Elevation of Style and Thoughts!
Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 4:35 am
<Intro>
“Look down at me and you see a fool;
look up at me and you see a god;
look straight at me and you see yourself”
“I can't judge any of you.
I have no malice against you and no ribbons for you.
But I think that it is high time
that you all start looking at yourselves,
and judging the lie that you live in.”
“Believe me, if I started murdering people…
there'd be none of you left!”
- Charles Manson -
<Chorus>
Im a son of anarchy,
The blasphemy iz perceived inside me.
Ride beside me,
our destiny's where Christ be
<Verse 1>
Vets,
With humility, I besiege U. To read this rap about emotions.
Where students preach and lessons learned gain focus!
My Statistical Manual of mental disorder's vexed,
...I got delusions of grandeur and a messiah complex.
Hexed, my rhymes will shine...timeless cries!
Undefined crimes outlined...prayless shrines.
Def and fam's from 'Underworld', displayin signature roars in time.
Definitely demonic, a direct descendant of the purest 'Corvinus lines'.
Beatin you down with blunt objects, your 'face'll crack the pipe'.
Heat and sound, but fuck text, my taste's an insatiable appetite.
Pure ponds and pebbles, Def's demons ripple on the cellular level.
Core hounds and devils, a sight frightful like Michael the Archangel.
Like Crooked I, "I was raised on that 2Pac, 'HIT EM UP', Shit!"
Bust shit, While most Gangsta rap iz just pure shit!
Def's still 'init', still waitin 4 that Doc-DRE Detox shit.
Lick shots, bitch. Def will transcend Bloods N Crips!
My specs see crimson text, spitted complex in hell's rubix.
Cosmic motion and cataclysmic devotion is such a nuisance.
<Chorus>
Im a son of anarchy,
The blasphemy iz perceived inside me.
Ride beside me,
our destiny's where Christ be
<Verse 2>
Da AK47's equipped, operatin wit rotatin bolt action,
and a kickback gas re-action 4 the cartridge ejection.
Def's a spittin sensation, puttin AIDS in your chicken nuggets.
He'll cause a ruckus and use your womans ass as a finger puppet.
Straight 'KerPlunk'-it! Bitch'll love that sin she'll covet.
The sickest sex or blades'll cut-IT! Step, then rip it.
Eject and treat her neck to 'Post-Bobbittised Punishments'!
Ill "Flick My Bic" and spit realistic traction to smash hits.
Then U'll stick this writ in sections for fantastic classics!
See, Im a fuckin heretic. Fuck simplistic spits, barrel and blue mist!
Rather be sippin liquor on top of stacks, the terror of truth fits!
The grammatical cannibal is back, with incredibly spammable testicles.
A little more rhyme and poetically charged unforgettable quotables.
I'm so glad but tired, I got class and rhymes designed never to expire.
My vo-cab's on fire! Ill call hoes cabs after a desire 2 fuck her
<Chorus>
Im a son of anarchy,
The blasphemy iz perceived inside me.
Ride beside me,
our destiny's where Christ be
<Verse 3>
I got a "dead a nigga' fetish N a Dons grill the size on a Megalodon
By mega-phone, I'll spit a bread and butter triggered mental, alone!
Been in mor battles and wars then hookers have gentile warts
Civilians assemble in courts, discussin the incredible parts
Crashed a post, concrete under feet, jumped a fence.
Avoid a scopes lense! Cops'll pull U over if you’re Black in a Benz.
The Predators triple beam protecting triple-beams seems a crazy scheme
To make mainstream, U gotta feel the ghettos obscene pain seen,
Drinkin pitchers of draft, leavin pregnant bitchs kids prenatal skull caps.
Im all about that! Bitch, gave birth on floor mats.
Take this whore...it's Prozac!
Christ, guys. No lies. I wont save your life, I aint TI!
I'll Leave U alone in Chilies mines, blind and obsessed with time.
<Outro>
"Hate the sin, love the sinner."
"Happiness is when what you think, what you say,
and what you do are in harmony."
"In the attitude of silence
the soul finds the path in a clearer light,
and what is elusive and deceptive
resolves itself into crystal clearness.
Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth."
- Mahatma Gandhi -