The Scriptures
Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 10:28 am
now your bodies segmented, and inner organs extended/
these angels try to surround me but i hold em demented/
featured are dented, see your corpse is cemented/
i walk away with the prize and my force is contented/
elevated thunder sound, hold artillary when you come around/
resting with the burrows of coffins im bound underground/
eyes are open when im catchin some z's, equipped with sick strategies/
because i expect no less then perfect like japanese families/
run through your faculties, become a victim to casualties/
i could change the orbit of planets on distant wisdom galaxies/
being diiferent is my preference, and you can check the reference/
because your breath would stop with the end of the sentence/
it's over with my presence, as soon as i make my entrance/
like ancient vandetta's these rappers beg for there veangence/
my lyrics are rhythmic, im a physical mystic/
your about as sick as 9th graders in there high school clinic/
it's these lines they mimick, i drop a punchline they get with it/
the fact remains there basic styles a gimmick/
drop a line through a prism, so i dont shine i glisten/
these jaw breaker type of rhymes are not designed to be bitten/
these angels try to surround me but i hold em demented/
featured are dented, see your corpse is cemented/
i walk away with the prize and my force is contented/
elevated thunder sound, hold artillary when you come around/
resting with the burrows of coffins im bound underground/
eyes are open when im catchin some z's, equipped with sick strategies/
because i expect no less then perfect like japanese families/
run through your faculties, become a victim to casualties/
i could change the orbit of planets on distant wisdom galaxies/
being diiferent is my preference, and you can check the reference/
because your breath would stop with the end of the sentence/
it's over with my presence, as soon as i make my entrance/
like ancient vandetta's these rappers beg for there veangence/
my lyrics are rhythmic, im a physical mystic/
your about as sick as 9th graders in there high school clinic/
it's these lines they mimick, i drop a punchline they get with it/
the fact remains there basic styles a gimmick/
drop a line through a prism, so i dont shine i glisten/
these jaw breaker type of rhymes are not designed to be bitten/
