Destruction

by **MC Anonymous** » Nov 27th, '08, 03:10

The first verse was a keystyle, LOL. I liked it so I decided to make it into a song.
(changed title to destruction)

Lyrically I'm on top of the pile, the type of dude that'll pop pills for miles
while juggling alcoholic beverages and leaving hidden messages in freestyles
horrific statistics reveal characteristics of down syndrome in academics
anyone who says I'm wack I'll just smack those critics and crack there spirits
when you see the fist and hear it coming the fear starts drumming
and your gunning faster then a cowboy without the stunting
my delivery stays fresh,
covered in platinum that looks like a gray mesh,
anyone who wants to start drillin me lyrically must overcome my superiority
before the entity readily attacks you kinetically
these rhymes are absurd right?
am I the only one wording these words right? is my verse tight?
of course it is! rhyming from 12am to 12pm I start to see them
the wack MC's who want freedom so they start to treason
as I avoid reason and commit bloodshed, it's so pleasin'
my mind's matrix is uncrackable, breaking all the wack mandibles like a crack animal
attack Hannibal and eat that motherfucker, now who's the real cannibal?

As I proceed to beat you with a cleat shoe to show you how an elite do
I'll eat you then chop off your legs to really defeat you
look how this beat moves around my thin veins as I cry in pain
you can try in vain but you fail to save me, I'm insane
wrapped with a diamond chain, unbreakable, inescapable
capable to be relinquished as my mean wish becomes unstable
stabbing myself with fun staples the gun's able to penetrate
then with hate I tear off my flesh as I've already been irate
my slate is filled with leeches, my toungue is like sandy beaches
and when I drink the brandy's speeches preaches words in a way that Satan teaches
I see this, to my eyes it's blasphemous, infamous for it's attacks
what my thoughts lack I brought back, gathered arms, and fought back
what I sought after brought laughter to those who don't understand
as I under hand a throw of knowledge to the underground like they under land
A masterpiece in the making, creating faster pieces to the never ending puzzle
I end this knowing my mouth will never be in a muzzle.

Website · by **Solace** » Nov 27th, '08, 03:14

Both were sick man, just dont see how it relates to the title Never Say Die, but sick nevertheless. Keep it up man, dominating the creative writing section atm!