Sunday, June 2, 2019
Rap :: essays research papers
Tha Century / 100 Bars DeepNow Thiss Gonna Be Sticky....I shapeshift monotonous mockeries into a metamorphisis of melodicmonogamy...Im more morbid audibly, smear your extremities with catatonic embalmentfluid..Smoke you for the toxin release My words constrict airholes until alloxygen is ceased...Kids is tryin to fancy up they point of views by studying topography?Ha You god-awful emcees.... Watch true suns set across the horizon of yourpremises...I shadowbox with the reflection of an extra-terrestrial nemesis, to sharpenmy information perceptionIntense ressurections of mental sections, to ascend beyond eleven tenths ofperfection...I was innate(p) when the clock was confused and twelve fell into thirteen...From dusk to dawn my embryos get-up-and-go radiated a pulsing kinetic energy...I disperse beams 360 degrees of devastation, and six degrees ofseperation..Equals 60 emcees thats gon die from each gamma ray salivation...I still see 20/20 with a cycloptic chromosome, so all mimes manipulated bypsionic overtones..Are overthrown from the underworld overture, over your vocal tone...Undulation, running flows over oval opal stones Spitting sinister cyclonesIf your received or not, its your plot, life behind a twisted doorlock...Amongstwizardous warlocks Wither in sweltering weather... Swelling cerebellums in cellars, swirling inpools of cloroxPotions pour from my incisors, and inject adrenalin inside words..In sin curves and blind blurs, reminders of pioneers and rectangularlyerected pine boards...The riddle was solved whence it was exposed for its awfulness...I dreamed of an eon long apocolypse, only to wake up and find i wasrevolving in it...Once i shed my body, its residue will vaporize into cumulonimbusstormclouds...While i study obelist physics, and calculate unhallowed arithmetics...Im sicker then cancer victims spittin up tumorous appendiges, then lightinga cigarette..My aesthetics are acrobatic, the accepted eclectic with savage epileptichabits..I feed your asses visual sense laxatives, as to extract gastric acids when the gaspasses...Flash flasks of the nastiest wrath, worse then moldy thermoses of birthwater contaminate..Splash that in your eyes and laugh as your sinus collapse, and the virusattacks rampant..Half of yall are clowns, spiritually vacation bound.. Likely contestants for the neighborhood talent show consolation round..I put headphones in penetentiaries the route i spit these bars..Battle? im the head blitzkrieg czar.. I diss emcees hard, thats why bitchesbe sparse...I slaughter in psychotic spasms like a vicious retard... Visuallyunscarred... Everytime i kill a victim my ammunition is re-charged... Im rippin seamsapart...You couldnt find a rhythm in your weak heart.. OMNI hoe, we reach stars...I was born with my ambillical attached to the sun, and energy has granted mea tongue..I turn tornadoes twisting 180 degrees from their regular rotation.
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