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06-07-03, 06:38 AM | #1 | |||||||
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Shock Value (this Be The Illest Shit I Eva Wrote)
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SHOCK VALUE
REPLIED TO: KRISSKASS- TILT THE WORLD OF ITS AXIS IRRELEVANCE- WARLORDS ANTHEM PART 2 RED WUN- KEYSTYLE NEED FEEDBACK VERSE ONE: Torn dreamin for the shunned/ Till I contort the breathin in ya lungs/ Cause I’m like asthma when I twist the spleens/ And smite ya stamina while I exhibit the keen/ Its not a lie creativity is set from the left lobe/ To provide the insight my duty is ta upset ya flow/ till I bend ya mind right/ When the time is right/ Out here you may lose ya life/ Cause u didn’t think to restrain ya strife/ With just the check of the mic/ Picture me shiftin necks of blacks and whites/ The gray matter is the tone to keep it tight/ Like assholes in prison sites but Ima get felt like/ An adrenaline rush/ On impulse pushin cerebellums in ta guts/ Cause the feeling is I must so ima just/ stay hot enough to burn the ash off tha Dutch/ Fuck I’m so ill I’m too infectious to interrupt To be abrupt Its like I cough ex up Stir ya nerves til ya get properly touched/ If Its a battle call/ I think of tomahawks as the beat thumps/ Cause I seek the heat to make ya blood seethe up/ Rewind this til ya gulp these lyrics up/ Or take sips til ya hiccup the gist of it up/ Heart of a dragon when I respire heat with venomous busts/ And my task is ta drop fire before ya feet like cigarette butts/ Just know I’m the kid from the 7-1-4 reputed/ With the method of minotaurs with swords if I’m disputed/ So Ima persist as a vocal avenger/ And position knowledge in local listeners/ Like a penciler with the draw fill ya with led poisonin/ My style it’s switchin similar to bisexual disposition when Im in competition Now get it straightened! CHORUS: What do eyes see fiction or the truth/ The mind conceives its only absolute/ And Proof is in virtue of the few/ Who hit you with tha shock value/ VERSE TWO: Tha shock tactics inflicts the apathetic masses/ Similar to erratic bullets blasted from semi-automatics/ I’m like electrified eels so ya can’t touch the skill/ Brotha you couldn’t be hard if you brought viagra pills/ Fa real im not from Chicago but I stay ill With the Noise ya can never kill/ Cause no sense from the common will/ Have ya blood spill on the battlefield/ I’m Diggin in the crates to acquire the taste of mass appeal/ Rig the ones who hate who can neva penetrate the energy shield/ Vessel of the real and I’m never demotin thug/ No record deal wont have me endorsin guns/ To me Hip-Hop plays the golden gun to stun/ And Mics be the slugs rockin the body numb/ So why pay lump sums to stray from abstinent ways/ When I can burn you out like ya do spliffs on ashtrays/ Cause niggas mince the brain/ with rat poison to cloak the dismay/ Triggas make killas and bullets subjugate/ And with Liqua a nigga stays in the labyrinth of malaise/ While verbally I sodomize the pitiful minds/ Or those inclined to touch mic devices with the likes of mine/ To shed some light all I need is one stand and a spotlight/ One hand to grip the mic to rock the spot at the height of the night/ When ya finished ya finished In the given time limit/ My intention is to disfigure ya from waist-line to tendon/ and splendor at how I dismember the fruits of ya labor/ By lyrically blendin em limber like blades at the bottom of blenders/ Remember many presume to enta you are what you eat/ So if I consume the pick of the litta what does that make me/ |
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