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he's on the titanic..
rising water, he panics,
opens his mouth,
breathes in water, it's so manic,
then he wakes up... he's flying,
he crashes, he's dieing,
it's the ninth of the eleventh,
forever they'll be crying,
Seven/Seven coming next,
he knows there's no exit,
he's dreaming in dreams and
it's becoming so hectic,
so he braces himself,
sit down, waits to die,
but when he does, it's so real,
poor sod just lost his life.
hullicinating, vision blurry and out of range
Clothes dotted with white powder stains
Sniffed it up, i dont really give a fuck
I do this shit, i just cant get enough
I need it, im addicted and fiend it
When i say im fiendin i really mean it
Im not seeing the bright side at all
If i continue this path than i might fall.
im rising like a phoenix from the ashes/
now im crashn from laughin/
at you rappers tryin to compete with the best/
il leave you dead like all the rest/
im fourteen but il crush ur dreams/
im like wayne with the rebirth/
but i make more than a young money concert/
now i got you jacked up like a virgins prom skirt
exxonflow will just let bombs go till napalms r scathin' hatas palms
my dick is way long, in all the pretty girl's pussy all day long
n there aint a day that id take off, see i be grindin like sparks
findin my marks- times are dark but i'll be findin nebodys heart
with a dart, n i toss their body in my shoppin cart
Lets try diz shit rite here...
Back when ya thought my name was notice
Loved to blow trees, it's a given we know this
Asthmatic on tracks with legendry flow hits
Expected to drop hard even if limericks
So I swag surfd my game and spread my name
If you ain't know me by now bitch ya ass is lame
Ya ass left maim, that's the least affect when I take aim
I'm a damn gargoyle a midnight creature
My flow doesn't sleep I could be ya teacher
Insomniatic in my rhymes I'm just none stop
Concepts out the ass got you screwd and chopd
Known as a dark horse kid I shit in ya pot
Infamous with my dick ya chick thinks I'm hot
So when I hit the stage no mistakes I rock
Fuck the games bout time to get serious
I put words together like I'm delirious
My train of thoughts spear attack ya mind
Lookd up to so much for my grind
Lets get diz shit poppin again txt fiends
yo, yo, lets make it pop like corn puffs
im tough, like a few days ago i was sored up
pour up your cup n get right, not left
not exed, cuz i promise to off-end
you, you be like a pussy, all pink n soft
i think i be the cause of his bodies rot
i keep my shotti hot around both barrels/
the chosen pharoah embellished in gold aparrel/
carryin a bow and arrow smashin thru bones and marrow/
pokin airholes-dont you dare pose../
for the cameras and try to stare,froze/
like a thug or sumthin-
u dont struggle for nuttin' i crumble percussion and snare tones/
that ridicious flow-all i need is the percise beat/
colder than ice,sleet underneath your your white sneaks/
gimme 5 weeks and i'll return a classic/
im nervous actin' till i put my words in action/
i stay having a cold so you know my verses matches/
hes a walking rhyme that only death can finish/
im the piece of paper storing all the thoughts the lead put in it/
ive been dead for minutes like im lost....
.................................and direction, im callin collect to get it/
failed to mention bout the stress from this falling of several minutes/
wish i didnt think your tape would eject in the jet
.........................................when i pulled the lever thats in it/
im cleverly witted like a butcher who sells a slice to his victim/
I refuse be the victim, you be the dog i be Michael Vick and
we settle it with the tips of our pens,
ink spreads sending color
words sting like rolling thunder
shattering your every whim with the wind
if want drama let Syn begin,
got ten broads like ya baby mama's best friends,
but remember karma always comes around in the end
back to start the trauma of anyone who crosses in
entering a dimension of tension straight stressing
lingering on the verge to surge disturbed depression
what are you guessing, a taught lesson?
nah school ain't in session until I commence my sentence
or your repentance
nobody will replay what Synista writes/
opposite of greatness like Sin-is-ta light/
i'll finish the mic.........
.............chew it up and spit it to shine/
so ahead of my time....
...like if i was in heaven with god/
only weapons the rod so this side of you better be gone/
unless you wanna blow up...
...like i switched the lightning setting to on/
I put my hands in the sand and pulled fire from the grain
you push ya plan but its bland like a flyer in the rain
soggy words, foggy terds are being dropped on ya hearse
no reverse, so much hurt, ya tears flow better than ya verse
you step to me and get stepped on like I just hit the stair master
your rep to me is nothing to fret my jaws are like a shark but faster
chomping along, breakin the strong, into pieces i shred em
call me Splinter when you see this dark demon beheading
a guillotine kind of rap, a magazine kind of scrap
a killing team type of slap across a teeth like plaque
Get back or get smacked, and a pistol you should pack
but even a beam at the scene still leaves Noble flat
damn
i'm doing a keystyle.. just to prove you can't beat my style
words like best or master, soon as i'm on the loose they must be redefined
i'm a fiend on the mic, like rakim, jus'a bit better
such a genius when i rhyme 'n flow like him, jus'a bit wetter
i'm fucking bored right now, sittin' here rollin' a cigarette
it's like i torture the crowd, spittin' and flowin' so sick on this track
i'm like.. controlling time and space, god of this mic and stage
you're not on time, misplaced all of your rhymes, you fail
I wanna leave your team something to talk about
so once I flee the scene let's see what's poppin at ya house
ya sister lookin fine, but ya momma can use a makeover
you dissed the cook of fire, so now i gotta takeover
your dad is smokin crack in the back of a lincoln
and i smell a girly's pussy stinking if i ain't mistaken
don't try, you'll lose badly, walk off lookin sad, see
i'm the type of cat to send you rats a batch of bad cheese
smile and say please as i feed you disease
my spit so sick you drop to your knees when i speak
bleedin and weak i have proceeded to weep
bout the evil i have sent you....
...............................to recieve in ya sleep
im a demon who freaks for no reason on beats
steaming to peak
with every sentence youve proceeded to speak
believe it is me,
to leave you weezing-heavin-fiendin for no reason
cause im steamin and careenin to your scene ta stop ya breathin
im oddly heated cause i aint tried to write for days
youre like a microwave the way the metal'll take ya life away