False Perception ft. Arv, Complex, Ekoms
Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 4:06 pm
Also known as the super duper collabo
[Arvincible]
in an entrance of perception n perspective-see-i-speak, but nevertheless respectively-I-seek
to present my reputation n respect in expectations for my greatness the best-of-me-I-peak
and further levitate to heavens gate with elegance.. cuz im elevatin better in intelligence,
I never played second rate wit arrogance, but then its evident how devilish this level-is..
leather-slick. im a heada the better, but will i never be a veteran if im stoppin for a second-kid?
fuck that incredible irrelevance! im quick to have the baretta metal-click n watch the wetta-spit..
Murderous vendetta-shit, killin for routinely-habits, never any apologies when i mean-to-stab-it
the red beam gleamin-rapid when i squeeze-n-grab it cuz i "stay strapped" like Houdini-Jackets!
Many seen-the-magic, with steady-aim bitches get machetti-slain cuz im always ready-mayne
see ur buddy's glock put the bloody dots on ya like spaghetti-stains when i bring the heavy-rain
Cuz its just crazy n amazingly-smooth the way im escalatin faster than "inflation-wit-crude"
So if Satan's always fakin-n-rude than who am i to 'diss-guys' as if i was 'impersonatin-a-dude?'
[Ekoms]
An impersonation of worse-relations, thee original three.. not a third-replacement, a combination so we can merge-creations,
got me contemplatin every word-with-patience, more than a nurse-with-patients, i heal when i serve these herbs-with-rations,
medically my curse-is-ancient reversed-n-raisin the dead from the dirt-their-graves-in, preserved-invasions,
got these bodies burstin-pavements, but i got em' purged-in-basements, cuz i'm keepin it UNDERGROUND till this Earth-awakens,
i'm only hidden~..still~why~first-is-vacant, cuz i stay spittin~till~my~nerves-r-shaken, i'm a LIVING HELL like the BIRTH-OF-SATAN,
no church-for-prayin, my army of dead has an urge for verbs-of-hatin, but i'm not their puppet master..i'm just a surgeon-playin,
givin incisions to ya body dividin-a-section,a light search to find-imperfections, return their deadly SINS..~i'm~revivin-the-SEVEN,
almost like redesignin-inventions, BODY and MIND-in-a-presence, and SOULS floatin inbetween since~i've~divided-up-heaven,
but aside-from-wat's-mentioned, i've come to realise-my-intentions to impersonate one self is a disguised-intervention,
and these lies-of-deception will rise-in-a-second to tie-in-the-session, i bring death..i can't die-in-oppression, besides...-i'm-a-weapon
[complex]
I've always strived-for-perfection, a kurse, disguised-as-a-blessing, thats why-it-is-stressing, thinking outside-the-perception
E.G, the livest-connection, I come alive-in-this-session, I sin, but lie-in-confession, I put knifes-in-my-chest-and, the demise-of-a-legend
could arrive-in-a-second, I might not survive-the-infection, I realize-it-is-spreading, thats a metaphor for this dying-profession
that they took in a biased-direction, time for the surprise-resurrection, I'm the Messiah-of-texting, like Barack, I'm an inspiring-presense
LIVER-than-wrestling, I'm surprising-the-rest-with-thoughts to complex-to-spot, revising-the-lessons-taught, devising-a-second-plot
I am-a-weapon-unless-its-shot, than-I'm-a-wesson-that-gets-to-hot, which isn't a stretch-when-you-connect-the-dots
in-effect-I-am-the-best-to-drop, yet I don't get blessed-with-props, no reference cuz I'm real-with-the-message
I'm feeling-a-death-wish, on my head, I can't deal-with-the-hexes, I can't really-accept-it, all of this cuz I reinvent the wheel-like-the-lexus
they want to steal-my-successes, cuz i bring skill-to-this-text-shit,always coming more ill-than-expected, I'm WIRED-with-adrenaline
until I'm TIRED-of-the-PEN-again, and I decide to retire-at-Decembers-End, I'll come with FIRE-like-an-emblem
fOR years in the game, I still desire-to-remember-them clearly, when it comes to dictating scriptures even KINGS-fear-me
I use to bring-SERIES so DOPE, I wrote in divergent dimensions, to disguise the invention of the STRING-theory
[Arvincible]
in an entrance of perception n perspective-see-i-speak, but nevertheless respectively-I-seek
to present my reputation n respect in expectations for my greatness the best-of-me-I-peak
and further levitate to heavens gate with elegance.. cuz im elevatin better in intelligence,
I never played second rate wit arrogance, but then its evident how devilish this level-is..
leather-slick. im a heada the better, but will i never be a veteran if im stoppin for a second-kid?
fuck that incredible irrelevance! im quick to have the baretta metal-click n watch the wetta-spit..
