Genocide
 

Title: Believing is Art.

Started off neatly drafting looks of graffitti, in black books where his pieces just sat there incompleted
Competed with geniuses of the craft, graphed devious words of wrath wherever it seemed strategic
Eventually city streets were just memories, he would leave the scene of the crime once its committed
no limit to his vivid depictions of innocent images, in murals he'd published without fucking permission
fuck it -he's gifted, as luck would have it his rustoleum habit grew absent, drank jack til he puked
awakened after a few hours of true powerless human root outtages, recouped out of it and fathomed his youth
from an immaculate view he grew, started scratching marble nd particles flew, partly amused but hard to ignore
Felt for sure his carpentors chores would keep him sharp in the world of art, and his skills often matured
Not sure, but thought his talents to be accord to him by luciferian journeyman who brought knowledge
so he constructed occult golems, who walked the fine line between being worth nothing nd top dollar
They would privately slolem from stair top to bottom, trying not to debauch him from craftmanship
Had he ever imagined this, black magic shit, he himself wouldn't have had a glimpse or practiced it
His own personal cataclysm's at hand, he's been having visions of man turned prisoner in famine nd chains
Can't imagine the strain its put on his capitol gain, he has to refrain, observie the next passing of days

Title: Life Like.

Walking down the streets, its tough trying not to rob
But when you just wrecked your truck its hard to find a fuckin job
to many problems in my pile, don't nothing stack better
Homie hit me last night, with a bad fucking track record
All this tension adds pressure, got a huge fuckin migraine
Thinkin bout the baby nine, but wouldn't you up in my place?
I Been Irate man, cause it was all good just a year go
Spoke some common sense, I was to deaf to hear it though
Now I need a miracle, before I let some tears expose
Had a dream once, now nightmares the only things that appear in those
its all immaterial, trapped by the beast being eaten by concern
Bout to shoot stolen guns that ain't even mine to burn
Why I gotta learn shit the hard fuckin ways and I'm cawfuckincasion
So if you black and you strugglin, get off of that race shit
Face it, cause I'm about two seconds from droppin this phone
And going next door to the neighbors house and robbing their home
But I don't want my problems to grow, no, not in the least
Aunt and uncle don't want me here cause I'm not in the lease
Well no shit man -obviously, saying that I should let god intervene
Pulled my pentacle off my neck and said I'm not on the team..

Title: "I have found the paradox, that if you loves until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." Mother Teresa

Met a man with a heart, who knows of a cross heavier than I ever knew
Been strapped to his back for twelve years, and he'll die with it to
Psychological feud inside he's completely designed, defeating his mind
An aquarius that lets his character flaws simply eat him alive
His demeanor is fine cause he hides knowing how he's supposed to act
Socializes in public to ballance and counter his role of the zodiacs
Alone he's a sociapath, at home in his own zone its hell and he's heartless
The biggest problem is that he needs to be by himself to recharge him
Daydreams about martians, he studies things like free masons and satan
Not sure where his allegiance is aimed and has nobody to save him
Been everything from a nothing to naphen, from a drunk to a bum
Never knew the feeling of being loved, until one day someone does
During his phase as a thug, she was put in his way for some reason
Or maybe he was put in her way and gave her someone to believe in
The comfort was even, neither one of them knew what was in store
Spent every minute they had together, then they wanted some more
Spoke of troubling wars, and what they went through in their lives
As ugly as her stories were, he couldn't see past her beautiful eyes
Her pain was truly disguised, he wore his on his face clearer than day
And couldn't understand the smile she wore when his appearance was made
Everyone elses was clearly a fake, he intimidated most with his presence
But she was different, what she demonstrated showed independence
They started exposing their friendship to be a little deeper and true
And every night she got a chance, she would let him sneak in her room
Didn't care what people assumed, soon he was moving into the house
And every time she spread her legs, he was digging her out
Of course she was bound to get pregnant, and she eventually did
A miscarriage or two later, they would end up with a feminine kid
He was never convinced that he needed to change, not even today
They went there seperate ways even though he pleaded to stay
Love indeed is his pain, this man is such a fucking creature of habits
But can't fall for another, she found love and doesn't need him to have it

Title: Every Second's Minute's an Hour's a Day.

As a toddler he played, as his crack head mom hollered his name
And his alcoholic father would say, there ain't enough time in a day
for all theese goddamn bottles I've made, wish I had a dollar to save
Every second's a minute's an hour's a day, that he followed their traits
In grade school he forgot to behave, became the psychologists friend
asked to fix his actions, but if you don't know its broken why bother to mend
Fed prescription bottles of meds, forced to medicate from the gate
Ran away at a tender age, but came home and never made his escape
Instead of breaking the plates, mom would say don't ruin the crib
He'd Saracastically quip, "ya right -like you ever put food on the shit"
In his head she was the stupidest bitch, and his dad was the second
As far as he could recollect, they never had any friendship
It didn't matter he reckoned, his dad threatened to punish'em though
Until his ass was beaten by every belt buckle he owned
His struggle sure wasn't good, plus the fact he's born in the hood
Shit'll make you grow quicker than children normally would
An unhealthy mental formula according to books, his story was difrent
In due time he'd be glorious, it was written way before he was infant
But he's gotta change his horrible image, just mature from a fool
failed a few grades before he knew the importance of school
Surely confused, raised by the fiends that were his parents
His attitude was mean, he received packs of demerits
His teachers saw past it though, they know he has some potential
His influence's bad cause of the folks that he was bred through
Clearly had some talent in his adamant pencil, words crafted the cleanest
His format was supreme, he served rappers like a packaging genius
Its something that he mastered with reading, trial nd error was nuts
His introspect was sad emotion, skilled with a terrible touch
His fans were enough to drive him towards a career in the game
Nearer to fame, eventually he changed his whole apperance and name
Became a neighborhood legend, he was destined for shine
Every seconds a minutes an hours a day he was blessed with the rhymes
No problems getting him signed, his hype was like amphetamine lines
He never second guessed his life, but he remembered the climb

Title: Winston Churchill's Masonic Minutemen (Vulgar Collab).

