life is like a guillotine so to me its odd
picture me pacing on a portal smoking weed with god
look at jesus sulking in the background
marys in labour again but she dont like the rap sound
but she got no choice when shes in my presence
my good deeds go unnoticed and my sins cry vengence
im lyrical but you aint heard of the cycle
your rhymes only appear real like the words of the bible
i just dropped down from hell and fell on deaf ears
so i cut em open and constantly stress peers
take em way beyond their boiling points
the bad omens buried in my weed are spoiling joints
when im gone there'll be nothing physical left for me
except the deepest jewels from my lyrical legacy
my depression and my doom are daily but am i nervous? NEVER
dont delude ya self im one of the best to put these words together
i wrote this earlier on its the first verse ive wrote for three weeks ive had major writers block. ive been trying to get back to my animated but deeper rhymes. hit me with replies criticism wellcome but dont hate cause i think this is a dope verse.
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