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feel the heat, the pressure. the weight, the weather
the pain thats measured. evidence of pleasure
the greed for treasures.. the means we sweat for
its written in the history of our cities architectures
the minds thats rotten.. stories burned and forgotten
the stems of problems. conferred in the words of gods son
the mentality of mobbin.. the beasts and goblins
the words you thought you knew in the dark of Gotham
whispers of solemn intents. still standing on the fence
misery with no defense. the cracks the dents
what happens now and what happens in the future tense
we walk entrenched, with no leaders to follow
the pain and sorrow... the emptiness from being hollow
we watch the trails of apollo, just hoping to see tomorrow
while straining against the grin of death trying to swallow
so we're slow to lead. as the flow grows the leach
as we're shown the feast.. we cant eat so we blow the breach
unleashing our souless deeds, as we come broke between
strollin with the devil til we six feet deep hearing the poems of priests

feel the heat, the pressure. the weight, the weather
the pain thats measured. evidence of pleasure
the greed for treasures.. the means we sweat for
its written in the history of our cities architectures

very nice

the minds thats rotten.. stories burned and forgotten
the stems of problems. conferred in the words of gods son

good

the mentality of mobbin.. the beasts and goblins
the words you thought you knew in the dark of Gotham

meh

whispers of solemn intents. still standing on the fence
misery with no defense. the cracks the dents
what happens now and what happens in the future tense
we walk entrenched, with no leaders to follow
the pain and sorrow... the emptiness from being hollow

loved it but would have changed the pain and sorrow fills the emptiness and being hollow or something like that sorry for rushing through this

we watch the trails of apollo, just hoping to see tomorrow
while straining against the grin of death trying to swallow

meh

so we're slow to lead. as the flow grows the leach
as we're shown the feast.. we cant eat so we blow the breach
unleashing our souless deeds, as we come broke between
strollin with the devil til we six feet deep hearing the poems of priests

super dope excellent closer beautiful flow through out good job overall i'd give it ann 8/10 def worth reading again post it in the gallery

Yo, fuck a breakdown, this whole thing fuckin SNAPPED. 10 outta 10, imo. Very fuckin nice.

Damn bro I fuckin LOVED your use of imagery and wordplay. rhymes were spot on and the concept was great. 8/10

Damn man nice multi's and vivid imagery.

your flow is always dope, audio or written you always come with fire. sick drop.