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I can see im still running through your mind, are you that mad?
But now I came back to rip you up.. as the tears drop.. are you that sad?
Pathetic, a disgrace to this place. I don't know if you can see the picture
But it of you laying on the ground... and it was me who hit ya

Luke 11:1-4

New King James Version (NKJV)
The Model Prayer

Now it came to pass, as He was praying in a certain place, when He ceased, that one of His disciples said to Him, “Lord, teach us to pray, as John also taught his disciples.”

2 So He said to them, “When you pray, say:

Our Father in heaven,
Hallowed be Your name.
Your kingdom come.
Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven.
3 Give us day by day our daily bread.
4 And forgive us our sins,
For we also forgive everyone who is indebted to us.
And do not lead us into temptation,
But deliver us from the evil one.”

Word? Serve? Learn? please.. just step down from Hip-hop
You probably had your lips locked all around Vic's cock
Bitch! stop... Yout structures all fucked up, like you tried to sniff rocks
You see a crack dealer while on an important trip, and say " I have to make a pit stop"

uuh drastic thats weak, you wreak, like stank feet
why you always bite for beef? you queef, im plugging my nose when you speak
please come original, you got no discipline, just chill dude- chew this riddelin
and stop fiddling and take a seat- alright im done with this geek..

Lake crys, answered by dragonflies- natural genetic ties
weaves around my aura in with sin, devil snakeskin leviathan
scribles on the mayan tiles, breathing in grinded reptiles
i walk through isles farther than the nile
im seeing denial in the eyes of you childs
my modem spit archaic script for miles
the bell tolls draws in crocodiales like a beartrap
sharp and toothy metal rap, might crack your thinking cap
like phycic code, i take the telepathic road
while others give illusionary odes
thats why i bend foes deadly through this neurosoup medley
silently sew sounds too the nightsky after i shed blood readily
the architect of the machinery that hums steadily once you die

been a while since I put pen to paper
remember this shit like a screen saver
people searchin for the indicator, Imma come clean beard shaver
people got ghost like see ya later, Imma stay here like an og player
spit my game, talk my shit, flash my cash, get my grits,
think you big, fuck ya life son, 'member the forums you came from
rhymin like a nerd, people callin you a herb
you too big to be a part, man be apart,
people like you dont see the art, see money signs, flee, depart.
see the charts, see an arc, two of every animal, except ya heart.
we the start, we the smart, sharper blade and you dull today
we create, underground earthquakes and you just ride the wave
take my slang, death, decay. take my name, change ya ways, bandwagon ride, tryta get paid,
whatever is the motive kid, Imma stay here and say FUCK THE BIZ!

yes, truth in those words^ and you know best we love our herb in the west
BC destroys the cannibis cup contest, with that, 1up sess least we forget our cali connect
straight to the vain, no pain we aim our sights on the prize with stainless enterprise
intending to open eyes but everything everywhere is pending like we awaiting an ending
to deliver love like cupid pulling arrows from his quiver, return to sender to enter the middle of the beginning
where we need a mentor not these tyranosaurus rex agandas, these sick pretenders will try an reinvent us
so excersize your disgust in our banks we distrust- they cannibals- we animals with diverse escapes
whatever it takes, i'll spit a verse on a plate and serve homeless shelters vitamins and minerals you won't find in your diner halls
i scare old folks outta metapase, and youngsters into a physical pause when i pull a cannon out the side of my overalls
the rap mammal, packs punch like a shot to the balls- amateurs fall, hit the bed of the ocean
where did you get the notion you'll break surface when the ball and chain so tight
my ball and chain it keeps me light in the form of a mic
sets me free when i write
traversing this earth on motorbike through the air- over cliffs i could hike on, captured on nikon
exhaust toxic though, it spread zyklon.. b
now- you- will- see,
the wickedness behind my seat when i ride past
your wheels is diecast, tinfoil corrosion
with bulletholes the size of your iris, windows of the soul
stupidity spreads like a virus it networks
AI detects works of art tryin to purge the truth from the start
then departs from mass, ripped in half, tipped like sand that gets sift through glass
nothing comes on time before or after, its all laughter...