Genocide..
I'm the man, the myth, his legendary pen beside the candlestick
the point of view, misconstrued, and the truth inside the manuscript
A man with wisdom, peeking greater than all of Britains steeples
Peaceful, Once I wrote a book about an english speaking people
Deep cerebral, dark, in depth, the secrets lying on your chest
Lies you've kept, I was in the nightmares adolf hitler often dreamt
Lost in bed, off with his head, where he shared his mothers warmth
I was something pure, before the world would host another war
My name was underscored, next to the rules I penned with ink
I made aquaintences with Roosevelt and John F. Kennedy

Vulgar..
M. Carbine on the dresser, his walking stick a buttered-mantle hickory
Aboard the Sputnik tram he seeked to lead the motherland to victory
As blitzkriegs from the east roasted these punctured lambs of history
Poor Stalin, he’d had enough in his plate, and more problems
War college author and scholar with foreknowledge from Lord Monckton
Winston was a porch golem, stony faced; appearance of a simpleton slug
Pilgrim with smug expressions, pilferage of the Chechens
building an upper section of London, schillings from some election
Desert airfields, winter marshlands, rivers of blood in seconds…
A single question was left: was this a political thug, or legend?

Genocide..
Pinnacle punk intentions or innocent love for peasants with humble motives
Never know I guess, history was nice to him cause he's the one who wrote it
Never qouted until his prophecies more than all appeared correct
people wouldnt pay attention, welcome to blood, toil, tears & sweat
Became the Jewish advocate, after being misunderstood as bluffing
Had some enemies as well, but that's because he stood for something
Ditches dug and bodies dumped, was weird how he'd percieve rumors
Predicted India would fall apart to rascals, rogues and freebooters
And once the trees rooted, good or bad the seeds expand
"Watch lies go half around the world fore the truth put on its pants"

Vulgar..
Orator steps forward, Duke of the Sudan with tubas in two hands
Playing music for the masses, the room’s illumined by huge lamps
He receives newcomers with an envious grace, a sentient face
Telegram enters the place, Enemy base: British Intelligence - RAPED!
He said we’ll fight them on the beaches with raw metal til the smog settles
And God trembles from the frosty ashes of those Holocaust rebels
Wallops marched towards temples, heads tilted, muzzled in close breadth
Because the greatest wars were always the ones with the most dead
The pearly harbor gates opened, in remembrance of this everlasting breeze
U-boats up his arse but had tricks up his sleeve that’d put Leningrad at ease
He’d never have to leave - unless sweeped off into the Cambridge abyss
Or if the elections came calling… for a royal family switch

Genocide..
While innocent by-standers get hit, poparatzi cameras like cancerous cells
Media hell, And churchills face always explains all the answers itself
Ring the Chancellors bells, with a phone call or a knock at the door
If your so sure you'll be stopping the war, then what you locking it for
Old fashioned doctor kavorkian, swastika ornaments, opera accordians
Where talk is only talk, and its never heard by the popular audiance
German helicopter choppers chopping the oxygen, air waves are a mess
Kamakaze bombers, panzer drivers, front line survivors are praying to death
Holocaust chambers taking your breath, blame alien aircrafts for crashing
While they reverse engineer one, the less fortunates beg for rations

Vulgar..
He’d have lucid dreams of English troops in need, hibachis gallopin’
Hibakusha paladins in banquet tuxedos surrounded by Saharan talismans
He was a silver tortoise, slanderous, commandant of fifty Florence analysts
But the gefilte corpses spanned the mist - thanks to a vicious Polish vampiress
Bygones were capturers, trench warfare became more than a tad berserk
More squadrons massacred than an army of barbecued warthogs on placid turf
The Gestapo had collapsed the earth, there were Third Reich’s secret plots
Journeys to Atlantis uncovered the true Ground Zero without a thermite piece of rock
He held a scabbard that glistened like it belonged to Saladin’s mistress
The Battle of Britain, such a splendid view from the caverns of Lisbon..

Title: The G.O.A.T You've All Been Longing For.

Greetings to you, I've been reading shit completely amused
Knowing you want gen to speak his peace like a treaty was due
Ill wipe my feet on these crews, you'll never see how it feels
Praying genocide will drop and land on you to be on his heels
I only speak on the real, compete on the field while you sleep on the bench
The greatest of all time, while you fail to produce signs of equal or less
You majority of people are pests, feeble at best, can't even capture the throne
But we can wreck, just tell your health provider that your accident prone
Axe in your bones, my hatchets are thrown with careful precision
Bystanders'll be singing oh my god, like somekind of carol for xmas
swear you'll be finished, cause gen ain't playing games with you queers
You'll see me preying so hard, hark the herald fucking angel appears
Leaving blood stains on careers, the devils triangles' got me falling from god
My flow is motorboat, you'll catch four strokes like your arteries clogged
There ain't a part of me soft, I'm built hard and to high to be scaled
So if something falls off, its just the fucking climbers who failed
Only diamonds prevail, rest of you stoners are the wackest of guys
You reach my peak, ill throw you head first down like them jackets can fly
I've always capitalized on my strengths in a speech, iincredibly deep

Title:* Legends of War (Neighbor Collab)

Genocide..
the language of my katana blade is not in slang
I'm Li Hongzhang in Beijing when the pin falls out my grenade
doubt my brigade? the bang distorts ur ancient hordes..
nd chops off the legs of ur horse before it gallops away
me and neigh highly technicalised, extraterrestrial mind fucks
that'll freak you out before the galaxy dries up
into fine dust, so unidentify us..
or ima make you forget i was here before you can imagine that i was
ive got africans tied up stripping butt naked inside lakes
im robert mugabe for gods sakes taking zimbabwe
egyptian hieroglyphics are foresaken in my name
we have odd ways of forcing you natives inside caves
so die of aids or don't give a fuck, your sitting ducks
im the hands that pulled the triggers when the first pistols bust
after we rinse the rust nd sipped of blood
became the south korean general kims that the missiles want
reside in the pits with bugs, where bin ladens' house was predicted once
stuffed all up inside the turf..
but when i return, its the wild west where you can die and burn
from the peacekeepers fire like wyatt earp
some violent jerks, who expect quite without even a silent chirp
or for sure bury you a caskets depth
throw a match where the gas is kept
and get tossed in a stove top alot like some dragons breathe

