Heres one I made last night and I wanna know if I should even keep it, whuta' you think...... goes good if u spit it to the beat at www.soundclick.com/hifly **it'll just start playin when the page is opended
Im the holder and delivier of synical scriptures,
holdin' in a bitter itch to rape the kings misstriss/
catch a fuckin glimps Im like bear in the mist striving to be the diffrent,
to where as the necks of the next might as well give into it/
I write several bibles of lyrics as appearin in 3D,
castin emcees to dissapear like ya' spirit beneath me/
rappers are always fearin my pen cuz when Im decendin em',
my addrenalins leavin em' tremblin like an earthquake that dosent let up/
we're teachin em' every fuckin lesson invented,
its as painfull as its been in every ten launguiges I said it in/
Im sendin em' out dented with both knee caps fractured,
try to get away I shatter ya legs and run after ya/
so dont test with in a thirty foot raidus Im a nuculer bomb,
just a wave of my arm can causes the crack and downfall of any solad rock/
I can turn off all human existence in a second,
makein your flesh accept the effects of a severaily hot engin revin/
you see images and you reference em' as torture utencles,
its evidence that ya' death seems so slow it'll never ends/
I could leave the planet unrestless,
unclean like all directions have been infestin with infections/
only few get the messige if ya' brains got the levrige,
youd have to meditate for hours to enlight to my pressence/
cant noboy spit the shit that our level has hit/
the feeling is so heavenly you've only a second to tresure it/
my songs are armed with volts far more then electricity evolve in,
pickin em'off like marksmen with a started probblem to solve it/
devidein ya mind the second the bullet drives so finely,
like the demonic work of an exilent sniper is apart of me/
we show em the exit after we drasticly laugh at em' first,
attackin em' like cavity plaque and thats just the half of it/
adverbs aimed at your brain to make you step backwards,
every aftermath of my statics always endin with battle axes/
dont even ask about any facts er any actions you might of fatherd,
couse' Im back with the bite of a mutated rat/
my teeths dragin ya'last bits Im graphic,
I arouse from the ground Area 51 is my habbitat/
our lyrics could support any addicts habit,
we rip mics flowin through emcees like atlantics/
we sore in any storm we dont abort we coil it,
conduct more heat than the sun stand in the ocean and boil it/
