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Its back to the basics....lyrically I was locked in a basement I pulled out with patience..to only figure out what the combination of the safe is Opponents shouldn't feel the safest now that I am out, I will attack with the heat of Satan sticky situations, suddenly slither beneath your face lite fire burning turning applying pressure like a bracelet smoke floods the room, then consumes with a source of hatred the equation is suffocation...adding insult to injury, iron hands for the strangulation a mist of the darkest entity is heavily filled with aggravation a colored room dims dull, the result is desaturation a tear to a basic word, is a rip to communication an assault of the human basics is taunt for the scared to play with I summer salt.. only to land in a land with others who sculpt, there words out of pure passion I ignite like a lighter to many matches..letters light, when the minds active highlighted by spilled acid..my literature is but an integer, in a world that's radioactive mutations form by the masses...
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
Back 2 Basics
Its back to the basics....lyrically I was locked in a basement I pulled out with patience..to only figure out what the combination of the safe is Opponents shouldn't feel the safest now that I am out, I will attack with the heat of Satan sticky situations, suddenly slither beneath your face lite fire burning turning applying pressure like a bracelet smoke floods the room, then consumes with a source of hatred the equation is suffocation...adding insult to injury, iron hands for the strangulation a mist of the darkest entity is heavily filled with aggravation a colored room dims dull, the result is desaturation a tear to a basic word, is a rip to communication an assault of the human basics is taunt for the scared to play with I summer salt.. only to land in a land with others who sculpt, there words out of pure passion I ignite like a lighter to many matches..letters light, when the minds active highlighted by spilled acid..my literature is but an integer, in a world that's radioactive mutations form by the masses...
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
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