Psalms 20:10
Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 12:56 pm
I apologize for the verse that was "The Battle's Never Over".
I'm more advanced than the weapons used in foreign lands/
textcee that vicariously lives through a mic like Jordan fans/
Suicidal genius, these types of prose inspired Jesus/
mega maniacal pieces, blow a hole through your entire thesis/
no control, subzero temperatures, a hero to my mentors/
the serious flow is all I have to show to my lyrical contenders/
words can't describe the emperor, rhymes are a mind adventure/
scribes identity the lines from the sky that divide the center/
push aside the vibe inside of the room when I decide to enter/
I have more pryde than the wisest member of a tribe in Kenya/
quick to maneuver through the lanes, I could sit in a cruiser/
I'd rather see the view from a plane, taking a trip to bermuda/
but sick of computers, drinking from a fifth, I'm a liquor abuser/
that always stays on the side of factz like mickey's producers/
commit like a buddah - scripts writ like I was a man of the future/
only way I see-an-n to my career, is if I replace Anderson Cooper/
Psalms 21:10:/
got the game in palm/
until the 2010 ends/
shedding the weak/
saving the strong/
until the day that I'm gone/
The words that I'm spitting are clicking with zipping verbal precision/
breaking through commercial restriction is my personal mission/
the gain is worth the affliction, disagree with a verse that is written/
you'll get a-xes through your face like a security system/
I'd be perfectly smitten to address all MC's it would be a great honor/
they'll see their face-in the times like the Christmas Day bomber/
you don't have to wait longer, I think you suck, I'm a hate monger/
we'll see Pryde vanish like Karl Rove embarrassed by his gay father/
I'm a great scholar of writtens, more than that I'm a man of ego/
I don't lay down for politics, at the same time, I don't stand for people/
these incredible hands are lethal, and all my future plans are evil/
we don't have to go into the distant-pass, we'll throw back, Dan Marino/
the warriors clash, I'm cutting down trees on my victorious path/
its like recording a track with a sample, I'm importing to rap/
more than just that, MC's can't believe where I'm metaphorically at/
cuz even the way they bite into oreo snack is choreographed/
Psalms 21:10:/
got the game in palm/
until the 2010 ends/
shedding the weak/
saving the strong/
until the day that I'm gone/
I've got a childish innocence, I promise my style is gimmickless/
Maybe it was wild coincidence, when we reconciled our differences/
I filed a whole new pile of incidents like violent immigrants/
so many rivals, and written bits, I was liable to flip with scripts/
another nice written was enemite, knew that I was smart and strong/
well that's partly wrong, I wasn't muslim, but I martyred-dom/
never made a party song, still had the skill but my heart was gone/
this march was long, now I'm back to finish what I started on/
I created this mess, took a break because I fucking hated to text/
placing my bets, that I'm still embraced as the gravest of threats/
one of my greatest regrets, is the days when I was blazing the vets/
I didn't save my flow in a tub, so today I could just bathe in success/
hate on complex, I didn't invent rapping, and I'm not taking the credit/
writing maybe fetish, but its not how I flow, its the way that i edit/
the game is pathetic, while I'm a lexus, because I ride with the turns/
as far as my drive is concerned, the masters are coming, tiger returns/
I'm more advanced than the weapons used in foreign lands/
textcee that vicariously lives through a mic like Jordan fans/
Suicidal genius, these types of prose inspired Jesus/
mega maniacal pieces, blow a hole through your entire thesis/
no control, subzero temperatures, a hero to my mentors/
the serious flow is all I have to show to my lyrical contenders/
words can't describe the emperor, rhymes are a mind adventure/
scribes identity the lines from the sky that divide the center/
push aside the vibe inside of the room when I decide to enter/
I have more pryde than the wisest member of a tribe in Kenya/
quick to maneuver through the lanes, I could sit in a cruiser/
I'd rather see the view from a plane, taking a trip to bermuda/
but sick of computers, drinking from a fifth, I'm a liquor abuser/
that always stays on the side of factz like mickey's producers/
commit like a buddah - scripts writ like I was a man of the future/
only way I see-an-n to my career, is if I replace Anderson Cooper/
Psalms 21:10:/
got the game in palm/
until the 2010 ends/
shedding the weak/
saving the strong/
until the day that I'm gone/
The words that I'm spitting are clicking with zipping verbal precision/
breaking through commercial restriction is my personal mission/
the gain is worth the affliction, disagree with a verse that is written/
you'll get a-xes through your face like a security system/
I'd be perfectly smitten to address all MC's it would be a great honor/
they'll see their face-in the times like the Christmas Day bomber/
you don't have to wait longer, I think you suck, I'm a hate monger/
we'll see Pryde vanish like Karl Rove embarrassed by his gay father/
I'm a great scholar of writtens, more than that I'm a man of ego/
I don't lay down for politics, at the same time, I don't stand for people/
these incredible hands are lethal, and all my future plans are evil/
we don't have to go into the distant-pass, we'll throw back, Dan Marino/
the warriors clash, I'm cutting down trees on my victorious path/
its like recording a track with a sample, I'm importing to rap/
more than just that, MC's can't believe where I'm metaphorically at/
cuz even the way they bite into oreo snack is choreographed/
Psalms 21:10:/
got the game in palm/
until the 2010 ends/
shedding the weak/
saving the strong/
until the day that I'm gone/
I've got a childish innocence, I promise my style is gimmickless/
Maybe it was wild coincidence, when we reconciled our differences/
I filed a whole new pile of incidents like violent immigrants/
so many rivals, and written bits, I was liable to flip with scripts/
another nice written was enemite, knew that I was smart and strong/
well that's partly wrong, I wasn't muslim, but I martyred-dom/
never made a party song, still had the skill but my heart was gone/
this march was long, now I'm back to finish what I started on/
I created this mess, took a break because I fucking hated to text/
placing my bets, that I'm still embraced as the gravest of threats/
one of my greatest regrets, is the days when I was blazing the vets/
I didn't save my flow in a tub, so today I could just bathe in success/
hate on complex, I didn't invent rapping, and I'm not taking the credit/
writing maybe fetish, but its not how I flow, its the way that i edit/
the game is pathetic, while I'm a lexus, because I ride with the turns/
as far as my drive is concerned, the masters are coming, tiger returns/