ima start this like i bought this
all the reason like final season
raps be chilling make me villain
i complete shit like i sleepin
yo
cant believe me then see it
cant be easy then fucking grieve it
no truth under this roof saw
yall thought it safe to troll and hate?
naw
didnt realize i remain
one of two here with a brain
my superflux tectonic neurons
like metaphysic cosmic pistons
pushing out eternal visions
not that any of yall listens
look:
im the last to keep this place alive
pretty bored here tho i barely try
fuck it’s no concern of mine
when moods can spin out on a dime
my truth is pure a lesson learned
the meaning capped
where values mapped
a path compact
the mind retract
indecision never listens
ever hectic dialectic
spill the edges
eat the lettuce
walk the lattice
ice the bandage
rock the landing
stalk the fandom
pass the hand off
crush the stand off
last one laughing
last one blasting
first to macking
death retracting
im the captain
capo rapping
we clear
all here
no fear
blind steer
'vette veered
yall cheered
bases loaded
easy goaded
cheesy bloated
titan showing
mac glowing
sac bulging
fact knowing
all holy
stack fully
cash holding
back to basic
doubt erasing
mind complacent
yall retracing
without vision
cannot listen
stuck in prison
failed the mission
keep on trolling
ever boring
i can’t be bested
final lesson
@PZR
Yo you broke through something, this is super sayan indeed. Alright.
Fuck me
With the creeks
And the trees
I’m holy
I believe without believing
I’m knowing
Rap don’t flow loike before
Because God’s vision himself flows into my fore
I spin the lore
Inside a thought within a glimpse inside a moth
And spin it back a thousand years a piece between
In a split second
And laugh like I just farted and I’m skipping lessons
Smith and Wesson
Who can fear me who can see me who can steer anyone when they see God
When you feel the goodness of the stars
Which isn’t Goodnmess no such thing lawrd
Transmillenial travels to arrive at a micro
I never shot up but I did smoke crack though
Ain’t no stopping a fiend of nature like seeking El Dorado
I’m the jungle that laughs at them holding swamp mold
A millian ways to die, a million ways to be brought to
The never ending reality of that you just don’t want to
You or anybody else I just don’t want to
Get into it it’s a long story like Elton John crones
I’m just joshing I’m jonesing for tobacco
Nothing stops me cause I live the moment in steep staccatto
In streets and castles
The eyes are wild and they don’t know me
You are not fatter than ten milliones
Ahhh… shit son
Times a rough we bouta run
dont get me started on jonesin
my fiendish cravings started the town then
i blow up just to show up
Elton got none of these millennial woes
threw up then grew up
shit my pants then fucked the last
so whats up
i
Magicarp no ET like spielberg but without the VD
im the man jamaycan man shit all accent
like poke ur mom with no more bets
locked in the basement best sex yet
what we rapboxin why even bother
i got irish whiskey and an epic Tool cover
may nerds from gay turds cant differ this
just repeat this shit like Deleuzional crosswords
or 80s Crows all darkly glows
my voice gives away spark the verse then all know
i dont really know a thousand years rather trees or what
bees or moths but stars sure look like gods huh
its time to bother brother
we hit the best shit inbetween lovers
cant recover
need the softer side of an inside cover
no rubber all steel
ceramal grip at the heel
first sight picture is the grip
bitch shit
split second
shit son sit and reflect it
done
'cause I am the epic
tho didnt ask for it
cant retract knowing
you got one question left homie
no millions in castles
just ask it dont pass shit
my books speak truths like rooks
and im here to mate crooks
forever lonely without stories
stolie fuck the rolly polly
then ask real questions
with real lessons
max respect i pass it back then
go hard no retard in this shit
like vmax charizard
we gonna hit
BLAM<
@PZR
Yo I hit hard like I’m retarded
When I cum the forest thinks it’s Friday
I say
What is all this shit about burning and looting
I am in the medicine most lucritaviley showing
How the mowing down keeps toeing down lonely crowds bemoaning shouts against their indolent soul throwing
I’m ethereal like the morning
Blessed be, I almost see the start of the next story
The gory picture presents itself with full glory
I beat the pesos now the wolves start peeking
The only fear I have is that it might be addicting
Self overcoming is what I do for dick pain
Strict lane
Martial attitude like Vic Rames
A loner in a forest with a black vane
Shadows crow before me
I seek pain