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.