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Versathyle is arragont fool from a line up of terrorist poets called PHALANX.
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#129,259 today
Peak #897
#12,583 in subgenre
Peak #79
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November 25, 2005
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Lyrics
Verse 1
I rest my pen down and ressurect my every words
Puncture your flows and smile when u splatter blood
My rhymes are from above straight up to your chest plate
The only free-flow you'll have is when i severe your head
Now be amazed,i deliver with such relevent technique
Im Versathyle,im the only passage to all of the tactics
sniff gunpowders and make my lines the most murderous
stealing shows and known as the famous stage burglars
Most trechoruous,venture skills with no talents
Carry death causes and walk around with no balance
Shits too nice,too beautiful and its not about her
I fuck pussy rhymes and become the hip hop Hugh Hefner
I just ripped the truth off..now you better believe us
the illest,my lyrics are always felt everywhere like diseases
I packed my reasons up..and got it delivered
the Pope is dead and now yall think that this shit is religious
Verse 2
Impulsive lines,dropping tracks that are ready to blow
explosive features in my rhymes and ill trigger on flow
De-vote my role..i dont need any kind of politics
I keep my bar high like im the drug to the nacrotics
Not word perfect,were just a bunch of teenagers
That produce clean hits while standing next to bloody images
Most devious like im the magic in David Blaine
Wack MC's can drop lines while i drop burning chains
I dont feel any pain cause i made peace with my nerves
My words are blood,i came from the ground not from above
My lines are curves,dont drop against me,you will shatter
A killer,i strangle wack rappers with chain letters
Complex,my rhymes are like reading from a bar-code
Now i bring a better revolution than Donnie-Darko
Im way ahead you,you could never take this back
your so ill you get cancer by just watching ciggarate ad's
Verse 3
Eliminate flaws,drop my rhymes from the twin towers
Unsecure,now rappers are so unsafe like Colin Powell
I choreograph the devils,while to do their dances
Im too ill im the only force in Axle Rose's cancer
A verbal dancer,deadly like Che Guearra in the 70's
Im the war,the destruction,in every army's legacy
Step into the blueprint and coming healthy into musics
Now choose it,there's only one note in the acoustics
Ressurecting chapters written in pain,thats my-kind
Im insane,my intelligence are swaped from Ein-stein
Riding beats,hearts fires when i televise my movements
My music's a minor entertainment,with a major revolution
Now kill yourself,before i run trough the evidence
Im more insane than John Wilkes when he killed the president
Even if you adapt some senses,you will still be meaningless
Imma wreck your emotions,so now,you'll be feeling-us
written by:Versathyle.
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