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AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
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It's the cold crushing S-H-double E-P
rhyming derelict ripping epics making you seem cynical/ overtly critical pinnacle implement instrumentals dropping psalms is simple when you get erased/ is just a wasted case spaced out zoner programmable bars get cha spears shaken/ awaken breaking out cha barriers, shields and force-fields now I’m back up from the grave digging yours/ hating whores facing cords wrap a few around cha neck and watch me drag ya to your doomsday/ booms sway goon play rooms are lame know your name T-E-C-H-W-O-N what cha thought then penning drafts coupled with graphs mapped with algebraic equations leaving cellular structure fractured at the atomic level/ speaking off topical shit spirited away capturing those who would rebuke me/ debunk diatribe a lions hide fire fight wired up war time stitch together explosive packs drafting up new ways to rap/ savages averages get cha revelations up to ninety one point one never are my lyrics quite done always refresh, relax, rinse and repeat/ defeat never an ogre cold should behold the bold controller solider past cha last my gas be acid dripping from the brain/
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SiferBorn
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weep for lost babylon, the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog bordered by a sea of faults, fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt screaming shots, police and chalk, wingless fallen demons walking among us as people... -.5Kut |
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