[tRiLL]
Switching panel channels with melted candles
Burning down the mantle so I’ll man handle this
Strangle mist until I see the clear progression you’ll
Hear aggression mentioned by pension tension senior
Citizen comprehension minor’s sitting in detention mine
Is pitying Benson while the hedges burn my edges ink
Wasted pages as writers travel through different stages
Burst into rage-n in every occasion blow down the radio
Station with the static acrobatic lifestyle’s automatic
I also had it with these faggots telling tragic magic drastic
Stories that bore me & while I speak my mind they ignore me
This is local cats like Morgan and Corey always with their
Imaginary jury theory filling my mind with fury enraging
The beast with in so I begin again without a friend having
To pretend to be near the end near the trend fear the stems
Of the plantation in this bad nation millions of children left
In buildings with no brethren this famine is spreading heading
So I’m mic checking to see if my words have any real meaning
Or am I just cleaning my interior claiming to be some one superior
To the average media commercial rapping bacteria with a Timberlake
Loose changed Mary rhymes don’t vary clarify the butter why stutter
Repetitive chorus rhyme scheme of a cheerleader team spelling and telling
Every word separately discouraging individuality and mental creativity
Bought down with personal negativity so positively they are
A head of me with a pedigree degree in archeology to dig up
Archives of our wives from the future seek my computer to
Tutor my mind for adaptation of this distant location and
What am I facing a genre of hip hop with 90% cocasions.
[.:Emotion:.] Emotion=Treach
If there was but a inch of shadow for every bullet cast into flesh,
Eternal darkness, the shade would eternally cover Bangladesh,
A titan of a shadow, raised inch by inch by each and every sin,
That rose higher walking past the homeless man next to the bin,
A sin eclipse, That could be solved by simple things like you’re lips,
Disregarding peoples life's just to spend money on you’re whips,
The shadow grows day by day soon it will block out the universe,
Ancient and modern mans curse, They have no need to rehearse,
Flows out a flower, Till the big-bang mishaps and the stars shower,
Devils work being applauded, Mans dirty laundry is being laundered,
Rewarded, A trap fallin into constantly, and so where reminded constantly,
The devils mocking-the people on earth seem to be constantly shocking me,
Shades mightier than the sun, No need to fight because evils already one,
Erase the senseless, praise the evil, have me thinking what an attitude,
Nice people are considered the people who are only rude, No mood,
Silhouettes of shadow, silhouettes of evil, the biscuits there without the weevil,
Hope strangled by desire, The common man ruined by the common liar,
Happiness retires, Too old its just a thing of the past, It fades fast,
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