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07-25-2012, 01:34 PM
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Flow of Honor....
Eternalist with the journal the flow be so eternal
constant expansion is enhanced once i popped the kernel my spirit bomb can't be disarmed once i drop it on ya calm be the palm but it'll put you in line like a Conga ammuntion is comprised of analytical fruition holy crusade the mission to give you what you've been missin' the opposition was disgusted once i decided to bust it exotic rhymes grind my pole position and Mos lust it oxidate ya state and leave your crown on the ground rusted my musk is too tough broad shoulders stay dusted... it's the Flow of Honor crest of chronic all on the armour i bring the drama like the Dalai Lama as the karma creeps up on ya under the influence of the divine aligned with space-time observations of constellations will spark a dark mind... check the footnotes in the margin and you'll get more then you bargain references can't be found because Roman egos burnt the library down some are afraid of the truth and wouldn't recognize it if it caved in their roof heavy storms become the norm once the God performs the Word as proof my Newtonian swing bring contenders to their knees more muscle in my hustle force upon you my expertise jumble puzzlin' pictures you can call the encrypted scriptures fumble rhetoric of epics with a hieroglyphic mixture richer then any reverend congregations crowd around the Mos renowned fertile soil i toil fruits of labor found feeding those lost on hallowed ground Shaman knowledge i lend with High interest to those in over their heads smoke in the wind signal the peace of mind i'm trying to spread... it's the Flow of Honor crest of chronic all on the armour i bring the drama like the Dalai Lama as the karma creeps up on ya under the influence of the divine aligned with space-time observations of constellations will spark a dark mind... my extremities molest topics that windex cloudy optics put my honor on the line prowess over time you can't stop it cosmonauts spot the geometry in the design ratios though golden the beauty is hard to find worldy distractions cause factions to contrive greedy transactions only when the walls on the street are crashin' they start askin' forgiveness for their actions grabbing the helm of my realm helps me steer with control the depths of my soul with the devil's currency stuck to my sole i pay the Highway to heaven toll goals accomplished would make hoarders look like minimalists with a subliminal twist shoals you stand boarder's the abyss of my lyricalness global warming was just a warning Son shine to some is untolerable herds of icebergs surrender their might to the light of the Mos honorable....Flow of Honor.
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07-28-2012, 08:49 AM
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God Of WAr
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this goes hard put it in audio.
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07-29-2012, 07:54 PM
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solid drop man im feelin this one, props... that fonts gotta go tho homie!
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07-30-2012, 04:32 PM
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Arch...thks for the props. but yeah...i guess the font is kinda small lol.
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