the feelings left him joyful when he had the blues no evil then can touch him he was sacred always left a new bowing to the aviary essence in the atmosphere the present in his presence was apparent to divine ears left with a token the motions set but flowing entranced in a new side of outer inner poets his world was taken forward in a new light the angel trumpets blasting through the layers of my cochlea the answers all were sleeping and the questions had insomnia so now im loud with the bass out riding with my own crowd feeling planetary join my orbit or just fall out riding through the city fucking faded but i still show class I can be your tutor listen clearly and you might pass you claim you're the illest but you have never met my folk if we were a family you would call us the incredibles tight flow credible sound bite inedible hear take a swig and digest all these fucking syllables man i cant even deal with you a silly dude fucking up my vibe so i had to bring the death to you smile at my foes every time they seem to pass bye hi mother fucker wouldn't miss you if just died damn thats to crazy fuck i'm fucking hazy the periphriel has opened up and now the mind is changing i have never met a mind like mine and thats a damn shame lonesome on this train of thought the destinations vacant directing life in stages put my life on pages of medicine and sages take a pill for false emotion comatose but wont fall over modern age zombies in bath salt city where the sun is always hot and people always gritty when you have some form of art they think it's always shitty but where were there ever good ones? i think it is a mystery so now im just an artist filled with his pride and his dignity where did all the sense go music fashion fake gold i killed your idol i lit the dark i opened up what once was lost i filled your mind left you divine this whole damn song was just to find fill the cup drink it up feeling so spectacular your crew are some characters funny dudes cant deal with you look out for the full clip look out for the crook pigs swine flu and bullet holes kill your dreams take your soul my mind was lost but i found it in the devils hands dont mind it he cooked it up in a tar pit ah shit where'd i go nuvo and good blow put me on this rap flow id like to thank the academy of glamour whores and bitch hoes where did all the legends go where did all the heros go where is anybody that resembles what they're rapping for i have been in line and i thin it is my damn turn the wack shits put behind us raise some concerns wack dudes are still rapping and the dollar sign is all they earn dollar sign is all they yearn dollar sign is what they get

magic feeling so dramatic falling to a state of peace and running from the havoc keep telling me the skys the limit having brunch on Saturn im spitting rabies on the mic i must be getting sick dog flogging lashes on my back fulfillment to the rap gods the holy trinity to me a a beat a mic and good lyrics im feeling music in my soul i think i went and caught a holy spirit put it in a jar just in case i run low on my hp revive me when im down and entrust my sword with power just swing on these fake dudes with their gold teeth sheesh can it get anymore low key then me? under the radar with my kamikaze vest on i mean my ar 16 bars aint enough my maybach went and turned into a nissan i playback every time its me on these song my paybacks is when im taking off your chicks thong she said that she'll be right back it seems she loves her men fat im an influence on the mic or maybe im just under a foolish jester with these silly words all other tricks syphilis on their dicks sick motheruckers try to spit bitch you can swallow it black come and handle this if you didn't know man you fucking with the truth right now bitch this aint a hologram pull the fucking polygraph out on the other hand i think you had enough overdosing on a rappers song i think your time is up

im staying static and cant breathe right felt a haunting presence in the corner with the green light grabbed my qui gi board it started spinning it don't faze me im used to altercations when my life is put in jeopardy like when he grabbed the gun and cocked it back westernly jesus what the fuck im doing? my pride has been on empty breaking into empty houses my friend said that he needs sleep running from the sun for many days has been the main goal he smoked a blunt then passed that's supposed to be my idol that was many years ago crazy how the time just flows like another shot of alcohol i take it down and liet it sit looking through my iris's like what the fucks the point in this ive often thought of taking a gun and putting an end to it but then i think its cowardly the message fits but how can he just formulate another plan where he can be protagonist the formulas been sitting a just got to turn the couldrun on make a little magic and insert them into all my songs but fuck you dont get it dog the missions statement stated your the enemy of making peace so we cant hold a part in you tearing down a democracy an adolescent with thoughts of being a terrorist i just wanna blow up can you pour me a cup the feelings have been numbed and now i think that i can tell you how i dont really like the world it self and i express that through my vowels they call my music dark and i just think that its a put down i just call it like i see it i see the reaper and i greet him you see the reefer and you breath in alcohol mixed with the feelings and now the song has reached its end i compromised on to many issues

im moving motions in a flurry of an acquisition they want me shipped off or dead up inside of a prison i love the feelings i get when the records are spinning and the voices are screaming to relinquish my vision i felt a vibe now the calibrations are set in through my third eye see the people that faith in me my pineals reading brail i think its lost hope i know my lyrics are cryptic but to me its just a story told how can i just unfold the cemetarys waiting on me to deliver my soul they came with bad news so i shot him right dead in his throat the messenger slain by his predecessor the predator how can i be forgiven the shames a stranglehold the futures a distinguished affliction i cleaning the dishes so that these men can eat they own words i know its viscous the mass of studious apparitions the cornea of the one who inspired the vision the apprehension of the one that spoke the knowledge illuminatis I've been running to the light and away from the darkness its catching up to me wheres the spark they've been speaking of? i think i found it as i drop a grain of me inside this chalice no love is made for me reverse psyche the flow of a masterpiece maroon splatter on the walls of hagiology know that I'm made to fight see red and i charge when you're in my sight and when you left it was made right no mass production of the fantasys of you and i be gone x6 feel like the war is over casual casualties the battlefield has stripped honor the last man with a pen and cigarette digging the graves of the memories from days past lose sight when you listen to the damn song take flight on your dreams cause it takes heart