Addiction and Life (A 'Grammatical Cannibal' Production) :)

[Def-init]

Ayo, feel the shimmering form of the ethereal
Addiction in the raw. Flawless is the feeling.
This divine sinner's euphoria is flowing...
The telephone is screaming, his trembling hands can’t focus.
A feeling worse than God's wrath with the Locusts.
Pooling blood, within the eyes of a disciple.
I reign like the Lord while dividing to conquer.
A King amongst Kings that feasts with the wolves.
I'm Ill like the verse of a priest,
that happened to pass through the mouth of a beast
In a blink of an eye, the drought ceased.
Been drunk since the first of July
my rallying cry policed, they say "a disturbance of the peace."
Yet still I Spit flows from the Northeast,
just to see a decrease in power from a Justice of the peace.
The success of a pawn as a chess piece is sacrifice.
Such a shitty price for existence
like the obese fags populating Greece
wearing caprice, a golden fleece,
enticed into touching little boys
like the south do with a Niece.

Who can carry such a heavy load?
defeating our demons, is beautiful to behold
the irritability never relents
From self-inflicted addiction, to a holy premonition
infectious white-lines in reflection,
the beautiful nature in which it lays.
These words come from the darkest place,
Divine intervention or legal prevention?
A drug promises salvation.
Simply captivates the redness in the eye!
Starlit sky, the clouds drift.
The shakes form from within when
the cold sweat causes the population to shift
The burning hot realization,
when one longs for death,
the ventricular fibrillation,
When one wants to cease their breath.
I'm precise when I spit.
Like a simulated military operation
on a military installation contained in my
internal representation of linguistic communication.
I get the victory and celebration,
straight from the rights of first publication.

I rise above all,
like magnetic levitation on a holy day of obligation.
The mathematical relation and postmortem examination
of Newton’s law of gravitation means a miscalculation
when one seeks damnation.
Parents writing letters to the administration
of the board of education, a privately held corporation
that decides if your future will contain
unemployment compensation. In the future we will all die
from ultraviolet radiation like a G running from
the federal bureau of investigation.
So smoke a blunt, Rail a line and get higher than the
National Aeronautics and Space Association.
I can feel the monster beside me, call it my shadow.
How though, does it affect me?
It manifests itself inside me, it's such a hassle.
It's like the battle of the Bismarck Sea
where my soul is lost property,
like the political detainee and is untouchable to a degree.
Till the wind turns angry and promptly forces it free.
Falling forever in solitude without a boundary
Don’t need a doctor's degree to read a flat line.
Walking along a thin-line isn’t what is scary.
It is the solitude that comes with it.
No one to guide you, no one to hold your hand.
No net to catch you, should you fall upon the land.

[eMCee Havic]

this more like a poem than a rap, but some deep subject matter in there,, decent drop man

like magnetic levitation on a holy day of obligation.
The mathematical relation and postmortem examination
of Newton’s law of gravitation means a miscalculation
when one seeks damnation

that shit was pretty dope

[-MenaCe-]

^^Word, that its more like a poem...

But not bad..Decent Drop!