Kan inte sova-session.
Someone asked me to write it, so I wrote it
Never had to flow it to make you zombies quote it
Captured these spiritual times with my lyrical mind
Your stereotypical whine versus my multisyllable rhymes
Broke the walls of Jericho down to reach the biblical shrines
Yeah, Hwarang's back. Hung over and pretentious as usual
So far above you as usual, beyond your comprehension as usual
Five minutes on a keyboard to end the coastal wars
Turned lava to ice and mountains into ocean floors
In a savage land of fastfood joints and clothing stores
The product of lost love, empty glasses and broken swords
You dream of entering the business where I fucking close the door
Cut your face off with a chainsaw
in the middle of all the chaos
I'll feed you my fire till you shit out napalm
Little bitch kids writing their dope shit with crayons
Peace out, just a quick word from your game's God.
(Inlägget ändrat av spades_joola 2009-01-21 11:42:25)
Me? What? naw, I'm the kid closing curtains
Perfect? No, I'm a brew slamming guy with a purpose
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