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Vashawn Jackson Aug 2015
I started from the bottom on my way to the top
Im a Author with a plot
Thats hot
Just watch
I'm setting my clock
Im goin be the next pac
The resurrect pac
Im X pac
The time ticking
Alot of time ive been missing
From being locked in the system
This a new beginning to winning
Over sinning
Im a realist
No science fiction
I'm a scientific lyricist
It makes no sense if you illiterate
Or ignorant
Im suspicious
Of these Images
Im God witness
My crucifixion
Crossed death through the crucifix
Cauae these Judas
Is snakes
I keep my faith
Hope an wait
I pray
For better dayz
Tomorrow is a new Yesterday
Lookin for a get away
Vashawn Jackson Aug 2015
Ima Warrior Angel
With an Golden Halo
Just call me Halo
I am Independent won't sign to any Label
I rap cause I say so
All these Lamos
Really Lambos
Thats why we dont Tango
I shine at every Angle
These devils in game mode
They using cheat codes
But this a free throw
Cause im a Neo
Veto
Faneto
Fusion into Vegito
Chicago turned me into Gogeta
Now i start rappin like Freiza
Im Cooler an i spit Ether
Put ya raps in the freezer
Cause you not Hot Or Cold you are not Either
Told you i was a Dreamer
You Sleepwalkers
I put in a Sleeper
Im the Son of Sabrina
Thats the one son of Katrina
My mind on fire i got a Fever
An student that turned into a Teacher
Now i am a Preacher
Take you students to FEMA
Up in my class to be a believer
Seeked God first as a Seeker
Vashawn Jackson Aug 2015
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Vashawn Jackson Jul 2015
Feel my desire
My fire
As an writer
To release the flames burning
Urging
Inside my hearts Ozone
Need an heart colder than an snow cone
To melt love in me
To cool the intensity
To breeze in intimacy
So i can breath in
Life into her soul
Twin flames
Underneath the hearts coal is gold
Somewhere my other twin knows
We can feel each other physically
Spiritually emotionally an mentally
I guess we look at the stars flashing by
Thinking of our past lives
Waiting until our connection has arrived
Again
To be in love again
I kno im not the only one who desires not to be alone
No need to hide it cause in someone else it hits home
Inside this heart is an big home
Noone lives in so its empty
6 degrees away
Vashawn Jackson Jul 2015
Bars of the year
Im lightyears ahead of my peers
They need lightyear speed to be at least near
Im already in the future my flow galatic
Futuristic bars thats traveling
At the speed of light
You can Only catch a image with satellites
Flow like black holes
My mind celestial
To be technical ima extraterrestrial
Flyer than an astro
Im passed pluto
An Almighty being gave me this cerebral
My presence can be felt in the devils cathedral
Yall space shuttles need more artificial intelligence
I beat rappers wit my past flow thats past tense
Even in the present
im better
my mind need some excedrins
Im jus continuing from the sequel
My past flow was even unbeatable
Its not legal
To be thinking
Vashawn Jackson Jul 2015
I go 0 to an 1,000 degrees
Flow like getting stung by an Thousand bees
Got an 1,000 bars
For any Thousand to spar
I write on top of Earth lookin at 1,000 of stars
I got to go an Thousand times harder
The goaline a 100 yards
But it feels like it's an Thousand times farther
Thousand times thousands of cells charged up
Flames enraged on a rampage harbored
Heart and Soul on fire
the burning desire
is ready to Conquer
I dont even believe this fire can be put out by water
Im the Summers Sun
An when i spit that mean Winter begun
Venomous Tongue
You lookin at Venom
Bringing carnage with Lyricism
I can go head to head with Thor
With my Holy Sword
Thunder god vs A Son Of God
Being hot i call that a Summer job
You rappers need a Hot Rod
I turn the booth into a Hot Box
You rappers better play Hop Scotch
To get to the Top spot
Vashawn Jackson Jul 2015
Once upon a time a writer with a mind that he utilized as a instrument.The designs inside his mind were magnificent.His significance were like none in existence.His arrogance was his ignorance.But the difference of this authors image was that this author was distant.Trapped inside his mind an by the devil he was tempted.His vision was the ignition he needed to upliftt him.The mission of his was to finish the beginning of his origin.The exhibit he invented was to bring him to his fate. The demons he faced were demons filled with hate. In any form an shape.But he keeps faith an hope and grace on his waist. Sheild of faith and a Holy Sword because it's a spiritual war.
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