Verse For Evil Genius Collab

[complexity]

i remember back-when,rapping gave me traction
i reached the track-end, like most the black-men
who passed me that-pen, rap is now a distraction
E.G I mean-this-faction, use to be an attraction
a teaming-assassin, we were dreaming-a-slashing
for redeeming-a-passion,your now seeing-a-lashing
emceeeing-the-past-in, guaranteeing-a-last-win
i hope ur not even-asking, ur receiving-a-bashing
then we are leaving-fast-in, our deceiving-fashion
the true credent-happened, ekoms n Ian-rappin
the structures teachin-athens, I speak-in-captions
as you sleep-imagine, evil geniuses seeking-ration
got the street-cracking, even with the beat-lacking
bring the heat-back-in, like runaways I keep-packing
ekoms creep-at-em, with all them unique-patterns
the mystique-gathering, see all the weak-scattering
the peak-rap-again, that means complete-battering
i find critique-flatterin,cuz I got the technique mastered in
while trapped-in-sin-the-mics-capturing-the-strifes-rapturing
knifes-gashing-skin-his-lifes-passin-him that he fights-rappers-in

[Viral]

this woulda been a dope ass audio...yeah Ekoms is ummm stuck on Gears of War for the 360 so good luck getting him off...


The Power of Live WARPS ur Brain sometimes.................

[Typeo]

I've been thinking of hooking my ps2 up.

[~Symbolikull~]

man idk where you get off sayin your lackin in talent lately, this piece alone says everything about your talent man. kepp yuh head up and keep postin.

[-TraMaTiK-]

Nice shit..lovin those multis lol -1-

[Ambiguous Realm]

well yea. i was hooked on that fucking game.. but umm now that i practically owned everyone in it.. it got a lil boring.. still fun but w/e...i guess tom doesn't want to do the audio.. im a lazy fuck.. it was my idea to do the audio collab.. but its w/e now.. as some of u guessed.. i'm not as motivated about it n e more... it almost kinda bores me..so since this is finished.. i'm gonna just throw my unfinished verse in so theres more to this...

i'm havin these flashbacks with memories-of-inspiriation
where lyrics mattered and this energy-was-indication
but failed inventions were the end-of-me-n-innovation
where confliction erupts the enemies-n-instigation
u'll sense-the-rage-then, when the pen-n-page-bends
cuz we were men-since-age-ten when all ya friends-were-caged-in..
till my life was captured i've hidden-lots in written-thoughts
i'm sick-in-spots like heroinaddicts i'm lickin-shots...
spittin-knots from my gut that sits-n-rots in pits-n-slots
loosen ya veins like slittin-clots, i'm committin-plots of hittin-gods,
for~given answers that u get-in-nods, so im rippin-squads with litten-rods,
like Zuez im strikin-with-light, surround sound when i bring the mic-in-a-fight,
breakin boards just like-in-the-site, recitin-despite we-might-sin-tonight