Prince of Pagans King of Paupers
Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 5:28 am
(For those who don't get me, know that I hate the main stream industry and how they extort artist.. read through the lines)
More a matter of authenticating how the raw scent is scraping
Scintillating since awakened from a freshly rinsed abrasion
Dawned the Prince of Pagans but crowned the King of Paupers
bring up a raw verse whose words were stings of authors
With sins that charter and accept all denominations
An audible abomination
This case is a slam dunk; now watch as I palm the nation
With freshly turned earth resting above graves of those finely equipped
Fighting the violent urge to finally buy me a crypt
Signing the script with the X like an illiterate mogul
Whose heroes pose near mountains of coke and exhibit a nose-full
Who live in an oval made of shimmering opal & a thousand facets
Endowed with “the green” thoughts between dreams doused in acid
Giving a pound to Baptists and a kilo to Catholics and that’s only half the mix
With a half mixed attractive chick turning tractor tricks
In a half ass attempt to manufacture whips
A near miraculous tactic keeps the rap affixed
To radiators with chains
Crazy neighbors refrain
From criticizing what I’m writing or pay me later with pain
More a matter of authenticating how the raw scent is scraping
Scintillating since awakened from a freshly rinsed abrasion
Dawned the Prince of Pagans but crowned the King of Paupers
bring up a raw verse whose words were stings of authors
With sins that charter and accept all denominations
An audible abomination
This case is a slam dunk; now watch as I palm the nation
With freshly turned earth resting above graves of those finely equipped
Fighting the violent urge to finally buy me a crypt
Signing the script with the X like an illiterate mogul
Whose heroes pose near mountains of coke and exhibit a nose-full
Who live in an oval made of shimmering opal & a thousand facets
Endowed with “the green” thoughts between dreams doused in acid
Giving a pound to Baptists and a kilo to Catholics and that’s only half the mix
With a half mixed attractive chick turning tractor tricks
In a half ass attempt to manufacture whips
A near miraculous tactic keeps the rap affixed
To radiators with chains
Crazy neighbors refrain
From criticizing what I’m writing or pay me later with pain