Murderous vendetta-shit, killin for routinely-habits, never any apologies when i mean-to-stab-it
the red beam gleamin-rapid when i squeeze-n-grab it cuz i "stay strapped" like Houdini-Jackets!
Many seen-the-magic, with steady-aim bitches get machetti-slain cuz im always ready-mayne
see ur buddy's glock put the bloody dots on ya like spaghetti-stains when i bring the heavy-rain
Cuz its just crazy n amazingly-smooth the way im escalatin faster than "inflation-wit-crude"
So if Satan's always fakin-n-rude than who am i to 'diss-guys' as if i was 'impersonatin-a-dude?'
[Ekoms]
An impersonation of worse-relations, thee original three.. not a third-replacement, a combination so we can merge-creations,
got me contemplatin every word-with-patience, more than a nurse-with-patients, i heal when i serve these herbs-with-rations,
medically my curse-is-ancient reversed-n-raisin the dead from the dirt-their-graves-in, preserved-invasions,
got these bodies burstin-pavements, but i got em' purged-in-basements, cuz i'm keepin it UNDERGROUND till this Earth-awakens,
i'm only hidden~..still~why~first-is-vacant, cuz i stay spittin~till~my~nerves-r-shaken, i'm a LIVING HELL like the BIRTH-OF-SATAN,
no church-for-prayin, my army of dead has an urge for verbs-of-hatin, but i'm not their puppet master..i'm just a surgeon-playin,
givin incisions to ya body dividin-a-section,a light search to find-imperfections, return their deadly SINS..~i'm~revivin-the-SEVEN,
almost like redesignin-inventions, BODY and MIND-in-a-presence, and SOULS floatin inbetween since~i've~divided-up-heaven,
but aside-from-wat's-mentioned, i've come to realise-my-intentions to impersonate one self is a disguised-intervention,
and these lies-of-deception will rise-in-a-second to tie-in-the-session, i bring death..i can't die-in-oppression, besides...-i'm-a-weapon
[complex]
I've always strived-for-perfection, a kurse, disguised-as-a-blessing, thats why-it-is-stressing, thinking outside-the-perception
E.G, the livest-connection, I come alive-in-this-session, I sin, but lie-in-confession, I put knifes-in-my-chest-and, the demise-of-a-legend
could arrive-in-a-second, I might not survive-the-infection, I realize-it-is-spreading, thats a metaphor for this dying-profession
that they took in a biased-direction, time for the surprise-resurrection, I'm the Messiah-of-texting, like Barack, I'm an inspiring-presense
LIVER-than-wrestling, I'm surprising-the-rest-with-thoughts to complex-to-spot, revising-the-lessons-taught, devising-a-second-plot
I am-a-weapon-unless-its-shot, than-I'm-a-wesson-that-gets-to-hot, which isn't a stretch-when-you-connect-the-dots
in-effect-I-am-the-best-to-drop, yet I don't get blessed-with-props, no reference cuz I'm real-with-the-message
I'm feeling-a-death-wish, on my head, I can't deal-with-the-hexes, I can't really-accept-it, all of this cuz I reinvent the wheel-like-the-lexus
they want to steal-my-successes, cuz i bring skill-to-this-text-shit,always coming more ill-than-expected, I'm WIRED-with-adrenaline
until I'm TIRED-of-the-PEN-again, and I decide to retire-at-Decembers-End, I'll come with FIRE-like-an-emblem
fOR years in the game, I still desire-to-remember-them clearly, when it comes to dictating scriptures even KINGS-fear-me
I use to bring-SERIES so DOPE, I wrote in divergent dimensions, to disguise the invention of the STRING-theory
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