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Andrei Mar 2010
You need sunglasses when your staring at me
Cause the light I emanate scars the retina of my enemies
There is no cure for the blindness you will endure
A pain perpetuated by the ignorance so perniciously procured
Squared against an inevitable death I easily steal your breath from the barrel of my Smith and Wess
Watching your hollow tears bleed on the canvas I project
a cataclysmic disaster wrapped up in a dismal death

We sit here at the pinnacle of our lives speaking in shadows
Masking our mouths from what we oblige
Stop and listen to the earth as it decries
The subtle architecture of this worldly demise
So as we kick back and sorely reside
I’ll be the change in the coming tide

Caged inside tortured flesh I search for rest to keep the human condition suppressed
But all I find each time that I design a new quest I become a servant of death
Invigorated by the test I stretch my consciousness to tear the limbs off your chest and beat you senseless
I won’t stop there, I’ll slit the throat leaving you without hope and then drown it in Everclear
While I may seem like a cynic
I’m not through with these gimmicks
Lacerating your heart with the bones I striped from your tendons
I’m not an advocate of violence but
Sometimes the pilot of peace needs to be reached by setting loose the destruction we inherently seek

We sit here at the pinnacle of our lives speaking in shadows
Masking our mouths from what we oblige
Stop and listen to the earth as it decries
The subtle architecture of this worldly demise
And I’ll hide my words with silence
And I’ll no longer become violent
Just another subservient machine lost in a sea of tyrants

I won’t be blunt here I’ll keep dropping metaphorical bombs onto your ears
Until all my peers understand the imminent plan that needs to be adhered:
Stop short cause change is impossible to purport
Don’t dream cause it’ll get shattered with a corporate hammer
Stay sinking in a world that raises a stagnant banner
Assimilate with the overzealous overweight materialism that manifests in the minds of the poor and is perpetuated by strip malls and ******
God vowed for last days.
Kids bear kids.
Rivers become dry and the people die of thirst.
Complain is endless.

Hot is hotness,highblood  and sugar die betic  make death wess than hlv.

It is a scary world.
Killers ****, criminals steal.
Witches witch .

Loyal people become unloyal .
Where people can hide .
Truly is a final days.

Rain is sun and sun is moon,how can the thunder not be the wind.
Truly the season has changed where  people make miracles as the devil did to God.

Cows bear human animals
And a men bear older people with ***** hair, how couldn't we scare of it.

Jesus said seek me now that iam around you for the time will come where those who need me will never get me for I will be in the right hand of my Father.

Oh truly this is a final days.
In jobs people get it with bribes.
In marriage people get married with lies behind them.

Whom to trust now and then.
Because your best relative is your wors enermy.

Yaa,yeah,yes truly is a final days
Yo everyday we thuggin' 8ball chuggin'
Hands on my nuts hugging guns buggin'
For ****** itching got their brains twitchin'
Switchin' got fast heataz slang pitchin'
Straight out of the kitchen money strengethen
Spot out the chickens spell drawer picking
Wicked as the wiccans to druids fluids
Of blood drawing over the concrete boards
No need to raise my vocal chords swords
Being swung leave all heads ****** and sprung
Tip the hoes with sip of verbal jons lungs
All clogged make her throw up hold up my cup
The lean is pouring my spirit is soaring goring
Everyday life fantasy I'm feelin' crazy hazy
Off the purple to grey tapes swing like an ape
Too late wait see his fate in a crate can't relate
Relax ya stress from blast of the Wess smokin sess
Bars Alcatraz high maxed choas spins like a Tax
Smooth hip hop jazz cuties i bag with the fat ***
Cop those fearing temps expose foes really doe?
Bank rolls bigger than hay barrels known pharaoh
Taking it back to the days of the celestial
Stressin' you while I'm testing you
No clues for the news drawing blues
Wailin' like a wolf spoonful rooted my wools
Sprout to a plant broke the clouts rant
My critics i treat em like ******* come in riches
Then they turn misses slugs throwing kisses
Washes the sins dishes bump fistes black riots
No longer keeping quiet cant even deny it
As i multiple it calculus lust maths i bust
Put myself as a trustee to a trust plats dust
All others smothers any other colors  
Check the crayola rocks nickles a knock
See the birds living off natures clock
Ticks and tocks yo htown killaz got it locked

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