i decided to butcher this rap by revealing most of the metaphors, it will be funny
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rap about philosophy isn’t hard just watch you’ll see
me tear apart your sloppy plea while constantly droppin heat [/b]( droppin hot rhymes)[b]
like freon, with neon signs illustrating your death [/b](freon is an agent used in refridgerators, which “drops” heat )[b]
swiftly on the wings of evil created by man like meth [/b]( evil is a concept created by man, like meth)[b]
I’ll defeat you like Set, every morning cause I’m Horus [/b](see egyptian mythology)[b]
this ain’t this chorus, you fucking whores my stores of weapons
allow me to wage psychological wars with tours ranging from knocking on doors [/b](propaganda campaigns)[b]
to smashing in heads until blood flows out of your pores [/b](breaking skulls somehow relates to influencing their minds)[b]
so sit back and accept the tyranny because spiritually your cryptically shifted by people like me [/b](PR specialists…)[b]
out of sobriety into anxiety until society submits to my propriety where variety is an illusion [/b](industrialized individualism)[b]
the confusion I’m using leaves you torn and abused when your lines sound like Schwarzenegger smoking crack before shooting
a movie about mocking T.V, while watchin Rambo 3, you see machine guns are fun buy you’re lyrically done
[/b](this line actually makes fun of all the gun references Carleas and Impious used )[b]
you’re a shit crumb on the ass of this rap, but don’t run
like so many before you
give me a chance to extort you implore you to see reason
because I’m not feelin this weak ass shit that you’re droppin
like constipated malnourished orphans your endorphins will be expended [/b](because constipated malnourished orphans take or drop weak shits)[b]
when you’re suspended in time due to the rhyme my crimes
absolved when there is no sign of my entry into your mind
or proof of mandatory suicide, from inside your twisted mentality
with excess brutality i infiltrate and manipulate reality to a negative totality
you’re part of a franchise like wall mart slaves swatting sand flies
You see i need to extort the corporate greed to plant the seed
and have them breed, incessantly, incestuously
an army of aboriginal cannibals trained by Hannibal
designed to invade every capitol on this pathetic planet
I’ll encase you in granite and listen to your cries
I’m sadistic like government lies screaming out lord why /b[b]
did you put my on this earth just to live a life of crime
for what short time we have it isn’t worth it to flirt with spirituality
because with actuality god doesn’t care, he isn’t there
walking through the crowd like you’re a king though your ass is bare [/b](reference to “the emperors new clothes”)[b]
we’ll sit around laugh and stare at your prayer your quick to scare
But it’s too late because you’re in my lair of the true lord
and with my flaming sword i will dispatch your false gods your at odds
with survival so grab your bible this is no libel
because without a maniacal rival to keep you bitches in place, things are liable to go tribal [/b](fear used for control)[b]
and if those that die will
go directly to Satan you better straighten
up your policy so don’t throw rocks at me [/b](don’t stone me to death)[b]
just because i laugh in your face when you’re confronted with a philosophy
that denounces god as an imaginary scape goat
a fake hoax who would trade his soul for a rain coat.
investing in heaven is the worst move since believing terrorists caused nine eleven.
no bid contract companies all of them in bed with corrupt politicians,
my ambitions and premonitions label me insane,
they say things are wrong with my brain demons unconstrained,
so quit the game now in shame while you’re ahead with chest pains and shit stains
just abstain from any rap battle
cause I’m a prophetic Sheppard and you bitches are just cattle[/b] [/size] (by that i mean you are ignorant to the numerous political metaphors)