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Hydeer Oct 2019
I'll figure you out
What you think, what you feel
I know what you're about
I will help you heal

Give me the blade
I'll clasp it in my hand
An indivisible aid
I will withstand

You will get better
And I will get worse
You will glitter
I'll call the nurse

I fixed you
I broke myself
You passed through
I stayed on the shelf
I warned you and you did not heed.
wordvango Jul 2015
from the wisdom
          of an archaic-ologist
trying to study
            us
as a man from 3000
       would
he uncovers
         barbarity
in the ruins of
           what was thought
an advanced society.
He digs up
          graves
of horrors
           and self-centered
practices
        by studying
all the old
         Youtube videos
and tweets and news
             of police
shootings and
             all the beheadings
in the name of peace and God.
            He (I) in the future
still cries.
Hate us hate us hate us hate us



Check my guns that bust flow platinum plus
Got the game on tarantula rap Dracula
Suckin' the game dry from the bullets that fly across ya head like a taste of high
Reverse my birth so I can make worth hit em where it hurts
Pockets felt from the death delt fear smelt
Under my enemies embrace my energy faster than a black hole outta space you outta place you an alien
Tippin'out of bounds what's that sound? Bodies hittin' the grounds once my voice sounds
On the mic you know I get the bids right grip it tight tighter then a virgins pliers amplier set to higher
The more the degrees the more they fall to the knees in pleas my guns sneeze
Givin' bless you night line specials
Read across the board becoming a hoard
A lost demon breathin' none relievin' souls retrievin' got em teethin' yo who do you believe in?
Better say Yosef or my gats to ya melon becomes explosive made ferocious guerillas known to be  killas focused on scrillas got a a few villas
Me classa Bentleys on the front of my castle I got greyskulls and a closet full
Of mics and turntables breakin'any label thought you was Cain til I was Able
To knock ya down buried ya crown found
By arche-ologist I suggest your best bet its to bow to my set a super threat none could hit
Bars harder than the me ruthless as the Bush adversary who am I just another waitin' to die
Retrace my thoughts in the sky made for wise no ties visualize my sinister enterprise make spirits between womens thighs glare in her eyes she catch my phallus rise and then becomes re- energize
Makin' a pride a lion that hide his true identityto infinite and beyond compared to none some call me Satan
Cuz I be the luminous one flash out a gun sparkin' targets regardless Ill always get hits
On the chart sticking like darts part
The seas and the lands from my energy that spans elastic as rubberbands stand against my clan ya bound to be left with a ****** tan



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