pen stress the test,
the strain on the brain drain isolates the gain
came to play games, shit
trust the lames came and fucked-up the joystick
tried to stop the same frontin'
changed nuthin',
through all my attempts broke the damn reset engage button
plights lost in travels, ditched in gravel pits
spit and spit 'til the salivation hits
Chances of salvation fell apart quick
the quality in the context would just dip
flick lessons wit' tips, the reverence, the toungue flickers
Wit' each word match, pages set aflame to cinder
ashen dust, metal rust
decrepit brain-trust, worse talent and performance from dumb figgas
Gotta back-track through the history books
learned not to get shook
looked for the hook that took rap gods to dumb niggas...

hammerin scale neck two times between the thoughtbox
diallate your snake eyes inject your soul with smallpox
your life will crumble to the ground around my feet without a sound dude
crashing through the ceiling in the night; i call unorthodox revealing
.. of this interlude my magnitude is felt- yo- fuck what ya dealt- pullacross youre seatbelt
and sit as calm as you can while i palm read your hand leave you deadbent
on corruption on a lost path face abduction your too trusting
the life as an auidition i seen through premonition, squeezed ignition
went straight by others frooze visions made little incisions on time's frabric
planted descisions-
walked into a bus life lost the flame extinguished
im seen distinguished, feindish for the highlife
that aint cash and cars thats the eyesight seein bright and not that fuckin limelight
they said i ryhme tight, they're right, i boa contrict ristrictions- i show no mercy
walked the earth-sea i stay thirsty for heavy metal- chromatic liquid boil from my kettle- i drink replenishment
spit it up like typhoons over a settlement or contract- media embezzlement

teased the lamest thoughts, keep with in deep
sighs of relief through my hiatus
however brief
Peeped the streets the city now sleeps
yawned breath hesistates the answers
necessitate before pander, the panther's tooth is long
strong and with it the death comes swift
the balboa syndromatic battle-cripped misfit
been off for a bit but the left wont miss
Back now won't back down the lyricism will stick
fuck that these words came out wrong so I'll end it with this....

born into the hype- resound a zeitgeist via satellite over night
got all the thunder and might in my right hand- punchin holes through quicksand
i shed layers of light, you gain layers of tan, the skin cancer deplete your lifespan
-and reach the mic stand and slam knowledge till you understand original man
i work with god on the plan, form a spiritual bond among a physical band of people
so realign for the sequel with the feelings of equal, pull your face away from the peephole positioned by evil

knuckles cracks, neck stretches loose wit' rolled shoulders
muscles flex wit' text next no gems dropped, I throw boulders
Bend the sentence wit' the caster intent of an Air master
Fan threats with a wrist flick,
trim the fat faster than an ab- blaster wit' a stair master...

then top it off with a vybe of overwhelming disaster...
bp and me... the last frontier of rhyme stature...sittin around beggin...
for fools to look at us backwards... cus were old school, with that elite rhyme standard...
bored to fucking death... and sick of handing out these funeral lanyards...
for mc's that write rhymes that decay quicker than terminal cancer...
but faster... compared to most I'm a legend... impossible to capture...
so don't give chase... cuz It's embarrassing... to trail so far after...
to think, for years cats questioned my skill... when only a few could actually provide answers...
most rappers are an open book... so I devour the chapters... and spit critique...
laced with occupational hazards.. that make you re-think... your outlook on the matter...
in battle ego's are easy to shatter, tune you up with the ease of a guitar tech holding a stratocaster...

pickin it up

laced with occupational hazards.. that make you re-think... your outlook on the matter...
in battle ego's are easy to shatter, tune you up with the ease of a guitar tech holding a stratocaster...



plastered...kickin sounds out the ghetto blaster
faster than busta rhymes cocaine chatter on dr. dre's album masters
the bastard..snatchin vagina's and punchin pastors..
pissin in swimmin pools & laughin at cripples while speakin backwards
the lady flasher..these are my balls...the party crasher,
drank your booze, fucked your girl, but forgot to even ask her
Woke up with my throat cut, the house was a complete disaster
all that I could see was empty bottles and torn up condom wrappers
and I was bleedin profusely, last night was a fuckin doozy. Shot mikey with an uzi cause he shit in my jacuzzi
filmed a porno movie and now she wants to sue me cause the lube I was using caused massive vaginal bruising
or was it because of my dick...that was most likely the case
the shit is thicker than the waist of monique after two mcdonalds milkshakes
I like to go on shroom walks and pretend Im in outerspace...
rub one out with toothpaste and stash body parts up in my suitcase
the worlds a crooked place, no wonder I have a tilted view
the sickest people out there are the ones in front of you