Neighbor..
I represent the terrible things.. Skeleton King w/ seraphim wings
Elephant skin weaponry sling, my blade fall like a pendulum swing
Menacing grin.. The Bandit Lord, from an age when mammoths were born
Show you the annals of war, then splatter ya corpse w/ the hammer of Thor
Brandish a sword w/ a chrome handle, etched on the grip
Reads "Hope's Shadow".. you can see bone marrow specks in the print
Both barrels ready.. I'm killin legends when the Hanzo swings
Attila's henchmen concealin weapons, use Achilles tendons for crossbow strings
The gat on my side leave shrapnel inside the blacks of your eyes
Stray bolts of lightning & slain souls of Vikings gallop astride when my cavalry rides
Battle cries rattle the night & challenge the skies..
That lead in the Magnum's cocked to put ya in the trenches of Ragnarok where Valkyries fly
The God of Murder, you feel a constant surge of terror
'Cause my palm's a murder weapon like concepts learned in the Kamakura era
The ronin Yakuza.. holdin a Ruger stolen from Lucifer's hands
The motion is brutal when I'm throwin a shuko like shoguns in feudal Japan

Title: Art in its Purest Form (Rugged Collab)

Genocide..
This is art in its purest form, the karma when war is born
Arsenic, chloroform, the carbon in storage ports
Lazenges, oral support, opening the portal doors
Carnivore, herbivore, all of which euphorics for
Presently and former forms, this is what you make it
But its taken, nothings sacred, understatement of the ages
Up in caves, thoughts of yours that someone else has fucking painted
stages, famous new intentions, you've invented used inventions
Who'dve guessed it, huge erection threatened by the biter
I'm a writer, not a slighter, not the one who stole desires
Soul supplier, slyer, artist -vet, designer and the architect
Loss of sweat, pause -collect, draft until the flaws correct
Til burdens boil off my chest, until my conscious free from sin
Clean it, rinse the fingerprints, My troubles colors deep as tint
Mean as shit, crosser than what jesus been, until I fucking ressurect
Intestines gems, physically a treasure chest, never rest
Fly as fucking feathered friends, feminines are flocking fast
Copythat, Hell is home -H in caps, cause i Hellicoppeder pad
Dropped a stack, knotts are fat, but not for lack of heavy work
Every verse calligraphy, rounded out elliptically and then its birthed
Wizardry to get it twirked, perfect is my signature and hancock
Iron man stamina until his oil pan drops, can't stop
When my hands hot, jot eternal open mics cause I wrot'em nice
No device'll qoute as priceless, words eternal -so my life is
Total righteous, poltergeist of bar exams, haunted fans
Talking bands? If it holo-costed grands -i'd become adolf and pay'em

Rugged..
Measure the weight of the statements not just the way I might paint em
No pausing or stalling, my portion contorted enforce it
Torsion causing distortion - Morphing the wave with vibrations
Of course I brought in the rawness I'm blessed with, awethentic,
The purest don’t force shit, support us the audience growing
No fraudulence showin my aura was golden before it was broken -
I saw what was spoken, thoughts form as oars in the ocean
You caught in the motion the cause is emotion no cornered proposals -
With clauses; be open, ig-nor-ance is potent, important to notice-
The thoughtless promote it, withdrawn but im focused
All in the moment in time refining the instance, find my instincts & ride
Thrive off uh hindrances while being cautious of vultures,
Die in the dirt thinking you fly might see life as women once she kiss you goodbye
Deprived souls last moments stolen loathing what they did to comply
All actions conditional miss what im thinking if you think its contrived
Niggas living digital lives like outside existence didn’t provide
Plus the unlimited sky’s a poisonous issue, they avoid & dismiss you
Others poignant, pointing pistols the point is miss-use
Of the gift you been given inside of individual sight
I give a fuck if I delivered this right, live in your mind, or live out your heart
What this is if it isn’t art? - All forms being pure, niggguuuh.

Title:*When the Bombs Drop.

Late night sleeping in bed, he's dreaming in depth
He was filthy fucking rich, if he could only keep what he'd dreamt
An evening of rest, wealthy thoughts during the day played out from deep in his head
When the bombs drop, nd he wakes up to a town that seems to be dead
Sheets are in shreds, stands up on his feet to get dressed nd notices he's missing a wall
It must have been hit nd dissolved, bricks become dust ashes that just drift as they fall
Maybe North Korean missiles evolved, looks at the world searching for someone he knows
Debris pummeling snow, Steps out of the shell through the walls that once were his home
Uncomfortable, chokes, as he breathes in air filled with smokes inflated his lungs
Hungry for answers, high strung, but the only thing he can taste is the dust
Devastated, he's crushed, rushes to find a filter that can be used to cover his mouth
Shuffles around in somebodies house, finds somewhat of a towel, somebody shouts!
His new found laundry muffles the clouds, its tied around his neck and his face
Prolonging his indefinite fate, he calibrates the shouting without a seconds delay
His measurements made, clearly sees a body beyond this desolate grey
A desert that only a nuclear weapon could make, every step leaves a definite trace
Bread crumbs left in his wake, but wait, he contemplates, why have I been sent to escape
Instead of erased, don't question it -he better embrace, save his friend who's in need
Trenching through this endless debris, the temperatures changed by several degrees
There's an exceptional breeze, he sees a collection of beings, they've been sent to retrieve
A team of centuries see him, he regretfully flees, seeing there enemy troops
Dealing with heavier hoofs, will he ever recoupe, forced to be alone -better yet a recluse
That's been let on the loose, if he gets to regroup he's gotta get him some boots
Tossing these forgettable shoes, will he ever subdue, his death seems inevitable

Title: Julian Assanges Public Enemy Debut (Zygote Collab).

