http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtCFVyMMbhY
Tell me what you think.
lyrics:
Expect the destruction of time bomb letters and words
the flames burn, your hooked like worms, spit with stern verbs
I drop waves with a really powerful flow like titanic rotors
the schematics show words tied together with dynamic sulfur
the combustion explodes, jaw implodes, so I suppose
the flames will glow my face from the hole under my nose
I wondered and chose, now the result of my choice was here
the noise you hear is meant to touch the brain's hemispheres
the end is near, lyrical Armageddon, the real verses the fake
all the curses they take begin to start the murder at stake
time to awake, grab your lethal microphones, it's time to battle
my rhymes dismantle weak mandibles, and slaughter the cattle
I ride flows like saddles, with a hawks eye on my gridiron like Seattle
(Demon possessed laugh)
How excellent, this text is meant to burn wack MC excrement's
Now, next the scent is pulverized when the deadly voodoo hex is sent
who's next to vent?, I spent many days formulating and thinking
the blood of virgins I'm drinking, the mind of psycho's I'm speaking
grasp on weakling, the strong hand of power will devour and shower
your hours in blood, and with a dud you'll hear the ballistic bullet fire
insanity is an understatement, I begin to plan my replacements
in a basement, my mind encasement is trying my patience
rhyming with a flow that's ancient, with a chemical algorithm
the rhythm is superstition until the verbal bullets hit em
mental blocks, gentle locks, sentimental shots, a detrimental glock
elemental shocks, instrumentals knock, all from these fundamental spots
As I walk through my memories.....all I see is a barren sight covered in bloody footprints, and every step I take forward...I get pushed back. I see the light, but it's only temporary....light always dims away...
Before fools used pro tools my flow moved in the genome of whole grooves
my soul moved, my genes proved to be godlike and unable to remove
rhythm improved, and soon the elements of darkness delivered chaos
for a day off I have to slay soft MC's or else my need will be turned off
walkin' with a heavy cough, sickness to much for the body systems
a victim of false predictions and those who didn't bother to listen
the father of dissin lies in the chest cavity, it's everyone's heart
we all have inner Napoleon Bonaparte, we all can take over our art
from the start of mankind I was alive teaching cavemen how to write
and when I told them not to play with this fire, they did it out of spite
And as the blood stained footprints of my bleeding soul sketches the trail of agony, I look behind me with a sentimental grin. For I know these past and future tribulations are only temporary, and the sanctuary of death will be my guilty pleasure. A worthless existence is as painful as death itself