My mood is drastic...from the actions of tactics...that the lord master..
Like my soul is plastered on his door mat...
The pain is so intense steam is raging from my dick...
Like a one ball fucker from a flick...
Yea this shit is sick.....yea I can't text for shit...
But a bitch can even text a hit....
U can feel that just a lil bit...
I flew a few harder then c 4 lit....
Like this hiroshima n shit...
I wish I could grace the pages and be claim the most amazing...
The best entertaining...strieght from a brain kick....
But now even the lames sick...
It didn't come quick....
Now its calls quit...
Like hell was never built from this....

Sire...

i keep getting pulled back into the thick
as is the thick is this drip,
spit so abstract the convoluted becomes the artistic shit
definitely, kineticly ripped as that is this slipped from the ass-crack
and polluted hits,
...come one, come all
fingers dance the trance that captivates and agitates
enhanced the weaponry unseen to decapitate any self proclaimed magistrate
My wrath is hate, and the love in one stroke, the pen wrenched hands
crippled of those who posed and gripped them with power wrist bands
broke molds and sabatoged the plaster
all guards in choke holds, unconscious in the aftermaths disaster
fuck it, come and get some, i'll let ya take a swing
you spit bullets from weak tongues are darengers,
I'm the harbinger that'll blurb the one word that annihilates your world's everything
The heavens sing for the sadist, acidic salve spit
unprovoked, under dog protagonist, closet pessimist
touched pages, the flame rages before the ink became the impressionist
let the next one be relieved in the hesitance
no one comes after, the realms mine to warp with laughter
I leave your reality twisted on the dark side as i evicerate your matter...

and that matter becomes idle chatter on squawk box relics...
EVPS... of dead mc's thinking their alive in the moment... but really their just dead meat..
whispering...then WHISPERING LOUDER... tryin to get recognized... as antique to sell it...
please, stop. really stop it... I'm sick of it... LOL LMAO BRB......VOMIT...
bring it... so I can stomp it, crush it, box it... coffin with the notty pine option...
Vybez been Hell on Wheels...way before it was Common...

oooooooooo....nice...


...and even before bombin', been lobbin aesops since before you kids could conjure parables
yall still kick-steppin in bitch colors,
slobbin crossed-brothers,
sexed others undercover somethin terrible
I'm long winded with these, so nice I'll invert your composition
Twist your existance to diminishment,
Breathed the lesson in my mission so deep the deaf couldn't help but listen...

and once they receive that transmission... it just booms to loud...
fuck beefin... mc's turn vegan in the aftermath of my mushroom clouds...
and wont even bother speaking, cuz they no longer can wrap their minds around the concept of sound...
get left uncontrollably leakin... beggin for the taste to get slapped back into their mouths...

...and i'll be re-packing they clout, when i'm done shuttin' them down
age of innocence neglected, addressed wit' their presence in a bra strap and a gown
no faggot come steppin' wit weapons, dis-arm and ask for a dap wit a pound
my essence since requested that they get the message that they get back wit a frown
stay hesitant and fret, a feather weight in their breath
snatch the oxygen out your diaphragm, and not lift a fist to the plex...

and stay pissy cuz they came and went, the old revolving door over step strikes again
scratchin their heads so long their bustin the scabs open, slowly bleedin themselves to death...
cuz the mental weight is just too much to accept...their muscles seize and reject the building attempts..
it is what it is I guess, when a skulls too dense to allow in any sort of common sense...
paired with an egotistical defense that knows nothing more than to take offense...
when someone critiques their skill set... they bitch like children with their drawers wet...
unwilling to work for respect... harboring fundamental neglect... and still expecting dap? at least no better than to ass bet..