Genocide..
If he speaks, Conspiracy theories are increased by wikileaks
Penned in his embassy, Afraid to be released back in city streets
Is it me or is the revolution sort of at hand, information gods stay board up in camps
Is it fear, too much inteligence, irrelevant, or is it some sort of a stand
Android in my hands, reading allegations of rape and fugitive charges
At large in Ecuadors corridors, what would you do if you were as heartless
Computer chip targets, dillusional garbage of a demeanor insane
In an asylum confined, interview intertwined in-disguise while people debate
For pistol pete marovich sakes, maybe we're all being carried away some
Or maybe he ain't do shit but fall victim to a judicial system that hates us
Stripes and stars or facefucked, if I've asked you a million times Ive told you once
Who's that flag gonna protect, when we're all under arrest cause we know too much
Information is clutch, to a people led under assumptions and blind
You need to recognize, there's a deeper darker side with something in mind
Its under design, while julian writes a confined story of being in prison
Ironically, his whole life alive he's been fighting for the people that isnt
Indigenous, people watched as they bleed details of information for keeps
Kept by a program for 10 mill A year, to invade your privacy while your asleep
Techno hired police, and soon were gonna have to explore privacies outer limits
Hiding behind fine lines of Encryptions and mathematical algorythms
Power pistons, pumping to produce another sort of freedom again
If you have a half of mind, this idea he defines is completely intense
A defense against losing rights and not even knowing, the problem is growing
Exploding, and we're forced to sit back and watch the catholics prophecied omen
Assange is either a golden child, or the demon they spoke about
I don't even believe in the holy crown, even though its unfolding now
But the lying that goes around is the same as it ever was, the creation of pendulums
and their swung in the direction of us, I just can't wait for the ending to come
Debated for many months, and this face in my topic bugs me
Its ugly, its basically got me buzzing afraid of a god who's coming
Or maybe assange is nothing, a distraction to feed your mind, decide..
Is julian a genius, or simply the mathematic equation of peoples time

Zygote.
When he speaks through wikileaks it poses a threat to our peace,
with the stolen information that they should have never released.
The release of secret information sabotages the peaceful relations between nations,
politics is built on deceitful foundations, wikileak’s actions will have severe implications.
Governments must be transparent? That’s naive and lacks maturity,
wikileaks is the biggest threat to our national security.
Assange published names of our Afghani informants,
within days the Taliban had them captured and tortured.
Assange published diplomatic ***hes that disturbed the political equilibria,
facing death threats we had to extract our ambassador out of Libya.
Assange published information that threatens the survival of our state, there’s no denial of blame, he is a traitor who must face trial and debate.
See some information has to be kept secret from the people,
he was given stolen material, knowledge and information must be kept unequal.
Citizens shouldn’t know their government’s most sensitive actions,
they shouldn’t know the plans of our federal intelligence factions.
Wikileaks inside contact Bradley Manning is being tried for treason,
if found guilty the penalty is death, justice for a crime against freedom.
We live in a global society, information mobilization undergoes clearance,
Assange sabotaged our responsibility to protect our overseas interests. Governments need to get their hands dirty to keep society functional,
if you believe life is any other way then you are highly gullible.
Collateral damage, extrajudicial killings on unlawful combatants,
How dare Assange publish our unmanned aerial strike patterns?!
Don’t you realise what the Iranians would do for this information?
And he just gave it to them! He aided the enemy against our nations operations.
A quarter of a million diplomatic cables that he illegally released,
put our overseas embassies at risk, and brought unrest to the Middle East.
For the sake of the United States we must keep him silent,
Assange is an enemy of democracy, his actions caused extreme violence.
We need to have him extradited, the time has come and passed to get alarmist,
He must face extreme justice, signed The Secretary of the Defense Department.

Title: The Lies They Tell.

politics and mafia ties, insanely it's been integrated -eloped
gentleman are gangsters to, the dangerous innovation of both
Anger exposed in the persons we voted on, the streets are emoticons
Reflections of crime inherited that were completely bestowed upon
Behemoth -or chosen god, either way its all we have to look upwards
At the lies they tell lower tiers, and it misleadingly comforts
Proven it must work, I mean come on -we've clearly been decieved
The questioning look on your face is blank, appearance is naive
Beliefs are abstinent, allowances are falsehoods and falacies
So caught up in your day to day they paved away for ballancing**
The ballance beams adjusted by the working mans need for cash
The more you work the less you see, the pressure breeds collapse
Gentically detatched, incidentally the glitch is part of the whole plan
Distracting you from the truth that keeps revolving the program
Were the solvents that won't stand cause we've fallen for smoke tricks
No cheese when the maze ends for us rodents and roaches
Even though some of us notice were just puppets on long strings
It all comes out in the wash but the government recovers its laundry
covets your offspring, in hope they might attend the traditions
Smiling on the television thinking it'll cause you to forget inhibitions
Or get re-enlisted, forgetting the weight your dogtags held on your neck
While the lies and lying lyers who tell them are well off in bed
In a sense, its evident were all victims of a barrel of schemes
And the american dreams become a nightmare of terible screams

Title:*2012 Bonnie and Clyde (Bodey Collab).

Geno..
Tom boy type, with fight, this fucking bitch is down for whatever
Smoked out, no house, i found her ass trapped out in the weather
Far from a trend setter, she blends better nd her jeans complete the miraj
I wasn't fooled, I could tell she was a sexy beast underneathe the facade
We speak -she comes with me, keeps me company and I feed her the dope
Myself -a drug lord, who just scored a drug whore that I keep on the ropes
Don't really want people to know, so I dress her in some luxury shit..
That her body language complained she wasn't quite comfortable with
Wanted to punish the bitch, asked her why do you behave this way
Said she loved tupac, and she wasn't turned out she was raised this way
...she told me

Bodey..
Daddy’s been slappin me with “slut” since my toddler days
Grabbed me gradually at the start, then in some awfuller ways
“Taught her to obey,” he would say to no one in particular
Mommy always seemed to fade, Daddy was a dick to her
Isn’t that what you expected? Completely typical story for yet another whore
What about getting AIDS-infected cuz your dad is horny and desperately needs to score
One morning, he woke me up, after finding the test results, screamin “You stupid fuck!
I always knew you stole Mom’s dope, that’s what you get for shootin up!”
What he never realized is he gave me an idea, to which he’d plain deny
I never thought of getting high, but I was sick and tired of this fuckin state of mind

