this piece is dope, read it....by OSB and Drakel

Uncontrollable chaos is brewing upon the darkened sky,
A burst of hope? Only Kirk is close when the stars collide,
Though to most, doe and clothes is the real thing to master,
Me and Drake are oh so broke still overseeing the pasture,
A symphony unclouding the veils that faking made,
Washing away the fables and lies like a breaking wave,
Angels crucified... Whos alive to do the stride of greatness,
Chew the lies of stupid guys and move aside the fakeness,
Prove inside the pages is a symphony of noise,
Here to rebuild everything that publicity destroyed,
Fly to God... Although they say that the skies the limit,
I'm already flying in it so its time to defy the odds.

heavens on edge, skies venge, clouds vomit
descending through the darkness streak two crowned comets
cause amidst all the choas, we kiss death on the lips
and stare eyes fixed on the oncoming eclipse

a light in the mist, missed by the overwhelming anger
we fail to see peace only assists compelling more danger
swelling fists persist, demand my growing need to advance
theres no telling what dwells in these hands if i took the chance
i stand still, feeling chills escape down my spine
its too to late to change, my fate already found its time
i was designed and created, made for only one purpose
berate straight into chaos, and see what emerges
there's no denying the urges, i've been trying for ages
but when i defy destiny, thats whats scribed into pages
im faceless without a cause; a makeshift with more flaws
but when the stack is un-even, thats how i beat the odds
its because i only applaud, to go along with the crowd
i know when its my turn, the noise will be twice as loud
in the midst of chaos, is where we become stable
the tale of Drakel and OSB defines, yet exceeds a fable
we are able in every way, poetry bleeds from our veins
the world as our canvas, pens lead the campaign
our methods arcane, leaving most competitors stubborn
we never concede a challenge, but why fight each other?
i dont trust violence, but it hides in us all
inside every mind, there's a malign silence entralled
like a calm before the storm, your mindset switches
and the guidance you once had, now uncontrollably vicious
but most are blinded to confide...it may be earnest
an unstoppable fury, can be optimally harnessed
see, every storm has an eye, guides and controls its course
but you dont know where it'll form, until you're taken by force

Drakel and OSB: we are The Storm....take cover while you still can.
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