Freestyle - Turned Script

[complexity]

Just freestyling...

I'm the deepest prophet, fuck your myths & your strives
your politics, the man who sits in the sky
you call it greater knowledge, you depict him as wise
I'll play the psychologist, you're addicted to lies
I was never mystified by this shit, it was sick, I missed the vibe
when it hit, i realize when i spit, people theorize that I'm pissed
I look at the world through clear eyes, without myst, fear lies in my mitts
I let my tears fall by the near side of my hips
my parents are religious, they believe Jesus was crucified
into bits, so I have distant ties to this bitch
but the only way I'm praying is if I'm hypnotized
then after I'm slitting my wrists
listen why, these Christians lie, as if, we worship to this fictious spy
the sins we committ, will be stripped, we'll be dignified, convicts will be civilized
I give credit to the original tribes that came up with these bullshit biblical guides to control individuals lives
we take this shit literal, are you kidding me, live a little, if your surgeon tries to circumcise
a perfect virgin guy for no purpose, besides because earth is Gods surface and we are here to worship
and give him service
don't murder this dick, make him nervous, be terse, shout out verses and fill in em with curses
if he believes that Jesus was sacrificed, then smack him twice as hard as I smash this mic
be passive, besides if this bastard fights then react faster than satellites from Nasa might
before they crash in flights, when disaster strikes, have him pass the knife, then slash and slice
at him, I'm joking, the rapture will save him, the faster ur blazing joints with convicted pastors
who happened to rape men, satan & every bastard jamaican
who smoked crack in a basement, I've seen that, so I'm backing that statement
I'm not a racist, I was passed information that every faction of hatians and half of jamaicans
will be going to hell, if you practice masturbation, then you have to go in as well
if you back an invasion then you should throw in yourself
knowing myself, I've broken every omen, a rebel, God hates me, I wasn't choose for nothing
lately, I've been holy fuckin every girl with a hole to fuck in, I'm a soulless glutton
drove to lusting,the roads are dusty, I'm rolling lucky, getting these hoes to fuck me, blow and suck me
the flow is musty, the raps are clean unlike the magazines I had as a teen
I'm past extreme, vaseline, a bag of cream, equals an acid dream
that can only be seen through a vacuum of narcotics and weed
how else could i be this godless MC, probably, if stallin was me
I would have let Trotskyite win, then toppled him
obviously my philosophy is not to sin, I'm a good man, I should move to washington
get involved in politics, they want to diminish satan, and I'm his greatest imitation
his best accomplishment, i should work for the Obama administration,
administrating the death drugs to this finished nation
eliminating all those who discriminated against immigration, I'll start in Texas then move to Tennessee
Change the name of Fox News to MSNBC then when we see its true identity
I'll promote al qaeda music videos and send them free to MTV
with more obscenity than ten of me, whats worst is when I spit this shit
its ridiculous, but these sick ass kids, love my wit and how I rip adlibs
you wish I didn't exist like Obama's birth certificate, I'm here to stay so steer clear away
I had the baddest day, I went to a mattinay with a faggot gay just to go against all your catholic ways
sit back and pray, give me remorse, horse men supporting a course on abortion
taking the guns of sports men, stealing your fortunes and most important, taking your porche for a spin
torching the engine
on the fork in the road, breaking the suspension
forcing the torque to explode, I'm an addict with tension
brag for attention, left my principle stabbed in detention just for having to mention
that I should have some redemption, I'm just sitting back and I'm venting
I'll admit, I didn't become a socialist until the democratic convention
can you imagine, I was chilling with ruckus just spitting a key, 1 bar turned to 2? then I was sitting on three
five turned to eight, seven was next
passed ten, and went to eleven, around twelve I had sex, today, I'd be in jail
with those bars, a felon no less
as developing breasts, fell from her chest, I landed on thirteen, I'm not telling the rest
fifteen it was cool, sixteen was the jewl, seventeen I felt like knew
cruised in the lot, eighteen, I got to cruise
nineteen, I loved the house, 20 I, saw the view
21, I bought it too
I'm, having a rendezvous with destiny, I know you want too, I'll spit the rhyme fast
cuz the rest is just stress off my chest, no triple bypass

-- Sat Aug 22, 2009 6:10 am --

I know the structure is way off, and there is some major things wrong. I'm just trying to stay active.

[-MenaCe-]

Shyt was ill for a freestyle...

Good Shit Plex


8/10

[Lawgix]

woooooooow i wanna fuckin collab damnit!