yo It’s simple, i leave emcees mentally crippled
launchin rhyme like nuclear missles,( i keep my ) brain silos With notes
synchronized im linkin ties to tha rise of underground, an’ you wont miss those
mainstream gay dreams of fake teams with lame steez, i rip jokes
an’ my worth is deep like poetry, what did you think im rich with, gold?
i haunt minds with this flow - cause yalls homo, ya just so so
so-ditch. the lyricUL tryina climb out ya ditch to the top?
kids, your thinkin’s too wishful
i tip toe, stealth like, an belt tykes without help like
steady assassinatin, massive greatness cause i melt mics
avid statements with the basic interprutation cause do it fluent til’ its felt right
like hell might send a hitman, cause i bring heaven on earth, with my own idea of gods
so yo fuck a christian, and the “what would jesus do” wristband
im flowin phat raps with mad cats that match gats like clack clack!
with words and mad tact i smash you herbs with attacks that hurt when i act berserk kids!
cause ive mastered work on track, with ill-verses

–OminousOne

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