Faces of Death ft. NTC
 

Faces of Death
DMS
My mind is like my pen It has extensive use
I’m in a pensive mood
and my lessons few are far in between n teach me less than news.
You see I’ve seen the angels in red
In the place of the dead
And the graves of the less
on the hospital beds and the patients in rest
I’m awake in my breast but not brave in my chest
for when I’m in the funeral place
and I’m facing what’s left
When I’m on hells roads paved
With the pace in my steps
slowed by the placement of dread
otherwise I’d be racing in tread
instead I brace feh what’s next
And I note the road has been paved the faces of death
It’s between fear n phobia Borders the lines, for when the form that is life turns the corner of time
And its lost in the storm or the light
The out lands are outlandish
Staying inside is protection from those
Who Realize my reflections gone cold
I must die, tho my intentions not so
The Faces of the dead stretch through the zones
So here lies the question, when will my methods run old,
And I’m done with my steppin’
And become a step in the road.

By: NTC
What would happen if the Dead spit? Well that's what my pen is.
It's pensive without incentives I'm extensive.
I ain't expensive I ain't worth much I can sense it.
I'm senseless cause I can't sense if Death is comin' so I'm always defensive.
That's what my defense is to be ready Forever Immortal that's my sentence.
Yeah I done sent it to the trenches and I'm drenched in.
Memories I used to be a little kid playin' Nintendo lately I been Dead though.
Bloodshot eyes I must not lie I'm red inside and out like a skinned Elmo.
Oh Hell no I'm chokin' up Jesus Christ even my sins send notes.
Witness the Faces of Death I'm in charge Satan's inept.
My case has been left so I'm right back at it this statement is kept.
In the back of my heart I got a Fear of the Grave.
People hear that I'm strange and my appearance is grave.
Shit my mirror's gonna break because the cleaner the face.
The clearer the fate the clearance is vague.
No access to my axis this is Atlas with an accent the nearer I came.
To Death I stared it straight in its eyes cause I'm colder than a peppermint.
Cause I'm better than most rappers with benefits.
You can be Arnold I'll be Benedict my people I send 'em in.
And I'll kill everyone on Earth including myself AKA NTC for the Hell of it.