The Basement

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V1)
 
You cold souls forever slave to your animus,
I chose purest path that's magnanimous,
animate aura blast thou shalt not trade hands with us
the savior of style needs revival like saint Lazarus
 
Formula approach at the angle talking Pythagoras
Candle wax gravy for a Jack to jump
Land in a vat of acid now looking blackish like Anderson,
the Cellular level bars can go hundred like Canibus, uh,
 
Hammer the booth I stand for the truth
from land to the moon, Falcon cloud 9
I dont parley with fools you have it confused,
gap between us is snaggletooth
grab attention when I brag in a room a dragon with fumes
 
and a fuse with a lit match, layers to it like big macs,
live fast misfit I'm smashing all of your nick knacks,
its click clack, chaos in my arsenals you aint about it
Armed for war test that lying mouth on a carnivore
 
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Hook)
 
Gas and a lit match in the room, yeah
goat status hear the accurate proof
you can find me in the basement
making classics from the basement
no sweat on the hate its entertainment,
making hits you can find me in the basement
yea, king Osiris
here to make a statement
 
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V2)
 
I see the,
Ginyu in you strike a pose never pose a threat
posers get, shoulder checked,
Strike at your Solar plex,
Your core gets open chest,
as if your heart is what I treasure
pull out with the same grip as a cobras neck
 
Good kid but but the mic cold as a soul can get
I aint a rat but the bars protect,
find me in the dark basement
where my art shape shifts, check the wall
I do it for the molding culture not a chart placement
 
In my youth I acted out like Hell with school,
Conform consume read absorb what they tell you to,
like sex ed from religious Private schools
they don't, teach you how to self discover only blinded rules,
 
Can't suppress nature, its your direct make up
bottle shake up, harder the fizzle the cap quake up
Open closet watch the bones fall a nasty spill
Pause on the metaphors, I'm saying be real and just reveal,
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V3)
Read Manuscripts of the classics,
Slum Vill Dilla Doom woven in my fabrics,
Old soul, caught in a dual era sandwich,
when payphone booths lost to hand held haptics
 
half of the choir preaching stay true never change up,
other half says evolve to sell or be a lame duck,
Could turn tail but I like my coins faced up,
long as my wallet Ben and Borden bills never break up,
 
Keep the accolades and the fame need no recognition,
you blow what you make over credit that's a sped decision,
bake fresh bread from old bread say the bakers gifted,
Appreciation ain't a word in a wagers prison,
 
I ain't tryna evade the system I invade the system
upstaging limits super strength a cape and some laser vision,
I want a share of the plate or ill start breaking dishes
KingOsiris stage respect the space or face eviction

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KingOsiris
Member since February 10 2015

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