The Return of a 'Grammatical Cannibal'

[Def-init]

I'm a righteous vision of black snow, the silent screams that echo
A silent stalker when I 'speak'. The lines I read full of lies that leak
Within the game a battle rages on, regrettable memories of being long gone
Thoughts ill enough to stand and snuff my mom, naturally occurrin' like an
Obsidian, spitin a sperm tsunami. a supreme case projectile leprosy
it's just a mouse click away. Does impulse feed you? Does need sustain you?
Raw meat on my plate, raw grapes in my cup, stale bread on the table.
Failing thoughts of miracles never felt so real. (Woah...)

Torn apart now. My thoughts are caved miles from nowhere
Grew up with nothing, ran numbers, gathered 'trees' for 'lumber'.
On the coast scorching chrome I stand here, I'm here versin alone
Spittin subliminal rays on the border of livin in criminal states
Minimum hate to any man. Shit, I'd rather spit to his face
Living in disgrace is a lifestyle that most rely on
Inferior conjunction will have you assuming shit like mathematical induction,
my rhymes are intangible, no physical description,
My thoughts defined with future designs, so peep the signs,
No light, just a presence with no patience for parents that don't what us.
That's why were born breathless, a piece of property used in business
No noticeable nemesis, my rhymes adjacent to amazement
With a "sun" barely lit. I emotionally lost it
Son, I'm here for advice, for information. If even for a friendly conversation.
You're a creature of habit, never about judging you, I'm no critic.
I'm a new 3rd Reich. Warlike thoughts makin rappers change direction
even when hitchhikin'. My rhymes producin' gain.
Elevatin an eternal loop, leavin' any rapper's anal like a tribal hoop.
Shoe's of black, chains of gold, chainsaw and a bloody knapsack.
I'm a tracker, part Vietnamese, part LAPD. To guarantee the sale of a CD
Spit ideals more powerful than a political detainee
with verbal cannons that leave rappers damaged
with a spine spasm, no hands, unable to rap in even sign language

I put nails to coffins like prayers to christens
Like the Gaza strip's population hanging in God's grip
Shittin when I use a period, a question mark and a comma
Jaw droppin when I wrote the first, second and third part of this saga
Consider me the divine dragon, an Admiral pawnin ensigns.
With bombs that shred and rip ya, with flow's that deadens sinners
I look for opposition. But the only competition I found was in a mirror
Sticking this crucifix through you with purpose
blood fills a cup, kept warm with a thermos
Spent an age in necropolis, yes it does exist
Say my piece, pounding a table with a fist"
I was born Gat's blazing, supreme genetic engineering
kept the neighborhood awake hearing
wishing they were like me and comparing.
Just like that bitch being shot on a bus in 'Babel'
Public transportation is how I make a bitch plan travel"
It's evident that I rhyme mean...with leftovers in a bag,
like evidence on a crime scene. The best kept secret,
thought I would never be told. The clever unfold, to level flows
The failing of movement from an opponent's burial position
Is iller then the NYPD shootin up an unarmed black convention
I'm the silhouette of smoke streaming from a cigarette
I enrage thinking about the countries debts
You must not have realized, Def has the biggest testicles.
Cause you couldn't see me coming even if you were a vagina with spectacles
5 years old found my first mother fucker dead.
With command's processing overhead, the look in my eyes so pure so corrupted
An entrepreneur that staged the battle of Marston Moor
The first mother fucker to strap a bayonet in the civil war [font=Arial Black] [/font]