Hwarang - Produced profanity

Hwarang - Produced profanity

Some say the pen over powers the sword.
Some say we are all the servants of God.
Some pray for signs and recieve a message.
I say, choice! existence preceds our essence.
I propogate the providence of pandora's box.
I produce profanity in a proximated paradox.

You simple heads can read my notepad's ends.
Well.. the letters, but you never understand'em.
I gladly paint a picture out of a million words.
As long you cocksuckers keep my opinions heard.
Cause I'm all over this, like your ex's calender.
And if you're that rock-hard, I'm the excalibur.

From the pits of Thugz Mansion's catacombs.
I explore uncharted skies like battledrones.
Through burning clouds and lifting mountains.
Travel the distance, I'm shifting surroundings.
From open mic nights to some lavish lifestyles.
I depict my rhymes in form of a bloody skyline.

From the colorful tattoos in the afternoon.
To evenings of nappy hairdos and stacks of jewels.
Audio or not, I'm a better rapper than you.
The gap between spawns, the contrast of dawn.
The clash of the swords, the rath of the poor.
So I guess this is my conclusion, what I've learned.
-Fuck what they say, and fuck what you heard!.


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