Geno..
I usually turn the other cheek when people choose to complain
But not every sad story's told by such a beautiful face
I'm the usual snake, same sorta guy she's been traveling from
and somehow has programmed herself to run back into one
Telling myself she'll just have to adjust, attracted to her pain
Cause its the same kind of picture that my past happens to paint
How's that for insane, two magnets that attract
About to hit the world harder than a terrorist act
Had hair to her ass, maybe my soft spot was cause I wanted to fuck
She touched my hand, told me she needed someone she could trust
..she said

Bodey..
Baby, baby please, I really need your help
You’re the only one that knows the truth about myself
I see my glossy lips glinting inside your hardened pair of eyes
With your hands across my hips, can’t you feel the paradise
Our pasts may be twisted, but it helped us set the prospect
With me as your mistress and the money as the offset
I touched your thigh with one hand, and the other on your face
Scooting closer to you now, I wrap my legs around your waist
Tell me what you want to do, and I’ll be with you in sync
Tell me what you’re feeling baby, tell me what you think

Geno..
I think we bout to grab some drinks, and ima watch these oxies twirk
We gone talk cash money, and about the bank were robbing first
And though the truth prolly hurt, she hung tough around the nuts
Wanted to go get drunk, and told me how much she was down to fuck
We hit a crowded pub, rundown spot where we could talk and chill
Discussed the whole plan before we got to horny off the pills
Caught the chills when she stood up and started to shake some ass
Another nigga aproached, so I asked him what the fuck he takes me as
Started to crack slick, one fat lip later we were headed out the door
Cloud over our heads suggested our directions bound for storms

Bodey..
Now we’re dancing in the rain; drugs always saddle pain
It no longer seemed insane in my vodka-addled brain
I spot a girl in Prada clothes, and I stop her in her throws
Just before the streetlights glowed, I give her face a fistful blow
As my whole grip lurked, I felt her throat jerk worse
Coercin her to open up her Coach purse first
Scanning credit cards, ID’s, a couple of twenty-dollar bills
Pictures of her family and a bottle of prescription pills
I could’ve been her, a successful winner, watching her eye’s last glimmer
Coulda been the business pillar, believing the lie we weren’t really gonna kill her

Geno..
But im a demon, dog, guerilla -darker than i led her to believe
Threw the bitch inside the trunk, brought her back for sex and bedroom company
Fucked her to death and busted mine inside my bonnie's sexy body
Left the victim sitting in the room to pay our rent off at the lobby
She was dead but had her wallet that i told shorty not to take
Besides, we had some bigger fish to fry inside the local banks
On our way we switched our vehicle, found something smooth and sleek
she could drive like a mutha fucker, and was to easy for her to lose police
couple ruthless thieves, walked in broke and out richer -the rest is history
but something was wrong, and she made it damn clear she was pissed at me
..screaming

Bodey..
You cling to negatives like me, like it’s imperative that you stay
But your intelligence got swayed by the decadence of your prey
Now I’ll be givin you a taste of your own medicine on this day
And I’m not talkin about the lousy sedatives you give away
I jerk the wheel, we spin, I clobber you with steel
The car peels out and gobbles a streetlight for its meal
Your gun in my hand, I walk to the passengers’ busted door
Where you sit keeled over, head dripping blood upon the floor
It’s funny, I never think twice, you’re no more than a symbol that burnt me
I take the money and hitch-hike, but not before givin the trigger a firm squeeze
Six weeks later, my face is in a toilet, and I’m violently sick
I look over at the result box, a plus sign appears on the pregnancy stick

More to come later..

Title: Aphasia

I thoroughly understand what its like being lost, lights being off
The anti-christ is slightly involved, despite ur study on the writings of god
when the doctor shrinking ur head claims your distantly awkward
And the whispering through the hypno really isn't the doctors
It sounds like its not words, nd ouija boards became ur escape
Cuz whatevr responds correlates with ur nature to hate
Ur voice box concocts slurrs nd writings paint demonic Thomas Kinkades
Psycologists saying its safe, moms and pops in debate..
Cause the look in your face plainly displays they should probably pray
But you've forgotten ur faith, and now its out of the question
Completely gone, with ur cross hung upside down from ur necklace
The priests are not allowed in your presence, for doubting their message
Soon as u can, proudly profess what cowards talk about in confession
The essence of exorcisms all you smell in the air
Looking like an elegant heir to whatever hell has prepaired
Certain depth in your stare suggests ur not about to awaken
Out of the nurses mouth is you've come down with aphasia
Bound by clouds of pain nd can't explain how unbalanced ur brain was..

For days at a time, been in the basement studying paganist
Never been swayed either way, your somewhat of an athiest
The drugs you've been taking with alcohol are about to dissolve
The raw effect on your gaul bladder has your mouth in a staul
Something about the wall in front of you is fucking with you
Stood up and tried punching it through, its to stubborn to move
A headbutt was the true test of how intoxicated you are
Obviously taken to far, until your head and face are ajar
Parents devastated, the mistakes you've been making are blatant
The medicines you've taken leave you presently wasted
Instead of complacent and placid your acting from madness
The size of the gash in your eyebrow is traumatically massive
Dads always imagined you'd take this path due to genetics
But never construed in his head it would be such stupid incentives
Lucifers legend presented the confusion and substance abuse
interviewed devils nd demons nd never knew what was coming to you
The uncomforting news, from social services and doctors alike..
The brain damage you've managed to accomplish is a problem for life

Title: Dead Pirates Log

..arrived at the scene with dive team six, men, this is it, the find of a lifetime, sick, beneath these drifts, a ship, so deep we've missed it at least three trips//get your suits zipped -explore those waves, and caves, remember its a grave -behave, be brave, consider yourselves saved// were paid -ironic, from here on in were giants, living on gins and tonics, get your bags n boxes, I wanna hear your splashes -sploshes// bring back the captains comments -adventures, words, I wanna know who died when this vessel burned..

