graphics get crafted that reach out n hold attention captive, permanent beef’s active like Montagues n Capulets / its accurate, my clip empties 16 limerick sentences, Mephistopheles, Christ n Twisted are kindred spirits / Glocks get pulled on ignorance, phonics put holes in mental tenements, its Knolege God, I’ll return you to metaphysics with a Blunted Soul, 3rd eye’s chinkier than Inuits n all you ninjaz is suckin Kendricks dick? he cant spit, he swallows it like 4-5th hollow tips n souls stuck in limbo that wallow in tha abyss / all up on that new shit, gay n confused like Frank Ocean n he-she dudes with 2 tits fused to their pectorals / I make soup outta y a dorsals, shark ninjaz ain’t got no bars ninjas, see tha spark in my blue eye ninja? I carve SCIENCE on tha peninsula, set tha bar higher than indica, yall funk airwaves like enemas / I script rhymes n leave tha pen in dust, I vent vendettas, while Im in tha penitentiary, my thoughts stay exemplary, R.I.P. Ol Dirt Dog, Guru n Grym Reap…
Last edited by Twisted Science; 09-27-2013 at 06:27 PM.