Script of the God ( verse 1 )
Verse 1
I burst, on the first verse, perverse-thinking,
seeking the worse, it hurts speaking these words ,
I spurt metaphoric curse on your turf ,
I lurk on your disturbed mental, mind spitting so much lyrics I thirst ,
I verbally , defeat you, you heard of me ,
I virtually, displaced your spliced minimal cells into misery,
scientific eyes looking curiously ,
wondering were I summon such a furious tendency to murder ,
go menace and kill an enemy ,
I preside to blind,
a mentally fine though in your brain,
with lyrical shine , I give chills to spines ,
like a certain speck in the ground
im hard to find ,
my mind is thinking so fast,
im leaving the past behind time,
im destined to be a legend,
something to spark up, all yall mentals,
my style is heart stopping like clogged up heart vessels ,
im stationary but kinetic force got me in motion ,
killing many as I past threw ,
contagious like flue without a remedy- potion ,
im so ever full field,
with the things that I build,
flow, style and sickness,
man I just go for the kill,
Hook
I live in a world,
where it feels all its elements are against me ,
I am the darkness of the night,
until the ray of the sun fades me ,
im so ill from this every day thoughts,
your saying there’s a point in life
but all I am really seeing is dots
I will never rest in peace,
until I stop this heart that beats
good and evil
I feel like my mind is where the beauty meets the beast ,
im dying inside, luck is just a tease ,
I feel like life is door, and there is no key
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