The Narcissist - MonuMental ft. Kuhlerblynd
Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 2:20 pm
[center]MonuMental
Many view me as a Narcissist, the truth shouldn't be too far from this,
In a booth spit fire, I'm an arsonist, my movements prove that I'm hard to hit,
I shoot for the moon where the target sits, high stakes looking for a card to grip,
Part your lips, go and scar your wrists, if you guys think you can go as hard as this,
The part that pissed off the opposition, I'm gifted and I ain't got a pot to piss in,
Afflicted with sickness, not to mention, If I wanted to, I could even start religions,
Marching missions in the dark, indifferent, and I'm often wicked, so my heart's defended,
When I start my engines I'm aloft and lifted, got no heart to fence in what I thought horrendous,
Can you live through the poison I spit, the noise in the pit ever poised on my lips,
You boys on the bench won't avoid any licks as I void your defense, destroyed in a sense,
Annoying and dense, I can toy with you wimps, deploy and commence to enjoy my offense,
Detour you and mince all your ploys into bits, employ an immense sense of joy as you wince,
When I'm coming in I'm bringing the carnage, leaving the scars ripped, freaking the harlots,
Speaking on garbage you think is the hardest, wreaking the havoc with the demons I harnessed,
Say I'm living on the border, well, I got my sword compelled to lead the hordes of hell,
Pray I'm missing with the mortar shells, until my form is felled, or I'm too torn to tell,
I never claimed to possess perfection, but I recollect, and now I'm second guessing,
I tether flame to my breath and press it to the brains infected by my wretched message,
Can't wait to be placed with the greatest, faced with the status, jaded and wasted,
Faded and tasting the grace that I came with stained by vain lips and trained to stay thin,
I'll captivate, then I'll catch the nation, with my captions placed in their imaginations,
Of the masses, sacred, I'm a classic agent for the path I've taken to amass the hatred,
No one else could ever stack to this, a mac that rips as hard as acid trips,
I'll be kicking all the classic spits, facts and fiction from my bag of tricks.
Kuhlerblynd
Duplicating Kuhler could be foolish as hell, 'cause I'm a purist, but, well...
There isn't an emcee worth devouring but me, fuck yes I'm full of myself!
My shots fire off before you put in the shells, afterward spraying disenfectant
Clear hip hop's parasites when I put them in a pair a sights, wrap them like Christmas presents!
Spit arson to singe your neck with, punches decapitate after I hit ya necklace
Shit gets wreckless, no known surgeon alive is working who could fix your chest, bitch!
I'm blowing beef open as I ingest ribs, stomachs and bladders, the lungs of dumb rappers
With slugs that come after, leaving the blood of some splattered, you ugly fuck bastards!
I love my drunk laughter, in a room with myself enjoying every second of it
The world without me is less than nothing, I leave wives pleading to caress their husbands
And grown men seeking mothers to suck on some breasts or something that's left to love them
Putting their hands up, arms stretched above them, hoping to receive blessings from Him!
I smirk as these checks keep coming, you fags aren't as gifted as the god when I box
The key to defeat me is already lodged in a lock covered with armor that's not
Bothered by shots, you might be sending... Can't be penetrated, not a thing to shake it
Flows colder than snow in weather forty below that can't be duplicated or imitated!
All you sinner's hate it how Kuhler's spits has your soul froze then simply breaks it
One man army, you need to hit the basics, ripping out my own tounge cause your shit is tasteless!
I bet not a single one of you bitches make it, but I'll prove my art's prolific
From start to finish, disarm you kids then send explosive bars to bomb the cars you live in!
This has far from ended, I'll get fucking dark and wicked, Blynd rips apart your vision
Until your heart has sensed it beats without reason, but keeps going calm and senseless!
