Eclectic, ethereal, majestic, imperial. Piscarian and Leo, respectively
I can't be bested. But the Lord has sent black devils, to test me with evil
But I test them both, especially as I'm meant to be real, so...
So, so dense and so heavy - 300,000, 070 kilos
People say they're real, but none of you Israeli
Even if ya'll are from Tel Aviv
The one who enemies fear most, F-boys wanna F with me
They'll soon find out they can't F with this G, though
Positions don't mean shit, couldn't care less if you're first
They can switch, so readily. Goodfellas, for example. Joe Pesci, Deniro
''Flow is dope; ill and sublime. Celestial energy aligned with meridian lines.
A king in his prime, but haunted by ghosts of Pharoahs, in Namibian shrines''
Not turning this into a comedy roast, but son, that's so you.
Reptitive, typical. Topical, not at all tropical. Simply stationary, vehicular rhymes
I mean, the engine is running, the oars are rowing
But you're just resting in swimming pools.
Must be silly if you think that the water in a pond is flowing
And God is going, "You're embarrassing me!"
Quantum vs Disciple, but not just him.. got shots for various rivals.
Taking down grizzly bears with a rifle. How you wanna die, Disc?
Smashed to bits by a sledgehammer? Viciously bit by a pitbull?
Or filled up with clips from a pistol?
Or I could hit 'em with a desert eagle, from a bird's eye view
Long range action. Perish from an electrical shot
A lightning strike - with a vulture dead on the spot
But you're dead already, doing topicals. Don't you know by warring, you live?
I'm done transforming a kid. Warring gets the blood flowing..
Not judging you at all, little bitch. If you wanna play, play dead..
But if you don't wanna raise hell, hell will be raised
Dog! Little bitch.. better not move, if I tell you to stay
So will you ever start to battle? I mean, really battle
If I read my babble, I can see from the open scriptures
That you're not James, John or Peter..definitely not Jesus Christ
Black will always dissapear, with the dawning of light
I got scripts written for Black, play your part
I'll cast a shadow, in an X-ray radiograph, or a motion picture
I write codes...enigmas.
Cairns or stacked, slate monoliths, like the one in that Space Odyssey flick
They'll come down...I'm toppling discs
Only thing you'll get with black disc, - is nothing new or remarkable
Just vintage classics. Again and again, so automatic
He only spits with acid, but my saliva is rinsed
Should think, about switching into manual cars, for real
Break his back, with punishing whips; and rods of steel
No wonder you have that aura, that sensory appeal - you pretty faggot
But DISC, your aura would nothing without an O - a ball, a circle
Therefore you're nothing, without a caveman - I literally invented the wheel!
The most forbidden of fruit, your shyt's toxic
Only dope cause he injects shyt into his veins - its lethal
Black Disc wouldn't be the same, without a needle
Come to me, for spiritual meals, people. Dis-ciple is not nutritional food!
Black and rotten to the core, as soon as you bite in it, you're killed
It's not a question of if, but you will.
But just like Adam and Eve, all live for thrills
Others might be impressed by your nonsense, which isnt skill
You try to paint fiction as truth
Little cub from Chicago, i've taken on bears grizzlier than you
In American cities, I chop off limbs. I once brought a Hawk...To-NY
To those boys in blue. Now I'm hailed as New York's king
So I could easily come through Chicago, with a blazing weapon and pop things
And put a disciple on the cross, as the most fragrant of offerings
This is vengeance cause you murdered innocent Abel
Heard you're bi-sexual, thats the word on the street
We shouldn't be suprised Disco's both ways..
Cause all he is, is a spinning record on turntables
Not even bi-sexual..you're gay. And by your own admission, a slave
Trying to break your own ball/chain...
You remain the same, though you morph your moniker
In the cellar's a zomb.. and you're Sarah Michelle, Ross and Monica..
Kelis, my shakes are better than yours - i'll dance with a winner
Not forever, of course. Is your temperature, hot...
Enough to advance to Gehenna?
This isn't really a diss, just a demonstration of brotherly love
You'd think i'm from Philadelphia
So sick you'd think i've got Schizophrenia
The meaning of a disciple, in the dict-ion-ary's a learner
You're a mosquito insect, that I caught between my palms in the night
i'll resurrect you, deadman; raise you into the air
Like Raphael's depiction of the trans-fig-uring of Christ
Not just a writer, I do more things, despite my busy schedule
Perhaps its time to unearth a deadman, cause he's dishevelled
I could easily found out dirt about you, when I dig with shovels
Gawdian, we're on different levels
A caveman already etched literary and visual language in markings on walls
Long before the apostles, let alone disciples
So any subsequent drawings by unoriginal actors and performers
Just isn't special. I'm broadening my vision, to capture macrocosms,
On my Samsung Andromeda Galaxy watch, with glistening bezels
The diamonds is resplendant!
American football, I drive forward, charging into, endzones
For so long I've been sending signals to E-terrestials
Calling 'em, from a cell, from prison
They respond, telling me, "The planet you're on's a living hell-hole."
All discography's simply circles, you should try a cross!
Welcome to the final boss...
I said its not a diss, i'm just enabling enlightenment for a deadman
A black, deceased personage
Budda said we're re-incarnated as different forms
But you see, what's wrong with disc - a still, but rotating object.
I'll tell you what, it is this: its being on a treadmill
Running while patiently waiting to arrive at the same spot you were at
I'm delivering back-to-back hits, to make sure earthenware bodies are cracked
Most don't reply, they do not even react
A digital watch with a strap, can go up and down; back and forth, across
Can even vanish and pause. A circle, though, can't help but revolve
Twirling mechancially, always re-visiting patterns
You said it yourself, ''I'm tryna break my own ball & chain"
You're Cinderella doing steps at the ball!
I'm smashing these self-repeating records of yours!
Always on the same Journey, but never a Foreigner
Wouldn't you like to go somewhere else that's exotic,
And not keep being transfixed, obssesively attentive to clock ticks?
I'll tell you, you can be waiting forever for ,
To release you. Really you need a full-stop, exclamations, marks
Apostrophes. You need drama, the strongest of punctuation
Elocution lessions, deportment classes, and proper pronunciation...
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