The rotten aroma of Death hovers above the battlefield of the ghastly Titans. Who bloodthirsty with rage await the bone chilling sound of hammers,swords, and bullets biting the skulls of a million warriors. A million warriors and a thousand warlords whose orders are to bring these 3 beastly painters of Death to their godforsaken knees. But retrospection has proven that it'll take far more than the ill will of men to contain beings whose weapons posses the sheer forces of Heaven and Hell combined. So let the games begin and the slaughtering commence.
Cronos
Under the light of Cronos, celebrating alone toasts
Half of a whole ghost ready to dispose souls
Visit your deceased dawgs, above the treetops
The Blade of Jihad make you want to see god
And bleed on, release bombs like Rusty Lungs
With violent tongues, then you might just run
Pitter patter, make a motherfucker wanna getcha after
The kid cadaver dipped in batter, your liver splatters
On a silver platter ... I take anything I adore a lot
Gored in parts, then raid your tomb like Laura Croft
So endure the lost, by finding a constellation
My monstrous faces that ruin your concentration
Your doctrines waiting, a reason to hold weight
Die a bold fate & see a story about you on cold case
Teaching new dogs the old ways, the true bang
Suzuki with a new brain, bicycle kicks like Liu Kang
With my group's slang, even a pillow fight is too scary
Hollering back when your jaw'll get snatchd by the Tooth Fairy
There is no way YOU hear me ... I've butted in muttering
Nothingness, like talking during a stuttering suffering
Basically I demean punks & shit, the meanest chumps & pricks
The wins I seem stomaching, I think your screens buffering
& your schemes bluffing when you try to find gold
I take your eyes & snap your spine with a blindfold
Nine holes, I'm unstoppable, pardoning the possible
Bombing 'til I got 'em, starting arson from the arsenal
I knock two or three, the earnest burning brought you to me
And I murder ya'll immunity during the perfect opportunity
Rusty Lungs
Consider the masses a syllable captured through ventricular actions,
Rendering classes resentful - remembering factions expecting sections of
Sentinels snatching emblems of ancestral passages ... embedding hysterical
Sensual captions listing inspections through madness of suggestions substrata
Planting professors of stature beneath tension and laughter, then mentioned
Disaster with weapons attack the confessions collapsing through excrement
Splashes from the Media's center of trash and this method of rapture
Blesses these actors of exceptional wackness resemble Ming an magic ...!
My mental brings meddling muddling demented beings into a state of
Pure sonnage hated for loving that you hate or love it cuz my style is
The greatest so fuck it! - I speak in a sudden cerebral combustion releasing
Redundant teaching from hundreds of leeches that sucked when my
Increase of pure wondrous, thesis and subjects conceded construction
Breaking easels destruction is evil liter consumption thus leaded to hunches
That people encompass beliefs that mean nothing so in speech SMO runs shit
Jihad Blade
Yo, I copped my master's thesis from rocking masterpieces
Born 2 millenniums after Jesus with the ability
To move crowds through Rap-kinesis
Now verbally I blast ass to pieces
But my nouns cover vaster regions
And my adjectives form factions with mass allegiance
Like Heaven's Gate I devastate states and continents
I meditate lyrically levitate weights with confidence
Mate vowels with consonants to give birth to words
Rain for 40 days and nights to immerse you herbs
In curse words and disperse the verbs
Yo touch my mic son and I'll rip your fuckin' arms loose
I'm ill enough to drink napalm and piss orange juice
My combinations bless the congregations who know the fact
Astrologists peep my verses written on constellations of zodiac
I'm a Leo but prefer technics when I select beats to blow
Yo peep the subliminal thoughts beneath the flow
You try to draw conclusions but your page is blank
My streams of consciousness'll flood ya fuckin' memory banks
Invoke the wrath of god for provoking this
I got choirs of seraphim as my backup vocalists
Yo I'm broke and pissed so I smack punks
Who pack guns with a bag of track runs
And jack they cash son; your wack actions yo kid
The shits played!!! You still trying drop science
When I dropped quantum physics the 5th Grade
The Art Of Death
Don't touch the mic cord of a sorta sordid Adonis
Who twist grills to death like morbid orthodontics
Scorch ebonics half the fat with a fourth the phonics
New idea birthers get force fed abortion tonics
Free word midgets I block bust for DreamWorks digits
Monolithic bomb status makes crew turf earth divots
Emphatic houser make rubble of you rabble rousers
Gather round yer world wide web rap battle browsers
To salute the founder, brigades stand at parade rest
Stop it cock blockers, I'm not making plays at safe sex
Place the safe bet on Roulette or play the Russian
Blow it up on bomb drums or grenade percussion
State your function, ensign, I can sense your tension
Withhold your bitchin' while I mention intervention
Put down the mic man stay off the rhyme
Or often times say nine out of nine it's coffin time
This is off the mind like a lobotomy and ought to be
The first marker on the charter ship to true artistry - Jihad Blade
Calm, the type to sin ... Who wants dram? I like to win
Gone, with alarms along the bombs of nitrogen
How you fighting them? you ain't perceived as veteran
Cronos be better than remedies for whatever is
These people dream of medicines, I'm the heathen exorcist
With deceiving cleverness between the wings of Pegasus
And deeds that damage waste are cuz he can manage hate
While your mind emancipates & your face decontaminates
In a vanished place, we can call it oblivion
And offer a billion with a common city spin
Can't stop my grittiness, you ain't got my pityness
Part of a witty prick, your just as odd as hideous
So continue ventilation, whatever you said is hating
Avoiding menstruation of being a mental patient
Hotter than a kettles placement, finished, ballistic
Precious incisions go through a precipitous meniscus
In depth for this shit, you haven't sinked to grasping
Latters leading attics, higher than the brink of madmen
Don't think of asking, I was never sad or aching
Past the metal plates & lacerations, my adaptation
Is a pat on the back and congratulations, you survived
& grew another personality that you never knew could die - Cronos
inspiration is nothing!
But what you make of it.
You feel Me?
Yes?
Hello?
A question?
Reflection
The Answer is This ...
In some flow there’s untold mysteries, which stand to exist
Through hands’n pure wit the pen can transmit, blissful scenes
Epiphanies…but my hands wouldn’t grip, the facts that remained
Strict…latched to my brain…sick,
Whip lashed, pissed at – faggots who claimed
A higher echelon of skill, when my knowledge rests upon a hill
That overlooks the Heaven's … essence, and flows into my will
Handing me suggestions, blesSIN’S … fuck those who couldn’t feel
The sociable appeal, of lessons left in sentence my poems reveal
Cuz every thought on the page is a plot full of rage …
Waiting to unfold a question ... a lesson
Your thought’s should obtain.
....
Think About It! - Rusty Lungs
These beast stand on top of the mountain with no skulls left to bash. The Hammers and swords from warlords did little damage to nor dented the armor of these mighty Titans. Pools of blood flood the streams of rivers by, soon to be littered with oceans of body parts from slain armies. How dare these miniscule mortals with their meek and feeble legions think they can cage the RAGE of GODS!!! FOOLS indeed they ARE!!!And fools indeed they'll be, as the float down the canal of the Ferry Man with eye tokens to pay their way. Just another day of bloodshed and carnage for these violent morbid artiest whom use the treats of the battlefield to paint their Art of Death.
Cronos = Boberric Lyrics
Jihad Blade = LedgenZ
Rusty Lungs = H. Notik
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