1. NiNjah Red
2. Pakaveli
The fluids of toxic toads lace my arrows
shooting harshly, foe’s chased by sorrows
2 eyes’ gripped close as the music rolls
time to unfold the NiNjah mystic scrolls
Suppose I acted on every ferocious impulse…
…I’d probably of slew at-least 110 folks
2 kicks to the guts just for telling them jokes
Make mental notes… I’m provoked with ease
intent’s spoke clean & still I wrote this sleaze
Riding hot winds which carry me over destiny
siding not with this mockery of a monarchy
A subjective state… in this garden of hate
life’s earnings can turn into burdens & aches
The vessel of my soul seems a cauldron of waste
brainwaves polluted by the sermons of snakes
Foul nervous-tension is most certain to break…
bones of the betrayed as they turn in their graves
Backstabbed by enemies caused by felonies
Dramatic betonies, sinful causes of ebonies
I watch afar, yet the swatch of the nunchak bar
Seeps the blood of felonious stored in my car
Do not provoke the soul’s demons that’ll invoke
Vehemence that breeds bespoke bile as anti-dote
101 dead cadavers annihilated by mournful misery
Mystery of death environs the psyche so saddened
Yet yews of yachts row up the wilful that maddened
Astrologer I am, therefore the stars teach astronomy
Monotony of brethren ruins the economy of society
Clarity is a fantasy that runs the mind of many men
In the hollowed den lie the carcasses of the bloody ten
Your messenger maligns the monstrous monarchy
Yet the truth is told though the truth states such larky
A game of minds ensue and I will pass the verdict due
No clue the dew on the sky shows that death shall ensue