Incredibly Slept On!
Brain matter, distinctly connect with cee’s head to increase the pieces that shed
Shattered, smattered, brave, bruised and battered our thoughts become modem and net
Binary codes is set, connect the loading sequence to make transfer possible
Superficial obstacles, antimatter and follicles, follow us cuz the answer’s diabolical
An uplink between mindwaves and signed saves in a rhyme interplay
Blizzak's thoughts twined with mine and external time stuck in the fade
you've been depraved within the pain of bad luck fitting the frame
forget forgivnes for spitting the same lame binaries and knitting deranged
spittage is strange, ones and zero’s, voices flanged into tracks in stereo
Can’t read but hear it yo, blizz and cee, we contain hacked serials
Destructive material, functions beyond computer age science
Commute pages with violence, transcripts of verses with reversed silence
Reemerged whenever divided, we are heard as a parallell to the horizon
We'll leave our earth with the conscious defience of life for my son
A psychic offence against a long defence by fortfied men in bretheren...
with their own ego leading their future futher and further ahead of them
Murder, murder by beheading men, setting in to capture arrogant brainwaves
Disc-crash, blizzak vs computer is a hardware mismatch so explain the takes
Insane mistakes, alphabetical main stakes, synthetic functions disturbed
Genetic junctions DNAlyzed, unrealized till seen through the cameras eye’s
Rather the despies and lies of a shaddered asign by the blind and mesmerized
In unity I stand tallest of all kind, I dig down my words that bless the skies
Lurking under the soil rooted in the best diguise, sub-inkpatterned addicts
Blending in with false recognition kept inside, our uplink isn't all mathematics
Acting static as if my soul froze, break captivities of beauty like a cold rose
Take it all back, through deciphered files and messages downloaded
Decoded, to find out the last notation that my soul is wounded
Never healed from tests and professors lectures and confused mess
Monitored frictions of fused breaths, faith in revolution's renewance
Deleted fractions by solicituded wepts of the solitude and its few friends
Seing care-taken beginings and abused ends. Will retribution have a technology?
Will we have viruses to stall its needs? Or will our intellect be our apology?
this was a nice drop...stay up
Yep, liked this deffinetly shud not be slept on.
YO this was nice Alot of vocab Nice...I was diggin it..Definately should not be slept on...
Both of you match up perfectly on this...