Hours go by -couple heads submerge, I can sense concern, squirm, nothing yet we've learned// more men return -excitement grows, yohoho, daylight explodes, night unfolds, I hear the hoist controls// its cold -my breathe is real, just then, a huge treasure chest reveals, sealed, as men become dogs, wait a second -heel// my reflections teal -and metalic at times, I've jumped in -supervised, but I've had it with dives, I just had to survive, last time, grab the bar and pry, crack the chest -visualize what we have inside..

ayyye..
These are dreams come true, golden pieces -jewels, call us thieves or fools, but were each consumed, doomed// soon to be missed, it hits, beneath the moon in the mist, what I wished, the captains log falls loose from the lid// its a gift -its the highest of high, but its defiance of pride, I read the first page -cried, these were pirates who died, but I'm fine// I'm allive -but its worse, its the purse, pirate books always tied to a curse, and it works, it unearths the worst version of birth// its inert -and retsrains, its to late -read the page...

Pirates Log, Entry 1.
I've danced with devils, on a romantic level, manic -mental, truelly a dead mans stencil, panic on the canvas, pencilled// vengeful -never backed down in war, alcoholic hoard, my bounty soars, cant count the victims I've found with swords// I'm a crime lord -on the seas I sail, prevailed, come wind, rain, sleet or hail, those who tried to defeat me failed// I'm a tall tail legend, of the worst descendants, I've surfed the seven, raped -returned, and she gave birth to peasants// my words are weapons of the sharpest kind, my bark is dry, between hell and high water's where I walk the line// divine -if you find these notes I've written, your comatose in minutes, can't provoke forgiveness, to open page one is to be cloaked in thickness// where the holy ghost's forbidden -no excuse..

Pirates Log, Entry 2.
Seen death in numbers, hundreds, the kind only known to the best of hunters, ginsus, but I must continue to run this ships crew// stay true to my hand -I've illuded the sands of time, climbed through bullets to stand, brutal advance, through an avalanche of cannon balls, pulleys and clasps// fully detatched, as I write -were under attack, our mast collapsed, but I've come to adapt -relax, skull and cross bones on my flag// show that I'm mad -possessed, my boat has been wrecked, I know that I'm next, my death, I wrote it in text, and those who open this chest// open a hex -a curse, this message is yours, death sentences, nerves, the end of the earth, where everything burns// my vengeance returns -brutally so, in its usual dose, of musical notes, I wrote this story wearing lucifers clothes.

Title: Reality T.V. (Dull Boy Collab)

Geno..
Eyo..
Dullboy -what the hell you sippin? Listen, I can tell your different, tell your wisdom's prisms beyond programs on these televisions, let's get melted -twisted, to hell with physics, and discuss mansons helter skelter business// or bitches -materials, and what bitches appear to do for compliments -miracles, shots of tequilla -booze, currency -how the amount that I currently posess turns'em into fools//..

DullBoy..
Dull boy. Less a moniker than a state. Punching monitor's in the face while I monitor 'em, irate, with the kind of earth I made. Yeah, the monitor's my place, it's where the watching turned insane. Watch commercials, take it bots have learned to wave. The odd have turned to pain, but honestly we're saved. In this modern world to hate is to be honest, girl's behave like they're God is gonna save, but their God is just a faith. Everyone's caught up in this game of making apologies for doing what makes 'em operate, we're humans, but moving, gotta get honest to erase doctrines apes were using... There's human heads carved in wood on the arms of chairs where lion's sit. That's the type of shit I think when rhyming about Manson being a product of environment. None of us are monster sent Leviathan's, just combinations of consciousness. Bad and good are relative and forever interchanging. What's child molesting now, 200 years ago was dating. And we're all scared to say it. Our self expression's been gone. All this social media is just a highly evolved lynch mob. The idea of ourselves keeping us in line, but no one knows who they are when there's no all seeing eye.

Geno..
Cause were ultimately blind, partly dead -part alive, once upon a time -swang from vines, now we hang powerlines to minipulate the mind, crime stories, rhymes, entertain or waste your time// fine -I ain't falling for it though, your a clone, rather hit the forest floor -dig up brontosaurus bones, burry cordless phones, rome, roll some home grown, blow smoke at the ozone -watch it all explode// whoa! -off to hell in a basket, trashed it, prepping for the worlds collapse, dwelling in the blackness, in a straight jacket -with absynthe, in case of illuminatis absence, where I can escape the maddness// cause if it happens -pitch black awaits, and its back to basics, so I sit down in my castles basement, adjacent to the mask of jason, captivated, by my naked girlfriends patience, cause I'm painting the worlds end -on her ass with vagueness.

DullBoy..
Hmm. How to sum up oblivion. I'm too busy watching the sun up. Existence is nothing and infinite. It's what you envision it. Now, that's a tad evasive. 'How?' Well, you can only envision within your limits and imagination's bounds. So while it's true that your view can make you happy pain's around, if all you know is hope you can't track the anguish down. This is Pandora's box cutter, slide inside uncertainty and open it's hatch. It's where the soul is unmasked, and won't put it back. It's where the grass grows greener for Schrodinger's cat. It's where loneliness laughs 'cause it knows you're entrapped. One of the more insufferable of fellows. He just points and stares at you, 'til it's uncomfortable, then bellows. KILL YOURSELVES NOW. Seriously. Population's getting outta control. That's why I'm so depressing, it's in hopes that I might take a few of you to the end of a rope. Slitting your throats. 'Finish him' mode. Eminem's hoe. Bill Pullman swag. I'm on my second beer, getting Bobcat Goldthwait all up in your Greg Kinnear's.

Geno..
Damnit.. thats a tight fit, record it -should be priceless, and we overhyped it, righteous, my golden globes the brightest, strong performance -bicepts, your life gets sucked into the screen -poltergeist lives// its a vice grip -tune in via blue tooth, hear some valuable truth, get some loose screws, now you have a cast and crew, shoot the news -post your trash on you tube// situations lose/lose -what about the audiance, all depends I guess, 80% prolly crushing bath salt to sniff, caught the gist? were all at risk, wondering who's fault is this// all of it -turn your censor settings off, let me talk, inbed your thoughts, influence kids to get involved, get invoked, cartoons with deadly jokes -friendly dogs// empty cause -idle hands, title fights -iron man, johnny depp invites you all to pirate camp, try your hand, swashbuckle -violent scams, judge judys evil eye -ill be damned// at a glance -never knew the weight it held, minipulation -basic spells, zach and screech made me cheat -now we have to save ourselves.

