in my heart im a writer,a lyrical typer
I become the lyrical fighter, the guy with the sniper
Im loud and Im hyper, day by day im becoming riper
so i can fall from the tree
And the future I see
My bars are deceased
But I am on my knees - wheres the nominees
to teach me the ropes so I can hold my hopes
and drop the scope that I cant let go
I am violent, even to my retirement
Ill burn down the firemen -
cos im the irony
and tyranny of outcasts - soon youll hire me
But my heart is in my pocket
and my mind is in a locket
the key to remind
mission to assign - went to space with satans rocket
I had to come first
into the face of the curse, space of the verse
Here the burst as i try to rehearse
Facing alziemers killing two timers
spilling the rhymers as search for my liners
My words are on the walls running repeatedly
pouncing the beat, fucking defeat
that is thrown on my feet
the bloody corpse of my paper, is a life saver
jump on my horse get away from the haters
and improve the flavor
I destroy the frustration
locked inside of my basement
my mind faced with engravement
writing is my hydration... no room for replacement
facing all horrors referee between freddy and jason
i am the mason
I climb mountains and decent valleys
scour the streets and hide in the alleys
I am filled with doubt
please - hear me out, flood the drought
engulf the flames scattered on my name
take my misery and take my pain.
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Life is inside the ring of survival
I see the title , and i know its vital
to grab hold and destroy demonic revival
Its a battle, you know as soon as the cage rattles
drop the act upon grim reapers arrival
Execution in an hour
as i stand in the shower
Murder is possible in many ways
i can throw you of the tower
I will show you my power that you bitches devour
as i scour the coward and make you sour
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i dont care if im blazin
random or crazy, my future is dimming
it was bright but now its hazy
complacent and lazy
but my placement is adjacent to jay-z
escape the basement and join the navy
I know mine army, but they try to star me
like a poster, spinning the revolver
poor guy his future is over, crisp in the toaster
leader reveal his ideals and theres no appeals
the weapon.. .but theres nothing in the holster
Why cant you upload the truth
reality for all to download, mentality to improve my flow
my bars are metal they cant go
try to bite them and youll know
a fractured elbow and a broken nose
i turned of the hose when your on fire
flaming my desire - let me improve or all you fucking liars
wont aspire, just sit back and admire the attempt
to be contempt - but you go to such an extent where my tongue becomes bent
and i plung into your heart, Scrunch my bars and restart
Its all a work of art - poetry for those who cant draw
but draw for the gat and draw for the claw
We all have our flaws - i just destroy federal law
I am divded
Deep down I am Criminal Minded
But on face value i just cant find it
I know people that will exploit my violence
but should I really unwind it
No I think id rather save you.. ill put it in my box and away I hide it.
