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Who Am I
- This sites a disaster, i emerged among masters
- Its absurd, lyricism is smothered by dumb rappers
- With simple lines, lets revert back to a sicker time
- When i first learned to go berserk and spit a dissing line
- There is proof its true i have a sickened mind
- So i let loose and lose common sense, whats the specific time?
- Should i be drunk yet? Should you be upset? Yes, don't attempt a rhyme
- If you do i'll shake it off, and take it all as a forsaken sign
- Step up to the [plate], take your time, because you're taking mine
- You want [beef], your sadly mi[stake]n I'm
- Raw and called insane, a dog off the chain, jump off a plane in a ball of flame
- It's all the same, bars are heavy like a ball and chain, played all the games
- but im all but ready for the Hall of Fame
- So who am I? The casual guy, who has an actual life
- Who spits the facts to your lies, trying to capitalize
- While you are living half your life listening to the capitals lies
- Names Azazel, the cursed and burned who wants the world
- The berserk jerk that murks turds with absurd words
- Who discovered the coveted ark of the covenant and covered it with dirt
- Who spent years on the verge of a purge so he soul searched
- The jameson hits the veins again
- I take the stage and then
- Make my payment when im in a deranged and enraged state again
- Ive rearranged my brain waves this main frame updates again
- Lost in his twisted mind he found god and made amends
- But he's been revived, he's now locked on ready to start again
- Head filled with carcinogens, the dread feels of innocence,
- The dead spill out dissonant hymns, seeing red get distance from him
- The current state of rap cant reach me, its needs an extension cord
- But raps a malignant whore with a ninja sword,
- Lyrical intercourse, im in a hospital, ive been admitted before
- The morbid source of my insanity, Jack of course
- I slap a whore, this is a hysterical lyrical attack
- On the wack rappers, blacks, crackers making stacks
- Not that that matters, you lack the skills to be masters, that's actual facts
- Like a diabolical [alcoholic] i spit [bars] in an actual rap
- I'm here to give you what you invested in, don't question it
- just me honored i blessed you with my presence
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