TEMPLE
Wrote this to a DMX "Let Me Fly" sample with 808 drums
Either let me flyyy.... or give me death.... Let my soul rest.... take my breath.... Aint no soul left, anxiety in my chest can't see it coming down my eyes, the song cries when ink's bled avoid this type of emotion but this beat's reminiscent and.. speaks to this child that admired DMX. It's Dark and Hell is Hot, dawg, my shadow was death it followed me, I reeked it through reefer, the Reaper's stench he French inhaled n' nosy'd in my business every corner turned ... Made sure this boy was burned, burning bridges important to me seasons and 2 quarters learned that pride don't mix when pouring Henny cat with 9 lives.... the shots I took hit me more than 50 said fuck the 5-0 like the killer sent, to silver-back that gorilla with bullets in his ligaments, trauma-unit the gentlemen from G once was generous, teddy bearing' his tenderness ...... then my bareskin thickened, nothing could enter it but this meddling devil turns up my mental with treble fuck a "shut-up" pill, a hello makes hell tremble ... cuz the bass in my voice, rocks harder than metal he tryna shatter my dream with me putting metal to temple but I'd never go down that path, though how fragile my temple house made of glass, throwing pebbles, diamond that cracked under pressure window to my soul so I'm tinting my cataracts when me and miss interact I'm tryna hide my shady past on Livingston ave and Shady Lane - a cabbage patch you'll prolly throw shade towards this Neo soul if we made eye contact by letting you in, me day to day's different then your matrix I rock with rebels whose database different as their strain is they lifting paper planin', and enter terminals their tunnel vision's focused when the dutch's done surgical trauma in life dramatic that's a megahurt for you tryna operate in frequencies to not take shit personal converse in proverbs, higher power I be serving thru I was a servitude, the devil used the earth as tool cleanse my sins from parasetics consumed can't have it both ways. To stay indy and ugh (Indiana) chase the Joneses, my Temple was Doomed. |
honestly was hype following along to the song u selected until u fucked the syllable count up immediately in the third line and then I was so turned off I stopped reading
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Audio battle 3 mins due in one hour @Quarter O
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