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Feel the entropy heating up your gears With meshing poetic rhetoric flowing through your ears Pistons pinions piercing pulsing Calculating creates cruelty convulsing Which confuses itself as a new form of dance But it’s actually mating while still wearing pants There’s mercury around your hat’s brim As you look up to your cherubim They’re not good MCs you’re suffering from delirium We’re not an ocean we’re a city: Pandæmonium Whether stage, stereo, or behind a podium My flow so addictive you need rehab to quit this ***** Undercutting uppercuts straight to the jaw Dangling there mangled but you’ll never lose the awe I can talk sunlight into becoming my shade Stand up to me? Step down before you fade I am the Clockwork Seraph Each word must be cherished Because words hold more power than any man So I’ll trick the legless to take a stand We’ll walk miles for this vile style Bloodied grin? Show us your smile All is well? Or all is in denial? Who cares? Let it rest for a while Throat grabbing metaphors Chokes gabbing sell-out ****** Garrote grappling violent scores Rogues glancing harlot stores Cut to the point or cut to source Cue the anointment meant for the Force Wrong religion but ***** it any myth will do My words are Set to Isis like Osiris rose for you Scheherazade’s in her padded cell full of fright Shouting frantic nonsense for 1,001 Asylum Nights Love is a chemical that seems too harsh It comes from the brain, we call it the heart Anger is an arrangement that can tear you apart Here’s an outlet try again end at the start Pause Think Take a breather now While sixty feet under water As you drown Yesterday’s miracle is today’s explained fact Truthful anomalies become outliers for the mass If a beat drops does it plummet to its death? Was it suicidal it could be anybody’s guess? It tried to forget so it kept all repressed Tongue play twisted by the embittered press Oh yes! Says the ******** moaning ghost Raise your glass take a sip prepare for the toast Overdosed on rufilin for the life/death duality The party forgot to plan this half-hearted tragedy Fires burn like thunders boast Of the speed the hot flash was provoked I don’t do battle raps I just humiliate my foes There reputation lying in graves row by row Blank stares earned as they feel the throes More white towels thrown in as their hope corrodes My left hand spits for the pages thrones My tongue tests it to see how it flows Shoot for the moon and if you miss You’ll be surrounded by infinite emptiness Obviously I’m different so I won’t waste your time Every rapper claims their special somewhere down the line Are you lost? here’s a map: blank canvas Crumble it up to see it form a crevice A Knight of Bedlam here for your service Rising with the lunar crescent for their hubris Blood stained White Knight A hero’s antithesis done right Funeral garbs for this sable raft Beating hearts for disabled craft Buried in deep and now I’ll rise To the occasion to claim this prize The only thing we all have in common Is the differences in our perception I am the Bayssic scion Hold on tight if you plan on riding On my dark white lyrics Beautiful insanity with spirit Each and every person you meet Is as real as you imagined them to be From my mind un-vaulted in hopes it’ll last Join us now, through the looking glass
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
Clockwork Seraph
Feel the entropy heating up your gears With meshing poetic rhetoric flowing through your ears Pistons pinions piercing pulsing Calculating creates cruelty convulsing Which confuses itself as a new form of dance But it’s actually mating while still wearing pants There’s mercury around your hat’s brim As you look up to your cherubim They’re not good MCs you’re suffering from delirium We’re not an ocean we’re a city: Pandæmonium Whether stage, stereo, or behind a podium My flow so addictive you need rehab to quit this ***** Undercutting uppercuts straight to the jaw Dangling there mangled but you’ll never lose the awe I can talk sunlight into becoming my shade Stand up to me? Step down before you fade I am the Clockwork Seraph Each word must be cherished Because words hold more power than any man So I’ll trick the legless to take a stand We’ll walk miles for this vile style Bloodied grin? Show us your smile All is well? Or all is in denial? Who cares? Let it rest for a while Throat grabbing metaphors Chokes gabbing sell-out ****** Garrote grappling violent scores Rogues glancing harlot stores Cut to the point or cut to source Cue the anointment meant for the Force Wrong religion but ***** it any myth will do My words are Set to Isis like Osiris rose for you Scheherazade’s in her padded cell full of fright Shouting frantic nonsense for 1,001 Asylum Nights Love is a chemical that seems too harsh It comes from the brain, we call it the heart Anger is an arrangement that can tear you apart Here’s an outlet try again end at the start Pause Think Take a breather now While sixty feet under water As you drown Yesterday’s miracle is today’s explained fact Truthful anomalies become outliers for the mass If a beat drops does it plummet to its death? Was it suicidal it could be anybody’s guess? It tried to forget so it kept all repressed Tongue play twisted by the embittered press Oh yes! Says the ******** moaning ghost Raise your glass take a sip prepare for the toast Overdosed on rufilin for the life/death duality The party forgot to plan this half-hearted tragedy Fires burn like thunders boast Of the speed the hot flash was provoked I don’t do battle raps I just humiliate my foes There reputation lying in graves row by row Blank stares earned as they feel the throes More white towels thrown in as their hope corrodes My left hand spits for the pages thrones My tongue tests it to see how it flows Shoot for the moon and if you miss You’ll be surrounded by infinite emptiness Obviously I’m different so I won’t waste your time Every rapper claims their special somewhere down the line Are you lost? here’s a map: blank canvas Crumble it up to see it form a crevice A Knight of Bedlam here for your service Rising with the lunar crescent for their hubris Blood stained White Knight A hero’s antithesis done right Funeral garbs for this sable raft Beating hearts for disabled craft Buried in deep and now I’ll rise To the occasion to claim this prize The only thing we all have in common Is the differences in our perception I am the Bayssic scion Hold on tight if you plan on riding On my dark white lyrics Beautiful insanity with spirit Each and every person you meet Is as real as you imagined them to be From my mind un-vaulted in hopes it’ll last Join us now, through the looking glass
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
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