Knolege God’s Hip Hop blows noggins out tha sockets, TS’s metaphysical consciousness is positively ominous / my rhymes leave rap tracks grovelin’, piranha lines reveal tha secrets of Masonics / my sonnet itself is a convict, my mind is svelte ‘n’ dope like fishscale ‘n’ I brought the Apocalypse upon us when my thought ripped / you pop rappers façade swagger makes tha Glock click, I’m an iconoclastic Gnostic who teaches prophets to break arms off crosses, I put nails in Jesus’s tattered garments / most of you crab’s tarnished rap is garbage, I separate cassette tapes with my verbalized pen name / tha genuine article, I pen parcels with sick hate, I spit crisp shades of verbal flame that change surnames flagrant / to see if Milo came check tha rape kit, throw you off tha stage like pagans outta Canaan / a sagacious sadist ‘n’ it ain’t safe when I take pens to tha mental plane to make payment, tha temple is tha brain / my game is venerated, celebrate my verbal cadence that stays bent ‘n’ I tame Satan…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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