Hark The Angel Evermore .... [i'm Out Of My Coma]
I figured you would pay me some attention...
If I QUiT fugginround and posted some lyrics
Pleace allow me to say
prepare to be amazed
Vigilante justice.../ I cock back and simplify factions to just-us/
36 chambers as the wheel spins to inact dust.../ Oh bloodlust.../
Suck lead to dust.../ With penetration of alchohol to lips of lush/
I since no Disturbance.../ “Abolished” from the fertile crust/
100 hand touch.../ knifehand strikes inverted at fingertip thrust/
My testament to those scorned.../ The thought homogenous/
Mos-Def dumb and blind vets see.../ Upkeeping titles: netcee/
Twas the i-net sea.../ “site” where flow caught origionally/
The ughh conglomerate the locale where sick lines caught disease/
No Visine will help you see clearly.../ On the brink of hypocrisy.../
you all are on the brink about to find drink.../ Virtuoso of insanity.../
40 winks and bein “real(audio)” doesn’t keep you at chain-length/
Son poppin yang like his dick size was his wavelength.../ hot air/
Tellin son to bust his guns...slang ridden.../ “Zip ya fuckin pants up”/
Some overdub vocals.../ Juiced in the system as if local.../
Find the common peroneal and strike swift...behold broken totems/
The stormatory.../ Pre-madonnas with knife wounds through material/
Bloody sheets and out the ear lobe.../ Spit malady rookin’ venerial/
Thought you couldn’t get caught/ Now every cough the equinox.../
Head in the clouds...brought to earth.../ Exit the choppin’ block.../
With ya rocks off/ Body spread eagle inside the condor’s loft/
Hark the Raven...”nevermore”...(the crowd scoffs)--Every head bowed--
Every eye closed.../ As the uligy quotes the fam splits the green notes/
Black Sunday leads to Blue Monday morn.../ The corpis lies forlorned/
Crippled Blood Obstucted the air ducts as acid fluxes.../ Clutch.../
Carcass formaldiHIDES due to skin thick logic...just not TOUGH ENOUGH/
Shatter quotes.../ Blacked from the flames like payed car notes/
Phatter then 70’s fros/ Don’t expect to ‘wake’ when eyes close/
DJ spit silly spin off beat...Kraze E. kuJo.../ Stasis is still psuedo/
Decapitated at my tounge aka the 100 bar rush razor bushido.../
Slick mafia warfare off the top...cousin guido/ Keep format tight...
Like a Baywatch speedo/ This is it!!/ Exit wounds at a transient/
Harpsichord vibrant ratios close eyes funerals.../ (funeral?????)...
Life in it’sexistance pre-requisitioned my roman numeral/ Doom/
As tears boom along the outer limits of my confines/ *Sighs*
Rain drops shodows and shouts of terror of those in my circle...
reply/ My ethernal sleep the summons.../ Exit my circumference/
I deforestate and plant the seeds in relative action...trunctuate...
Earth tones as my hybrid releases it’s pharemones...cloned.......
*As I reach my goal my lungs bellow a small moan*
--I am home--
--Hark the angel evermore--
we need to work together...peace
oh , i thought immortal or enlights addded u or some shit cause mmd left..word..
since when were u in acquired elements?
Been a second Arch...But I'm still feel'n you kat...
£. (You brought it on this one.)
"40 winks and bein “real(audio)” doesn’t keep you at chain-length/
Son poppin yang like his dick size was his wavelength.../ hot air/"...
tight Arch tight...
nice drop..... was indepth...liked the wordplay... stay up