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Marked by appearances and stiff lines
Audiences are targeted Park benches twisted by arsenic and stricnine Shift formations Name defensive ordinances to perform on the fly Protect the truth with beautiful lies, Brutal disguises for booted giants Crews and rivals collide to exchange huge appliances Crimson dye rinses, Commit to life sentences on some do or die shit Conmen and dark Killahs willin to deny their bars and lines exist Dead men reckoned by lead pens Well-read prints share Sith elements Propel shells at past precedents with shreds of black evidence Labeled combative and rebellious, I just tell just it as it's happenin Last edited by JahroamDaGod; 12-17-2012 at 06:55 PM. |
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Connected by expensive dreams and inexperienced Kings
fear is a living thing, breathing and seething at carefully hidden seams suspicious at being lifted by non-physical wings, Babylonian regimes require we all bow to crowned criminals and their chemical decrees cry me a river (af)forded by the Rock of Gibraltar and her Priests, the cost never decreases, the law of Offices and the Streets Watchmen falter in the face of becoming the Fallen or simply men of peace when the real menace is behind the mirror's streaks my kind has disappeared like ghosts, rolled bones rattling stones and sheets shatter roads, knotted ropes swing heavy with bodies in the breeze measure the topography in macrological degrees, Chrono Trigger heat, volcanic drifting heat distributed digitally through operational streams raw blood feeds my consumption of beats, knotted and blunted speech, led by muddied feet to an unwanted destiny.... |
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Fuck your respect
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the cost never decreases, the law of Offices and the Streets
Watchmen falter in the face of becoming the Fallen or simply men of peace when the real menace is behind the mirror's streaks Best part imo. Honestly for feed back though i thought it was a little too much adjective then noun or adverb then verb, with no solid story behind the piece. With that said you had some good ideas and a broad vocab Posted from Wutang-corp.com App for Android
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Judged by killers with chisels,
World-enders, the sculptors of men Stand tall in tunnels of wind, Lands overrun with rivers and no fish Pillars survive with columns of scripts, Pagan priests call for us to breathe through filters of sin Wild animals in the press, They walk among us as if mirrors don't exist Inhuman vocals claiming my soul as kin, I won't deny them My heritage has been proclaimed by blind pens, Confide in the liars of today's times and trends, Only by hiding the truth can u guide fools |
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spreadin thick legs on egyptian sheets, exhale fumes on Microsoft screens propel caustic speech, college professors robbin re-tah-ded geez for their odd futures and dodgin deez stomp streets against hives of bees, maintain high achieves as the higher chief, the god of grief burning lime trees trace the shorelines, Lake Michigan is at war tonight, the poor can't afford to buy peace hold court with iron pieces against the fiendish hordes, wired, fired swords riding winged beasts through the sky in the morning mothers cry in mourning, their eyes-a-bleed crimson hovering on the brink of death, you won't die without my permission... |
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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Pick up the chisel and build again
black face and silver-skinned, I am a bewildering blend of civilization and sin spit glistening webs of evil dread, blistered and eaten flesh stitched together with venomous thread exaggerated features of the reaching dead, stagger the streets blind, eager to be fed intravenous deceit, blunt needles breathing poisonous smoke high tolerance treatment invoked, each demon that spoke became the voices of ghosts I don't sleep, walk the halls in silence walls collide, each out of alignment my shadow twitches in the darkness, I start firin' close my open irises, this close to the lion's den I came to know I am Osirus born in the village of Midas, I am brother to Orion the blood of Titans, the son of tyrants at birth I touched the horizon, I am the burned among white men spark sticks and cough thick clouds of flies like phlegm, my kin are now a dying breed the identifying markers are five genes, traced in triangular shapes in our DNA sequentially... |
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LyRiCaL sHiNoBi
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nice scripts solid vocab, and u have good structure so keep that shit up
this was my fav line in the last verse high tolerance treatment invoked, each demon that spoke became the voices of ghosts thougth that this bar was cool i liked it good read
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some see me as old and withered,
a crippled criminal, a crazy Seminole wizard from a Windy City chisel permanent entries on shifting seas, blaze University furniture and inhale the degrees despite stutterin speech blunt reasoning becomes salty seasoning son of unliving things, burned and blacked by my own hands to gain nativity hoodlums in hoods hooked by the hood's possibilities, we in the basement farmin for clouds, lost in the crowd... |
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there is no tomorrow, the bombs will fall today
let my closed eyes watch the leaves curl brown, drop, and fade I've never had a heart, I lost it when I was locked away, bled dry, my chest cried at the organs left at the bottom of crates welcome to the department of waste, do you like the fruit from our gardens of decay? fight for food among starving plates, downtown Chicago, startin wars with Martians on State I've always been a cheater despite the cards I've played, don't spit darts to hit charts or get paid, I'm just mad that I've passed my radio daze hit the studio and blaze, fall asleep and give my opportunities away smart mouth but I'm gettin them stupid grades commit to ugly scars with beautiful blades, everything I've viewed isn't usually on display tired of hearing, "You can't do that! What will people think of you in this age?" who gives a fuck, I'm just happy you pay attention to what I say... |
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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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verses hearts battle bots bats in starts mats get played like card sharks
taken like liam neison versus any emcee deadly chaos when cats like steven segal get fat and still display odds/ fagon reganomics get economical stablized ionized trivalized dime size fireflys get eves driven in leads i've been bleeding on your carpet nigga clean that shit up/ dutch roll fluster cold shoulder bold bastard get cha statement's out there you ain't ever dead levars like burtons on star trek i'm high like kanye get out my envoy or get deployed like pacific rim/
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