Keeps Getting Hotter
Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 3:47 pm
So, I find, when I reload and squeeze, something explodes in me, like my body was overseas, physically and emotionally
this great
...enjoyment from seeing people
......bleed, my evil deeds, take over me, I plant the seeds for this fantasy of seeing every man and all humanity
vanish, they'll
...bandage
......me, they'll try to cover up my insanity, then i'll start landing cannons with bombs and enough ammo to make sure the whole planet
is gone
I can't see beyond the days of panic, the rage I manage is enough to blow up the stage, you'd be amazed the ways I plan it
...fill up my guage
like a car..I ain't a mechanic, but I'm like a drunk in a strip club I'm known to rip apart bars, my antics are frantic, so when I stand with a gun
..the time for semantics is done
you mine as well mumble your plea, nobody is as humble as me, I'm bringing innovation, back, syndicating
...my intimidating past
I'm still eliminating wacks they say I spit religious hating rap, you will only see the ridiculous stating that
hand me an axe I'll finish satan fast
...rap is to me, a toxicity, a captivity, a place I am trapped physically, so I can only react literally
..not scientifically
artistically I am illmatic, linguistically I am still at it with ill status realistically I don't have the will to kill magik
...until I refill my pill cabinet
I like to take advantage of weapons, my opponents are manic depressants, cuz they are always in a panic and stressing
...even when handed the lessons
creative hip hop seems to be an abandoned profession, it's fascinating the facts your facing when you spit content
..this nonsense in rotation
thats always on deck, shouldn't be on no station, watch me rock-his (rawkus) crowd like ovations, cuz I take it back like the old nation
..the bronze age
freeze vocal pipes like cold basements spitting on stage with bold statements, payed my dues with long days and no agents
..the wrong ways to do co-payments
the new song plays, dropping like bomb bays, I've gone crazy, my brain concaves from the songs strong waves, I lead my pack like tom brady
..I'm serving entrees daily
if my writtens were praised in a way I could appreciate, I wouldn't initiate hate, this debate is pointless, I'm in disarray its like the joints lite
..I'm one hit away
these emcees who spit today, their punches are weak, their fists are clay, they break when they hit, and their wrists, twist and sway
....until their disks switch
and their wrists decay, I pitch shift to be listed as the sickest, magnificent emcee who was born gifted with "it", the rhymes I submitted
..will never equal to the crimes I committed
but every time I admit it, I find I'm aquitted, every line I transmitted through the papers extreme, my mind is exquisite, who is greater than me?
this great
...enjoyment from seeing people
......bleed, my evil deeds, take over me, I plant the seeds for this fantasy of seeing every man and all humanity
vanish, they'll
...bandage
......me, they'll try to cover up my insanity, then i'll start landing cannons with bombs and enough ammo to make sure the whole planet
is gone
I can't see beyond the days of panic, the rage I manage is enough to blow up the stage, you'd be amazed the ways I plan it
...fill up my guage
like a car..I ain't a mechanic, but I'm like a drunk in a strip club I'm known to rip apart bars, my antics are frantic, so when I stand with a gun
..the time for semantics is done
you mine as well mumble your plea, nobody is as humble as me, I'm bringing innovation, back, syndicating
...my intimidating past
I'm still eliminating wacks they say I spit religious hating rap, you will only see the ridiculous stating that
hand me an axe I'll finish satan fast
...rap is to me, a toxicity, a captivity, a place I am trapped physically, so I can only react literally
..not scientifically
artistically I am illmatic, linguistically I am still at it with ill status realistically I don't have the will to kill magik
...until I refill my pill cabinet
I like to take advantage of weapons, my opponents are manic depressants, cuz they are always in a panic and stressing
...even when handed the lessons
creative hip hop seems to be an abandoned profession, it's fascinating the facts your facing when you spit content
..this nonsense in rotation
thats always on deck, shouldn't be on no station, watch me rock-his (rawkus) crowd like ovations, cuz I take it back like the old nation
..the bronze age
freeze vocal pipes like cold basements spitting on stage with bold statements, payed my dues with long days and no agents
..the wrong ways to do co-payments
the new song plays, dropping like bomb bays, I've gone crazy, my brain concaves from the songs strong waves, I lead my pack like tom brady
..I'm serving entrees daily
if my writtens were praised in a way I could appreciate, I wouldn't initiate hate, this debate is pointless, I'm in disarray its like the joints lite
..I'm one hit away
these emcees who spit today, their punches are weak, their fists are clay, they break when they hit, and their wrists, twist and sway
....until their disks switch
and their wrists decay, I pitch shift to be listed as the sickest, magnificent emcee who was born gifted with "it", the rhymes I submitted
..will never equal to the crimes I committed
but every time I admit it, I find I'm aquitted, every line I transmitted through the papers extreme, my mind is exquisite, who is greater than me?