Holding The Globe
Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 11:36 am
Defs a juggernaut N nigga U not!
Im rollin the dice, thrown'em twice, flowin nice!
Wipin my bloody dick on a teddy bear,
iz how Im makin a 4yr old cry twice...!
Feel dis...
as I spit da realist topics!
Ill open ya dome...!
like a split beaver dats spread eagle N gaze in2 ur secrets!
Gothic, cryptic, I spit through richters,
my vibrations R seismic
Poems of chrome N chronic, da pulse's R sonic!
Grab a mic N spit shit slick N slightly ebonic,
no guarantee upon bricks!
Rail dem infectious white lines in reflection.
Razorbladed salvation, my temptations filled
This day brings da void, fear, rifles,
N knifes wit God at da rear,
Da buildings seem to have fallen, but da foundation remains
Ground zero N patriotism, strength in flame!
Terrorist attacks N desperate acts,
How could dis happen?
Couldnt conceive da actions!
gunshots at distance,
Enemies captured in resistance
Fuck dem cowards, Bitch,
im physically N mentally powered
Im talkin famous, ur barkin lameness.
A soul? is dark in da trench N da flames iz hot I guess!
Bench pressin bars, is what Def does best!
lapses wit ounces, vests dont protect from axes N Dogma,
around of drinks for my dawgs, Ma!
Fuck da hustle, we B raw, relaxin in spas, yah!
Blow on da table, hoes once upon a time N I aint talkin fables!
Goin toe 2 toe, N turnin da table,
if intelligence enables pride, Im on Hawkings label!
How can someone so Def, hear screams so loudly!
How can he spit so proud N profoundly
Im Def, not blind, but da light rebounds off da canopy!
Im a Cyborg beaten a Bi, bored as fuck, man.
Wit a gun in each hand, luck is avoidin da fam
when we out causin a ruckus, fuck this.
Bitch you couldnt make a youtube top ten list!
Duck this, punchs flyin bitchs frontin!
I seldom flee, still Canadian as Maple trees!
I hope heavens free,
so I can afford da fee smokin trees
Ya I rhymed da same word, Nigga! SO WHAT!
Ill ware ur skin coat poetically
like walkin a trench in a trench coat
smokin endo, blow in da peace-pipe
holdin a piece N a pipe! JESUS CHRIST!
Im Ill, I hear Children Spit like Pacewon.
Eyes on da floor, a bitch faces none!
Proud of my estate.
Da foundations forged on stolen land
I'll 'B-Real' as an American Physco
I live Shackled N trapped, da curse of lethal choke!
Ill make a relationship meet horrorcore!
The gender wars are more than just a metaphor.
Im rollin the dice, thrown'em twice, flowin nice!
Wipin my bloody dick on a teddy bear,
iz how Im makin a 4yr old cry twice...!
Feel dis...
as I spit da realist topics!
Ill open ya dome...!
like a split beaver dats spread eagle N gaze in2 ur secrets!
Gothic, cryptic, I spit through richters,
my vibrations R seismic
Poems of chrome N chronic, da pulse's R sonic!
Grab a mic N spit shit slick N slightly ebonic,
no guarantee upon bricks!
Rail dem infectious white lines in reflection.
Razorbladed salvation, my temptations filled
This day brings da void, fear, rifles,
N knifes wit God at da rear,
Da buildings seem to have fallen, but da foundation remains
Ground zero N patriotism, strength in flame!
Terrorist attacks N desperate acts,
How could dis happen?
Couldnt conceive da actions!
gunshots at distance,
Enemies captured in resistance
Fuck dem cowards, Bitch,
im physically N mentally powered
Im talkin famous, ur barkin lameness.
A soul? is dark in da trench N da flames iz hot I guess!
Bench pressin bars, is what Def does best!
lapses wit ounces, vests dont protect from axes N Dogma,
around of drinks for my dawgs, Ma!
Fuck da hustle, we B raw, relaxin in spas, yah!
Blow on da table, hoes once upon a time N I aint talkin fables!
Goin toe 2 toe, N turnin da table,
if intelligence enables pride, Im on Hawkings label!
How can someone so Def, hear screams so loudly!
How can he spit so proud N profoundly
Im Def, not blind, but da light rebounds off da canopy!
Im a Cyborg beaten a Bi, bored as fuck, man.
Wit a gun in each hand, luck is avoidin da fam
when we out causin a ruckus, fuck this.
Bitch you couldnt make a youtube top ten list!
Duck this, punchs flyin bitchs frontin!
I seldom flee, still Canadian as Maple trees!
I hope heavens free,
so I can afford da fee smokin trees
Ya I rhymed da same word, Nigga! SO WHAT!
Ill ware ur skin coat poetically
like walkin a trench in a trench coat
smokin endo, blow in da peace-pipe
holdin a piece N a pipe! JESUS CHRIST!
Im Ill, I hear Children Spit like Pacewon.
Eyes on da floor, a bitch faces none!
Proud of my estate.
Da foundations forged on stolen land
I'll 'B-Real' as an American Physco
I live Shackled N trapped, da curse of lethal choke!
Ill make a relationship meet horrorcore!
The gender wars are more than just a metaphor.