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HOMO (phonic)
- Yeah, I go by the name of Kalligraphy
- I got a little experiment I wanna try
- Little homophone actions alright? Here we go
- Hey, not the hay as for horse, but my voice as hoarse
- Vocal cords break like slammed car doors, brakes down like your foot’s on it
- Through the corridors, a hall way going all ways
- Two floors too, floral pedals on top of metal petals
- Like the beyond the horizon, you can’t see me
- If you can’t sea it’s cuz your watered down to easily
- How can I be righteous through my writes, rites?
- Eyes see the sights, bad images on the sites
- But you gonna label me a fool, gotta present the cites
- Cuz you ain’t breaking down my peace, I stack it piece by piece
- At least you can see the pain in my life’s lease
- I blew these cow skulls of lapis lazuli
- Stormed the palace at night with savage knights
- Leave without a scent, obtained many cents
- Bend over the curve, hypocrites made a verse bent
- I like the pain cuz I know the mass’ll kiss
- Slash the wrist of the baddest crip, bleed blue
- But the seed grew like a crippled fool
- Yall cannot farm, you can’t hold a culture
- You got fire wings, I snipe all vultures
- I turn many soldiers to fight against the poles
- But when the poor play a pivotal role in shooting chromes
- We only search them, welcome to the terror dome
- Watch where you step cuz he’ll lose shins
- It’s a tactic by the devil called an illusion
- I know cats who be serious and never kiddin’
- They don’t get perturbed over another’s riddance
- That’s why we all gotta strive for a pittance
- It goes both ways, either die or repentance
- He brew too much poison, his one body got exploited
- Even if you Hebrew, our blood is still corrosive
- When the choir chants you can’t acquire a soul
- Only yours stays seamed, or so that seems
- Either take the devil by his reins
- Make his blood rain in the holy water lake
- Make sure he does not rain, not like the water
- More like the reign that happens after a dad dies and his daughter
- Now reigns over the palace, pal it’s raining slaughter
- Cuz no one brought her to drink a chalice of the martyrs
- And realize their real eyes that have been pottered
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