Point toy guns to rob your kids with, do the unthinkable, make your girls honest bitches
Im a drug addicts fecal matter, the dopest shit is, spit by me, KB, believe I'm narcissistic!!![/center]
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Many view me as a Narcissist, the truth shouldn't be too far from this,
In a booth spit fire, I'm an arsonist, my movements prove that I'm hard to hit,
I shoot for the moon where the target sits, high stakes looking for a card to grip,
Part your lips, go and scar your wrists, if you guys think you can go as hard as this,
The part that pissed off the opposition, I'm gifted and I ain't got a pot to piss in,
Afflicted with sickness, not to mention, If I wanted to, I could even start religions,
Marching missions in the dark, indifferent, and I'm often wicked, so my heart's defended,
When I start my engines I'm aloft and lifted, got no heart to fence in what I thought horrendous,
Can you live through the poison I spit, the noise in the pit ever poised on my lips,
You boys on the bench won't avoid any licks as I void your defense, destroyed in a sense,
Annoying and dense, I can toy with you wimps, deploy and commence to enjoy my offense,
Detour you and mince all your ploys into bits, employ an immense sense of joy as you wince,
When I'm coming in I'm bringing the carnage, leaving the scars ripped, freaking the harlots,
Speaking on garbage you think is the hardest, wreaking the havoc with the demons I harnessed,
Say I'm living on the border, well, I got my sword compelled to lead the hordes of hell,
Pray I'm missing with the mortar shells, until my form is felled, or I'm too torn to tell,
I never claimed to possess perfection, but I recollect, and now I'm second guessing,
I tether flame to my breath and press it to the brains infected by my wretched message,
Can't wait to be placed with the greatest, faced with the status, jaded and wasted,
Faded and tasting the grace that I came with stained by vain lips and trained to stay thin,
I'll captivate, then I'll catch the nation, with my captions placed in their imaginations,
Of the masses, sacred, I'm a classic agent for the path I've taken to amass the hatred,
No one else could ever stack to this, a mac that rips as hard as acid trips,
I'll be kicking all the classic spits, facts and fiction from my bag of tricks.
Kuhlerblynd
Duplicating Kuhler could be foolish as hell, 'cause I'm a purist, but, well...
There isn't an emcee worth devouring but me, fuck yes I'm full of myself!
My shots fire off before you put in the shells, afterward spraying disenfectant
Clear hip hop's parasites when I put them in a pair a sights, wrap them like Christmas presents!
Spit arson to singe your neck with, punches decapitate after I hit ya necklace
Shit gets wreckless, no known surgeon alive is working who could fix your chest, bitch!
I'm blowing beef open as I ingest ribs, stomachs and bladders, the lungs of dumb rappers
With slugs that come after, leaving the blood of some splattered, you ugly fuck bastards!
I love my drunk laughter, in a room with myself enjoying every second of it
The world without me is less than nothing, I leave wives pleading to caress their husbands
And grown men seeking mothers to suck on some breasts or something that's left to love them
Putting their hands up, arms stretched above them, hoping to receive blessings from Him!
I smirk as these checks keep coming, you fags aren't as gifted as the god when I box
The key to defeat me is already lodged in a lock covered with armor that's not
Bothered by shots, you might be sending... Can't be penetrated, not a thing to shake it
Flows colder than snow in weather forty below that can't be duplicated or imitated!
All you sinner's hate it how Kuhler's spits has your soul froze then simply breaks it
One man army, you need to hit the basics, ripping out my own tounge cause your shit is tasteless!
I bet not a single one of you bitches make it, but I'll prove my art's prolific
From start to finish, disarm you kids then send explosive bars to bomb the cars you live in!
This has far from ended, I'll get fucking dark and wicked, Blynd rips apart your vision
Until your heart has sensed it beats without reason, but keeps going calm and senseless!
Point toy guns to rob your kids with, do the unthinkable, make your girls honest bitches
Im a drug addicts fecal matter, the dopest shit is, spit by me, KB, believe I'm narcissistic!!![/center]
my-introduction-vt25835.html
post191981.html#p191981