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Words Diseased
I'm centralized around intelligent design that inspire my rhymes to take control of the concept we call time, if your stuck back in the primitive mind then you waste your life like the rest of mankind, we're not here cause of god or the big bang, we were left behind by those who already came, with identical bodies but ten percent the brain, and were the only ones who we can blame, cause some fagget back in the day decided to use their names, written in a book we call the bible just to gain some fame, it was the mind of the feeble who were driven insane, once they realized it was corrupt just like this rap game, it was all about the power trying to make you erupt, doing everything they can before you say its enough. Are you ready for the war I'm about to bring, I'll show up undetected like a spiders swing, with a deadly bite I'm ready to strike, if you aint got the balls then take a hike cause I'm here for life, if your down for the war I'ma f*** your wife, cause my words made it down in history, leaving you burnt in the third degree, are you ready to drop down and bow on your knees, or are you waiting for my words to leave you diseased? I know their ill but you got it misunderstood, if my words could kill then I'm sure they would, I'm a magician and scribe so get it right, the words flow out but do what I decide cause I control my rhymes, when I let them go loose I enjoy the ride, while you try to hide, but I gotthe sight of a falcons iris, I can seek you out and make you riot, the sounds from my rap will attract the sirens but I'll be gone without having to sprint, Ill leave the scene without any fingerprints, in the same f*** ing manner I sell my lids, to all these kids, acting like its an auction trying to bid.
So lets get it straight, I don't walk around with a strap, that sh** s wack, I walk around the bars lookin for what beers on tap, gettin kicked out the bar cause of some white chicks trap, but f*** that, I'll make a fool of myself and I'll still be back, with a wickid track that leaves some poor sap believin my facts, I'm laughin at him right now as I sell him a sack, in my assless chaps and a baseball cap, if you figured it out you'd stop paying a tax, but f*** that, your paying for my habit of smoking wax, did you even realize I changed the track? I started out baggin on religion even though I'm Wiccan, cause most people take it too far when they turn to christian, If I want to leave you dead I'll attack with music, if you try to get in my head then you'll start loose it, if you havent figured it out then your probably clueless, I'll give you a chance to pull out that old bag of tricks, foretell my future with those bones and sticks, but when it says your dead, I don't wanna hear you scream like I did your chick, two weekends ago when I gave her my dick, she was beggin for more but I said I was sick, til she said the magic words "do you want some head?" next thing I knew I was back in your bed
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