Title: Never Be The Same

maybe this is it, our differences'll never be the same
baby this is sick, picture this -my dilemma be to change
i remember me the way we met, when you left i adapted
had this attachment, fatal attraction made us famous for passion
our baby was hatchin', funny how that didn't make me supportive
i paid for abortion, if we had a baby now -no way we'd afford it
you we're crazy for more dick, and the kitten was righteous

a literal flight risk, i wasn't living right in the midst of excitement

another kid was invited, had a little girl despite symptoms and habits
didn't give a shit -didn't matter, to deep inside the mixture of madness
but the big picture is massive, and i couldn't see most of my faults
went hard as fuck for my beliefs, when i'm supposed to be soft
cause my coaches were wrong, so my approach was a fail
laughing at the idiots who got caught, until i showed up in jail
my time was slow -i prevailed, upon release i had nothing
couldn't steal or be a thief, fucking police we're accustomed
looking at me like im bluffin, but i ain't fakin -i'm changin'
i had to make an arrangement, and left the neighborhood vacant
ex old lady was hatin', sayin' you'll never see our baby again
told her to shut the fuck up, that ain't no way to pretend
i put the gauge to her head until she ate what she said -psyche
no fucking way i would end life, before my scars get to mend right
i know i'm hard in my head christ, but you should pardon my pain
cause if you havn't noticed yet, i tried my hardest to change
i know i'm partly to blame, for how i'm playin my cards
but the hand i was dealt sucked, and the table was hard
had to crawl my whole life -at 28 i could walk, i'm finally 29
i watched a lot of people die that weren't even alive
so between you and i, im just a man whos been lied to
trying to comb the curves straight, but my brush isn't fine tooth
and i ain't rushin' to find you, this is just a fraction of me
trashin a beat, projecting in the future before the past intervenes

Title: Money Over Bitchesw

who are you to judge, i always put my family first
but hard headed, with the hands of a man that works
and i rehearsed, the words to say to you when i'm home
been gone all day, and left you in bed to lay there alone
i'f only i'd known, to busy out there chasing a dream
while you go out on weekends and i enable you cheat
my love for you as fucking crazy as me, psycho insane
bout to abuse every drug at once, fuck it -lighten the pain
before i die i'd like to explain, to all the friends that i have
that i ain't never been this depressed, or mentally black
afraid i'll never be back, that was the straw that broke it
co-workers catch me crying, like you ok dog -you chokin?
are you jokin, i hope they ain't real tears nigga be tough
i said nah, i just realized my daughters mom isn't in love
these bitches is nuts, you the hardest workin kid in the biz
at that moment, i realized who the fucking idiot is....
they say its money over bitches, but the bitch is the grind
a mans weakness is his greed, please forgive me for mine
or give me a sign, a black eye -or run me down with a truck
been on my ass my whole life, im fucking bound to get up
i've been fouled -i've been punched, i can stomach defeat
but this karma that im eating, it just doesn't agree..
end of the mutha fucking week, round the fourth of july
feeding me lines, like your time's more important than mine
no one forced you to lie, i know your patterns and shit
you act like a bitch, and blame me w.hen i actually flip
i'm rather convinced, deep inside you ain't forgotten me
but i just can't forgive, anymore weak ass apologies
though id probably, take you right back circumstantially
if you drop child support, so that you can't abandon me
my beliefs are based on this family, always ready to build
its just hard to breath life, into whats already been killed
guilt, from some you love me shit back into you hate me
accepted you as my lady, the connections through our baby
hoping that maybe, if i fall back you'll be able to grow some
takes one to know one, immature ideas -trying to show love
but im done, this time i learned what could never be taught
let the love go, if comes back n leaves then forever its lost
exhaust, let some steam off in the booth and release..
the truth is a beast, im just glad its over now -truly at peace.

Title:

Title: Genocide & Sound Collab -Untitled

listen..
this that heavy handed heartache deep shit
the kind of feelings you cant even go to sleep with
secrets, the type of shit you keep bottled inside
cause it hurts, way fucking worse than swallowing pride
you try to survive, with poor decisions killing your soul
the impact it has, kinda sort of when a building explodes
with children enclosed, i got bubbles and thick guts
like how the hell i fuck something this big up
i tried to explain what, my true intentions were made of
she laughed in my face, n cut me off before i could say much
walked away tough, even though i wanted her so
blown, as i watch something beautiful come -and then go
maybe innuendo, or a patch of sour venomous grapes
cant be quick to judge, for that i have to get a good taste
a perfect ass and incredible waist, something like wifey to me
but she cut me off short, when she let her spite intervene
i mean, maybe i wasnt completely honest at first
im looking for dreams, was hoping you could honor my search
told me i was a jerk, which i prolly deserved but...
you should understand a man, before you desert one
i try to exert love, communicate and all this horseshit
either your shy, or as bored as my hardwood floor is
handcuff you like im law enforcement, your stuck here now
while everything i say goes in one ear -then out
i ain't your pen pal, fuck this text conversational shit
i wanna speak vocally, when i explain your a bitch
certain anger exists, only emphases can define
you never get it, listening to messages with your eyes
i guess it isn't alive, because it lacks any meaning
try to understand, i need the satisfaction of screaming

you complete my circle but i can tell that you care none
if you did we wouldn't always end up back at square one
scenario - i'm an idiot and you say i'm acting crazy again
you're too busy spending your happy days with your friends
you're face never grins; i can tell your patience is thin
i start out last, only hoping it's first place i will end
girl, i can't fake or pretend cause it's a shame and a sin
if i gave you a second chance you'll do the same shit again
and on the richter, the level of hurt and pain are a ten
once we had patched it all up but you're complaining again
beaten black and blue, can even see the change in my skin
in this game i play by your rules knowing i can't even win
i was faithful, thought i would try to hurt you? please...
i'm low down, terrible - yet you wear my Nike shirt to sleep
never gave a fuck about Layla, Brandy, hell Chloe or Kesha
FUCK ALL of those broads, sluts, bitches, hoes, senoritas
on some real shit i could'a had em', coulda turned from you
they were pretty - but at the end of the day they weren't you
i just want you back so fuck bravado, and fuck all my pride
here, you can have this iPhone - and all of the numbers inside
hold up, wait, fuck you bitch, swear i'm about to lose it man
i snapped, i'm sorry, now do you understand how confused i am?
when i notice your a fraud you tell me to stop, whats the use
it's amazing what a couple of pills and glass of Vodka can do
one minute i swear i'm right, next i'm like fuck it i'm stupid
some things i can only express properly when under influence
man, deep down i've come to realize that our hopes are a few
so what if i open up when i'm drunk - that's my only excuse
even though i hate your ass i'm forced to think you're a queen
now i'm down on one knee - tying my shoestrings 'fore i leave..

