Hw&Ph - Carnival, Myth, Harvest, Carnage.
Phoenix - The Carnival. Boy, you better stick to writing/ Cause while I'm spitting cyphers you're licking diapers/ We're out of your league, stepping out of alignement/ Only to be up in your faces quite like advertisement/ We're incognito, dressed in trenchcoats with skateboards/ And we'll get you so perplexed you'll start eating play'dough/ We're bombing your town, rushing your crib like Stormtroopers/ While cats on Whoa are fucking failures like pornbloopers/ Hwarang - The Myth Boy, you bite my lines, but I fight the crimes/ I write my rhymes and just enlight your minds/ Burning blocks in projects where's Pac's a prophet/ I rock your concert and cock your tonsils as I fuck your nostrils/ The streets are humming , the concrete's in rumble/ The beat is drumming, enemies know defeat is coming/ Phoenix fought with humor and analogues and rumors/ I'm too ill for that, I'm a tumor loved by consumers/ Styles spread like aids around pride and rainbow plaques/ Taking a stand, just take a seat and ride the railroad tracks/ You don't deserve your rocks, I've earned my spot/ And you jealous little haters can all slurb my cock../ Phoenix - The Harvest You'll be insane by agony, by the pain inside of thee/ Until this day of tragedy gets switched for casualty/ Words restrained by blasphemy sustains our masterpiece/ As chicks get flunked and start to blame the faculty/ I'm reversing brackets, collecting people unexpectedly easy/ Lyrically bursting caskets with a mind neglected and feeble/ Ya'll rehears your battles and get a electrical feeling/ And I emerge from my ashes only to resurrect like a Phoenix/ You hate me? Feelings are mutual and I leave you as usual/ While I'm pleading for a future that is evil but crucial/ Fags get struck by anxiety, that's why I'm busting reality/ And like rebellions in Gothenburg we're rocking society/ Hwarang - The Carnage I'm so oldschool I rocked the crowd at stone hedge/ Stone age, I'm so newschool I represent a homepage/ Hwarang and Phoenix, on top of mountains of corpses / The kings of the Hill, covered by their fountain of losses/ When all of our adrenaline drips we rattle skeleton chips/ Sweaters get ripped, honestly who are better than this?/ Fiving me wordplays?I asked for was some fucking variety/ History repeats itself, and once again we're rocking society/ Som ni ser hade vi inte bestämt stil under första. Men det fick lösas med lite stilmixar.. +Phoenix = Spex Edit: Om du bara skriver "Bra", "Dåligt" så behöver du inte skriva alls. Ge konstruktiv kritik, ta ut det bästa/sämsta. Tack på förhand. Mvh/ Hwarang och Phoenix
Me? What? naw, I'm the kid closing curtains Perfect? No, I'm a brew slamming guy with a purpose http://www.thewrestlinggame.com/wg.asp?w=110101
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