Hell Bound
Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 4:17 pm
im hell bound for 12 rounds the hell hound
golden flow i meld sounds till the melt down
felt grounds shake and shiver quake and quiver
you'll learn quick not to break n play wit sinners
whose ace is quicker as I proceed to cut the deck
get much respect a razor tongue ta cut ya flesh
I must object cuz my path is that of fallen angels
its all entangled but with skills I'm often able
to cause tornados with a force to wreck ur home
as I connect my dome and disconnect your own
im fresh and prone to cause massive pile ups
known to defile sluts when i switch my style up
the wild bunch aint got shit on me the swift emcee
burnin to the 5th degree makin a mark on history
but you pissed at me cause you could never compare
the clever conveyer of words to sever you there
I never am scared always prepared for verbal combat
I'll serve your contacts while I'm mergin complex
theories in an urban context rap's messiah
with massive priors enough to be strapped and fried up
my cash is tied up in many different schemes
cuz my vintage dreams are about instant cream
so assistant please hand me the plan B for escape
I've tested this fate enough to know its miss placed
between this day and any other one to come along
even the dumb an strong will feel it when i run this song
so come along and follow me down hells road
and tell no soul what you have seen till your bell tolls
im hell bound and i think hell knows
golden flow i meld sounds till the melt down
felt grounds shake and shiver quake and quiver
you'll learn quick not to break n play wit sinners
whose ace is quicker as I proceed to cut the deck
get much respect a razor tongue ta cut ya flesh
I must object cuz my path is that of fallen angels
its all entangled but with skills I'm often able
to cause tornados with a force to wreck ur home
as I connect my dome and disconnect your own
im fresh and prone to cause massive pile ups
known to defile sluts when i switch my style up
the wild bunch aint got shit on me the swift emcee
burnin to the 5th degree makin a mark on history
but you pissed at me cause you could never compare
the clever conveyer of words to sever you there
I never am scared always prepared for verbal combat
I'll serve your contacts while I'm mergin complex
theories in an urban context rap's messiah
with massive priors enough to be strapped and fried up
my cash is tied up in many different schemes
cuz my vintage dreams are about instant cream
so assistant please hand me the plan B for escape
I've tested this fate enough to know its miss placed
between this day and any other one to come along
even the dumb an strong will feel it when i run this song
so come along and follow me down hells road
and tell no soul what you have seen till your bell tolls
im hell bound and i think hell knows