RAP ASSASSINS

(DamontheLyricist)

 

Yo, grab a nine with the cool cats, back at it, learning my mathematics,

I crack static, we have knack at rapping, me and K with the pen, he justs

say let's just cook, and I just say let's begin, the kitchen burned out

mental health I had vision that my plates and my skin had some incisions,

you missing out with the best in this mission, the old churches,

chicken out in out in a fight, and, we will be having a sickened out for the

night,

The lights dimming, my spirit's ascending, I'm blending in with the essence of Slim,

I'm just a kid from the sticks, but I've got the gift of the gab, and a pen,

A map in my hand, a plan in my head, the rap game's mine, I'm gonna win it,

I've been to hell and back, with a devil on my neck, but I'm still kicking,

The lyrics are sticking, like a honey bee to a jinxing,

I'm spinning, with the precision of a ninja,

I'm in it, like a grenade in a pinning,

Yo, shoutout to MF DOOM he showed my the way, I put commas in comics

the villain is here to stay, Andre 3K, honestly OutKast in it's place of their own,

furnace is black from the rap that fuel the flame,

I'm on the throne, with the same name, but a different game,

the sport we all play is hip-hop love and praise.

 

(Kalligraphy)

 

Lyrical Bombers on a Swarmmmm

 

Look look

 

The personified drum of David Grohl is back

That bullet train on tracks on the words I rap

Ghost of King Capital, the most poetic author

Swing the sword that’s melting on armour

Spitting flames, splitting atoms, gaining karma

Headed for the dharma that’s been torching my brain

Feeling like I’m k-k-k-k-Kurt Co-BANG

yuh

27 club, died from the hand holding the gun

Stabilized by the wrist, stay with me hun

27 bones in the hand and wrist

27 years old, suicide from the bullets

Listen, live life to fullest

It can be the dullest, a cataract for the wisdom

Never back away from pressuring the system

Media pushing away religion with their own pistons

Govs paying for arson then they blame an eye witness

It’s the way we're livin, a corrupted young world

Hope we cleanse it with Damon’s lyrical spirits

 

Night