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Bow Down.
- Sorta sick is back on the map pack
- grasp the fact i extract laughs from human flashbacks
- strapped with a black gat packed to the max with caps that track back
- to the mac that raps whack
- 6 pack of matt black in the back of the back pack
- fast raps sorta sick has come back to the fact that rap is his last act
- no cats react to the sickness not even hazmat, and thats that.
- Known to reload clips at a steady pace
- already made many tapes based off of thoughts erased in my present state
- rap grace when the record plays
- mind states stray create clever phrase, rap feather weight
- gravity fades when the record plays
- heart rates steady pace earth quakes, forests bake, deserts shake
- everest makes a devilish face, explode like eruptions as i levitate
- about to crack I'm aimless
- spinal injections designed to protect this attack thats now painless
- forget the act to be famous
- I'm back on the playlist, forget the tracks and the anguish
- ill navigate the constellations
- and follow the star of david to the paths of the angels
- homeostasis drastically changing, bones crackling to shape this
- practically basic standard to make it
- mentality clear enough for me to write for days
- forces found to loop a tape based off of the shape
- of currents found inside of violent waves
- compared to my life today you burn like microwaves
- my mind contains time to train
- words to attain the dna of the worlds most deadly virus strain
- can't hear the lyrics that you try to say
- your best book of rap is simply childish play
- my life thrives with style with grace
- mix this venom in a vile to make concotions, wait to see if the trials sustain
- amounts of gain reign while the venom courses inside my veins
- brain waves create shockwaves that resemble Pompeii
- lines hit with forces 10 times the impact of a train
- scientists grasping to gain, a retractable chain, with an impactable way
- to be wrapped to my pain, so i have to be tamed
- but the day has yet come I've escaped my fate I'm still on the run
- chased to an inescapable fate like the state of the sun
- in a million years ill be inexplicably one
- with the mystery of the son of the one who has given me lungs
- i follow the teachings of righteous testament,
- mind designed with excellence,
- prayed for malevolent abilities above expectants
- with god and he accepted it, sunrise raps, these bars are heaven sent
- other flows are irrelevant
- my mind will explode your whole residence
- i spit intelligence lyrical ease with elegance
- rapping flows like the wind and changes elements
- you are the meaning of benevolence lost without a shred of sense
- more lost than i will be or have ever been you'll never win
- raps turn satan to an angel and yours would drag him back to hell again
- forget whatever fellow ships or fellow cliques your developing.
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