beat
cause my tongue spit like a Smith and Wesson when I
proceed to speak
forget seven sevens this is eight deadly L’s unleashed
verbally teach harsh flesh pen-etrating Lessons
test Pick and your Life Liquids are bond to Leak
just another victim I’ll be your Legacy
bloody memory of your Lifeless body Laying cold in the
street
poetic ideas get torturous as Unload the storm complete
and communicate in the form of scorching heat
while frozen flames release and tat an eternal tear on
your brother’s cheek
son it’s worthless for you to try and test the infinite
my new title is the illest and I deserve it
metaphor manslaughter wit incredible styles accented
accurately spitten bars tremendously worded
and my philosophy is the same as Canibus
you touch my microphone on accident
and get murdered on purpose

__________________
I am Here To Save You All

yeah i liked this............ thought it was coo.....could of been a lil betta.....but it was good.......