The raging ram roaming realms
A bittersweet tale if I say so myself

That ***** got a demon's tail
  it ain't good for your health

That dude uses it as a flail
prevail is what is exhaled

That young ram spits heat

Aint talking about rapping
I speak literally

That young ram eyes red

But he ain't high
Stony past burning hooves

He smoky,
but it ain't the cannabis smell or shroud
It's the smell of hell

The young ram got a plan yeah to hustle

The young ram got a plan realm rustle

The young ram glides from land

to land to land

to empower some sort of man

or men or man

and I don't understand about this young lamb

he got a demon in his face
and he goes against the grain of sand

maiming himself just for the wealth

owning everything
coming out from stealth

the burning ram says retreat
or don't...
I eat I am elite

the burning ram says hold still
ill ****
a mill
the burning ram finds your mam
put it in her ****
hotter than the slavery of sam

the burning ram was foreseen by am.

the plan?

the men have ran, words spoken in a tablet somewhere.

Desolation, we are bare,
the ram looks at us in disgust
we are the crust on the earth
core exploding opening doors
the ram will be adored
pity because it represents disorder,
chaos, chaos,
killing says it once and the days are hazing
the ram bending the realm of man
mentally what a riot.

In the end, the ram is lost in the density of infinity.

An exploding croft farmed for human thought.

Far out
Fantasy
Mars droughts
Deseret land

Bars found
Feathered fans
of flames burnings lands
rays coming from the skies

Imploding,
Arising
Exploding
Mantle
Core
Arising
Like a
Titanic
Phoenix
Coming alive

Wicked eyes
Burning song
Live long
Live long

Another cycle
Ressurection
Recurring
Spirit in a dream
Molded by the first impression

Aroma tremendous
Weighs heavy on the pretentious
Live and learn and get burned

Breaking crust, core spewing lava as I arise

Hypnotised by my flow, I smirk when they say I am going to die

**** em now eat em later, chronic masturbater

Dilated eyes, 3 in which I don't mind, I own the mind I own the mind

Shove a trident down her spine and blow herb till the pine grime off here behind

Put the pedal to the extreme for miles on end gotta make my ends gotta make my ends till the end my friend oh friend oh

So many suckas claimin
They love us
Destroying hip hop
I call ya **** hop staged the prop
So many intellects get shot
No more real lyricism
In the game I came
To put out the fire
But the flows ain't trying
To be heard by the higher
Power so I gotta devour
I go for the jugular
Don't care forget being a regular
I'm not a masturbater
But ill debate a master causing disaster
Slaughter the rhyme with ease
Massagin' temple
With these spiritual ephipanies
How I come I be
A threat to society can't quiet me
I be the representer of the black galaxy
And death to who ever threatens me
Never shady cant trust anyone not even my own lady
Feelin' like Turner With the burner
Grab ya magazine and turn tha
Page see another brother engaged
By the sounds of police guns
And no one in rage but in a rage
When you point out there political raids





Yeah so what I gotta act up
Cuz they wanna keep me in the cut
Arrested development
But I broke the commitment
Of being apart of the imprisonment
I cause mind riots they try to keep me quiet
Say I'm violent cuz I speak on justice
But it's just us brother chilling
Then they come to bust
Us for drug paraphernalia But I'll tell ya
We ain't the ones bringing drugs and guns
Along with the ammunitons
Poisons in our community
Then claim.we be the problem of society quietly
I see the thoughts unravel
Now they gentrify my neighborhood
So **** white jews can feel good
But too many dummies in hood
Sellin' there property for cheap good
Feedin' off material your misguided
Spread em.with knowledge
They get silent
Wake up my sister and brothers
They plotting us against one another
Cant you see it naw they rather fool
Be addicted and used as a tool
Black masses you don't need glasses
To see the ******* they pull on us
Too many bitin' dust cant even trust
Our own they droppin' chem trails
So well always roam
Baby mamas makin' dramas
Isolate the black man
Serve with court papers in hand
And it started off with his mama
Fathers absence makes for prison entrance
Since adolescent
I been target for termination regardless
If I'm.doing wrong or right
And they say it ain't about black or white
Coded language makes me anguish
At how they label us
But trust we coming back
With vengeance
Just like when we broke the slavery allegiance
Drug my thoughts with food so they can't be created or a battle initiated