Gamla Hwarang-Keystyles

Gamla Hwarang-Keystyles

Spoken word

Salt in wounds cuz remedy is pain in serenity's rain
Walking down memory lane, engergy came in the form of enemy flames
Dying a lifetime, subliming my lifetime and flying to the skyline
But escaping destrived times, finding delight when I write rhymes
These days and times has made this mind look into satans eyes
I hide behind the blatant lies under a naked sky in my state of mind
I send a rhyme to hell's seduction, I chain a blank page
I spend my life in self-destruction, I reign and rampage
But my doubts rather see heavens doors fade
As the clouds gather I see the seven horsemen



I'm a hustler, baby..

I sell pigment to racists
I sell mp3s to playlists
I sell forskins to hebrews
I sell alcohol at preschools
I sell rhymes to ghostwriter
I sell air-time to poltergeists
I sell steel pipes at derbys
I sell syphilis in the 1930's
I sell dignity for currency
I sell a raise to the current fee
I sell capitalism to Feng Shui
I display the market at whoa.nu


In Yo Face Beyotch!

I blast the gas tanks to contrast the anthrax/
Retire players! Im on higher levels/
I raise the stakes like Vampire Slayers/
I split people in two like the iron curtain/
Girly rappers, cider slurpers are death for certain/
Splitting atoms, turning anatomies to fragments/
Ive had it, lyrically killing faggots and admins/
To illuminate continents and contests when I record/
And spex, Im the best to ever touch a keyboard/
Vocal cords with artic warfare; my soul's blessed/
I burn parkbenches to make your whole crew homeless/
Trick ass, your slickness is like a sickness/
Hard-Knock-Life like Jehovas witnessess/