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more freestyle from the most demented mind...

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Guest BLINK_evryda

For my time being

I release what I am seeing

Through harmonious metaphors

That open heavy locked lead doors

for what imp worth im nothing to be

Nothing to see

I feel chains but im free

Inside is the shattered voice built upon atrophy

An interregnum of epiphany

I shine with the spite of failure

I twist all the words that you infer

Those in charge are quick to to enthrall the masses

Enforced thought through televisioned classes

But let me digress

And explain to you the state of this mess

I know you have seen the false fortified fried feelings

Of the young youth who follow any shadow of a truth

Quick to respond like cavalry

But quick to ignore the actuality of reality

You were at one time when you doused in grime

In public educational institutional actualities

You followed or fell into distributional casualties

But privated or publiced we have all been tricked

 

So Mr. president encarante cremate

And decide the free worlds fate

Know that some wont fall victim to what we can't emancipate

 

In the bohemian grove they cook the American public in their despotic stove

If you heard right its no use to put up any fight

But with this pen and my voice ill make things right

What spider's webs they weave aren't that tight

I proudly wear my blue collar

And those of you alike raise your hands and holler

The rich get richer the poor get lower

The intelligence of the public is getting slower

Try to police me my peeps or this state

And find your self knock, knocking on heavens gate

One must pay close attention

And see through all the tension

Im still alive and to all my final destinations Ill arrive

You cant knock the hustle or the lives that were living

We are strong enough to kill the opposition

To spite all powers among us is my mission

So through many types of crime I make a transition

So well rounded

So Step to this and get pounded

Im one-hundred percent bent on the artisitic forms of criminal intent

From beat dropping to record swapping

Poetry in motion from examples built on social corrosion

Grafitti cans sprayed while you sleep

What the powers sow we will reep

And that's the final word no matter what you heard

 

So once again incarnate cremate

Weave the webs of the free worlds fate

And go ahead cremate care

but your own soul you cant even bare

 

So Mr. president encarante cremate

And decide the free worlds fate

Know that some wont fall victim to what we can't emancipate

 

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there you go

have fun ripping this apart vultures

 

love you guys much, NOT!!!

ahahahaaa

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Guest BLINK_evryda

just like that im come back darker than black

im whacker than a bust ass cracker from laffeyette and you can bet

you metta recta teck

you see i spill words onto this stolen microphone ima whack mc who stands all alone

you beat jack so much you need that posse

cause you'll get shot for being flossy

and trying to act mob bossy

but your not

and you call it pot

you dont thin a whole lot

so on this subject you might reflect but i detect that in the end youll be a washed up reject

your name is cheap ass fake fried producer

beat abuser

closet crack user

ill hang you with your fake ice

video tape it then give you lice

you see i rime to kill time

that means your style aint worth beans

i eat sleep breathe and dream in hop hop

then i eat sleep an shit upon pop crop

while you eat sleep and shit a flop

you cant handle real music

whats real to you is a trick

turned for less than a tenth of a cent

oh im sorry being fake wasnt the original intent

no doubt youre just another sell out

so get up and GET OUT

my knowledge flows like a broken spout

dont get me wrong and dont get it twisted

for if you do expect to get fisted

directly to your face

like square solo baric base

I'll win this race

From now till eternity

This is the words of a dead em ceeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

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