The Spoken Word
Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:38 pm
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I'm the rap heathen who will leave the tracks just bleedin'
if you act misleadin', I will be forced to smash the weak men
have your wife's vagina stash the semen, it's back to eden
while your back to eatin', slurp it all on ya mustache, the season
of rap murderin' is fact, I'm mergin' in a different lane these days
weak lames try to speak game, while game is action, your cheap reign
will look like King James flippin' through each of these scripts, dang
I rip ligaments, diss ignorance, and overthrow a vagrant thought
do to you what they to Asian dogs, atleast until your brains is lost
the maniac with abrasive gloss, what I spit shines, while you just spit shine
sniff lines of coca, the mind of a timeless holster, I grip time
and murder my assalints, smash brains in for them actin' flagrant
I'm scratchin' pages, while you barely scratchin' the surface
their words is worthless not even worth the proof of purchase
a couple perc's will perk this person, on the edge of the perch I'm cursin'
the God's, the Heaven's only to ask why I wasn't made the perfect person
I can hurt the nervous system, only if you nerds had the nerve to listen
you cannot purchase wisdom, wisdom is already there, but already rare
the beef of knowledge, will overheat the cauldron, as it steams I stop it
like those of spaghetti (yea) all they really try to do is rag u
try to look past you, on the avenue as they try to overly nag u
say that your rents past due, and literally they try to dispatch u
I'm sorry for the world as though all they bring is misleadin'
and you will never see another dope MC as me, not in any season
I'm the rap heathen who will leave the tracks just bleedin'
if you act misleadin', I will be forced to smash the weak men
have your wife's vagina stash the semen, it's back to eden
while your back to eatin', slurp it all on ya mustache, the season
of rap murderin' is fact, I'm mergin' in a different lane these days
weak lames try to speak game, while game is action, your cheap reign
will look like King James flippin' through each of these scripts, dang
I rip ligaments, diss ignorance, and overthrow a vagrant thought
do to you what they to Asian dogs, atleast until your brains is lost
the maniac with abrasive gloss, what I spit shines, while you just spit shine
sniff lines of coca, the mind of a timeless holster, I grip time
and murder my assalints, smash brains in for them actin' flagrant
I'm scratchin' pages, while you barely scratchin' the surface
their words is worthless not even worth the proof of purchase
a couple perc's will perk this person, on the edge of the perch I'm cursin'
the God's, the Heaven's only to ask why I wasn't made the perfect person
I can hurt the nervous system, only if you nerds had the nerve to listen
you cannot purchase wisdom, wisdom is already there, but already rare
the beef of knowledge, will overheat the cauldron, as it steams I stop it
like those of spaghetti (yea) all they really try to do is rag u
try to look past you, on the avenue as they try to overly nag u
say that your rents past due, and literally they try to dispatch u
I'm sorry for the world as though all they bring is misleadin'
and you will never see another dope MC as me, not in any season