Too much booze and whine...
Pantomime a pandemic, energetic rhymes are heretic
Here addicts there’s no medical help for my magic
Mime addict, my mind signs the blind panic
While at it I drop lines that define the right mechanics
Left handed I press the breath to a fresher dimension
I’ll just simply die while I mention my henchmen
A fly tension, climing skies to arrive where I’m venting
A blind gentian amongst roses and climbed fences
A prisoner behind walls not visable to human eyes
Listen to the brutal cries a christian with a new design
Beacuse it’s in cruelty where the beauty lies
Mutiny for a few is wise, I flew away to mute the fight
A brutal strike, computing clues for clueless eyes
cubic news in a rude disguise where a few is loosing minds
because of too much booze and whine, choose your smile!
Smooth and wize, cruise through lies n find the newest style
Blizz is divine, said it like gift of gab, rip and stab, shift the fads
Pen and paper, raping notebooks letting flow hook crooks
It’s always a no look in books and text files when I flex styles
You’ll get hexed child, the next best extra life wrecking kinds
So check how I use my sentences wize, get the credentials
Fencing poets with pencils while stabbing my own potentials
Possessing the power to devour verses and prose with no cons
You try to follow but get so gone, and on the low down
If slick rick was a ruler and rakim rocked rhymes
Then I’ll be one the like tonedeff to amaze and drop lines
Shock minds by tellin kids that there’s no way to top mine
I stop time to let you enter the center to lock grime
Get down right filthy and dirty when I’m serving you
I’ve never heard of you but curtains call for a third review
Let there be loss and let there be people standing like icons
Not quite gone, I’m still here with my pen and my might spawned
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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