Who knows...
Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 3:26 am
I wanna grab-the-mic n rap-despite half-the-site r all fags-alike, lyrically attack-n-fight u till ya flags-r-white, retreat into the black-of-night cuz darkness overcomes when i trap-the-light, fuck utensils i have-a-knife, the ability to carve my contents with the backs-of-spikes, its the facts-of-life most of us need a pen n pad-to-write, all i need is a plaque-to-swipe, some of u have a knack-to-bite where as i devour with an appetite, it's hunger-for-enemies, i can see the imitations under-identities, the summer-of-entities is over n it covers-my-sense-to-see, so i take off n run-for-my-energy, leave me breathless-n-restless i leave u addressed-with-a-message, solving crimes with sketches-against-this n a vest where my flesh-is, who's next-to-get-messed-with, names etched-in-the-death-list, this Mexican's-reckless i arrest-with-a-tech-gripped to the palm-of-my-hand, under pressure it's calm-that-i-am, cuz i've gone-to-a-land, where nothin matters not the song-or-the-brand, nor the wrongs-of-a-man cuz nothin-is-right, we're fucked-in-this-life, repeatin words i've rhymed as an obstruction-of-hype i've reconstructed-the-knife to deliver cuts-when-i-might finally have somethin-to-write...