Dark Poetry
Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 1:41 am
A dark soul is ageless and reviled
Eternal symmetry with God is in violation of the wild
Consider me a zealot, the perfect picture for my ballad
Shout it! A dark tone, like the geographical zone of Sierra Leone
With no home, where little Sarah's alone with no phone
I was born to be real, my spit... bacterial.
Fearin' yall? Never an Achilles heel,
In my hood, Dumbass's steal! So I got a gat made from 'Damascus Steel'
And laugh at tuff talk from the passenger's in an automobile!
See, I'm a glutton, a roman with javelins, leavin' bodies in oceans
Souls in abyss's, a righteous act from the back of griffins.
Or maybe just cruel like after Stalin had words spoken
Drop bombs like the airmen, never taken a dive like a WW2 Asian
My soul's on a skillet looking like bacon, the perfect diction
Go underground and start a nation that mirrors Zion.
Hunting rappers like Natives with the Bison,
Cut you down and get twice as much at the auction
I see all vermin, like terrorist Arabs wearing turbans
I'm a titan with a spine larger than any Spartan
Leave ya with hands around the neck that tighten.
Beefin' at me will take its toll, man.
So back track and save your token
My skin's flame retardant, it's a shame you're retarded
Like hood-scum at night, I laugh at these Hoodlums fright
My hex is real; the sex appeal is tantric, straight fantastic
Where would you seek a victim? A fan asked it!
The thickest thicket in Harlem is where I'm most fearsome!
For fun I rhyme some...over the music of the spheres
My vocals are disturbed; No surprise they please ears
I'm on a power trip, Captain of a whaling ship
My soul's a hollow point tip...damn
I ain't "Heavenly Divine" like the Verbal Hologram
I use custom phrases in assorted arrangements
On what turned out to be a whore I was engaged with
Bitch... I was better off paying for it
The bloods splatter... a scene from Dexter. I manned-up
Provided a final meal and left you covered in 'Gangster Ketchup'
Bitch, what's left for you? I for see you Gaspin' for breath
The only perceptual experience I have left is your cerebral death
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Eternal symmetry with God is in violation of the wild
Consider me a zealot, the perfect picture for my ballad
Shout it! A dark tone, like the geographical zone of Sierra Leone
With no home, where little Sarah's alone with no phone
I was born to be real, my spit... bacterial.
Fearin' yall? Never an Achilles heel,
In my hood, Dumbass's steal! So I got a gat made from 'Damascus Steel'
And laugh at tuff talk from the passenger's in an automobile!
See, I'm a glutton, a roman with javelins, leavin' bodies in oceans
Souls in abyss's, a righteous act from the back of griffins.
Or maybe just cruel like after Stalin had words spoken
Drop bombs like the airmen, never taken a dive like a WW2 Asian
My soul's on a skillet looking like bacon, the perfect diction
Go underground and start a nation that mirrors Zion.
Hunting rappers like Natives with the Bison,
Cut you down and get twice as much at the auction
I see all vermin, like terrorist Arabs wearing turbans
I'm a titan with a spine larger than any Spartan
Leave ya with hands around the neck that tighten.
Beefin' at me will take its toll, man.
So back track and save your token
My skin's flame retardant, it's a shame you're retarded
Like hood-scum at night, I laugh at these Hoodlums fright
My hex is real; the sex appeal is tantric, straight fantastic
Where would you seek a victim? A fan asked it!
The thickest thicket in Harlem is where I'm most fearsome!
For fun I rhyme some...over the music of the spheres
My vocals are disturbed; No surprise they please ears
I'm on a power trip, Captain of a whaling ship
My soul's a hollow point tip...damn
I ain't "Heavenly Divine" like the Verbal Hologram
I use custom phrases in assorted arrangements
On what turned out to be a whore I was engaged with
Bitch... I was better off paying for it
The bloods splatter... a scene from Dexter. I manned-up
Provided a final meal and left you covered in 'Gangster Ketchup'
Bitch, what's left for you? I for see you Gaspin' for breath
The only perceptual experience I have left is your cerebral death
Link: http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/priso ... html#92379