Title: Another Day, Another Dollar.

busting my ass to squash bills, when will the funds come
if hard work pays, where the fuck is my lump sum
my love bun, collects support for the child i'm raisin
wanna help bitch, then you better get mine or get naked
real life's been trying my patience, i'm bout ready to snap
been waiting on taxes, but the feds want that revenue back
jobs got me bending in half, sick of killing myself
i'll rob a bank and die, rather take a million to hell
civilian in a villainous shell, economies been drifting away
when your stocks crash, i'll be there to pick up the change
until i rip up the stage, minimum wage is all im'a see
such a bad hand, got lower case cards up my sleeves
hard to believe, without at least a queen who can flush
well she does, my whole check before i see any stubs
tired of being a bum, too much money to even collect
hate asking for help, your crazy if you think im'a beg
or borrow instead, give me dinero just to hit me for more
friends'll smile in your house, but wipe thier shit on your door
been there before, thats why my fucking circle is tight
whole in the middle, could squeeze away the purpose of life
it certainly might, woke up and i ain't ready for this
another day another dollar, swear to god i'm ready to quit.

Title:

Title: Do What Thou Wilt.

prt1
life is a mess, mainly been focused on money and wealth
sold my soul a while back, thought i was as hungry as hell
no weight was under my belt, pants about as baggy as fuck
the eye of a savage corrupt, fed into the madness of lust
blackness and dust, everything made sense for the moment
not blessed with the chosen, my testaments been decoded
deadly devotions, left with a never ending emptyness here
tempted with fear, blew breath in the air -excepted despair
maps were destined to bare left with my projection impaired
the blind at best unaware, why the hell else have i arrived
brewing beneath, visuals seen from an oculus eye in the sky
its obvious why im alive, a wicked pawn in this vicious game
everyday in the news, another sign each of the 6's embrace
a vivid display, that dollars are devils and people are fools
believe lies justified, by our new world orders devious truth
im leaving you clues, but its on you to do what thou wilt..
so clean your acts up folks, unless of course -you allow filth
i found guilt, but the ugly crowds still edging me deeper..
thoughts embedding the speakers, brainwashing the youth
watching you fools, vibe to kanye about dropping from school
im not to be moved, meant to be hardened but disillusioned
while your innocence, was stripped as a kid who listens to music
gripped by the fist of influence, that squeeze dried your mind
please find rewind, before jay-z's lucifer track is reversed
the vacuum sucks us back into earth, and our axis converts
reality actually hurts, that the dark prince wants to submerge
but we're so used to the madness, that nothings disturbed
a thin line under my words, separates me from a hell hole
i've self loathed and felt broke, but never wanted to sell souls
when my belt broke, i changed clothes and my whole attire fit
i am him, who no longer looks like you, nor desires it...
i walk the fires -cliffs, the brim stones of the world beneath
upon pearls and teeth, then i found beauty in my girls deceit
another hurdle leaped, conquered though you heard me weep
disturbed in sleep, as these dreams of deja vu come true
the time's coming near, when everything i knew gets proven.

prt2
heres the truth, lay you on the ground with your eyelids open
i hope in death you can see, what in life you were blind to notice
knowledge -focus, Baphomet is mankinds idea's of wisdom
evil has real existence, though its revered so it appears it didn't
fearless victims, can't be afraid of what they know not to exist
the rise of apocalypse, upon ground zero from its bottomless pit
politics swallow the myth, so hardened facts are hollow and scarce
told us not to beware, to follow a dollar sign and god will be there
have you forgotten your prayers? i need nor want not -for i have
math.. instead of a cave -we work to support the beast for a pad
you people were had, and your children are the target today
while the industry, replaces alters in church with altering brains
far from a saint, but feel compelled to share what i've learned
if your embarrassed in turn, my mission must apparently work
clarity served, false prophets carefully burn the document ties
gods have arrived, aliens are angels and demons identified
truth disguised by obvious lies, open your eyes and your vision
mind me and listen, what you know to be real is not realism
mind tricks -prisms, prisons contain wisdom and the angel of death
a hiding place where its kept, to assassinate the brain in its bed
it came as we slept, took information and they blatantly shove it
a higher learning, that sits atop the basic plain way above it
the government, manipulates the public puppets with strings
the beast elected, rinses evidence before we can discover its genes
are you coming with me, or do you not even follow the rhymes
obama's the guy, whos product was sold and forgotten with time
loved as if godly divine, who's popularity is narrowly present
the anti christ, loved and followed until he shows you where he is headed
an arrogant presence, as if to say i know the things that trouble you all
born under the law, controlled by an evil disguised of what it involves
the beast has fucking evolved, and you cant see it for what it is
the devil won, when he convinced you all that he doesnt exist

prt3
so i studied, until i slipped into a darkness and danced..
with the devil, now the world fits in the palm of my hand
its a pebble, or it was until my thoughts were enriched
lost as a kid, became a god who walks where you swim
meditates where dolphins exist, doesn't toss in his sleep
but talks to his sheep, who just applaud when he speaks
awesome indeed, and it didn't even cost me a lost soul
let me brainwash, then detail you until the results show
silhouette as a hawk floats, wingspan of a giant in depth
who's only begun, to improve through the tiniest steps
blessed, and i left my alter ego to lay behind as he wept
in a pile of flesh, evidence of despair i decided against
my desires intense, he who admires shall acquire himself
illuminate, and cast light that can test the fires in hell
silence compels, a nut lined with gold inside of his shell
who dwells alone, waiting for the proper time to unveil
pie divided by what lye's on a scale, weight of the news
being watched from outer space by a face in the moon
adjacent with our science, so explain what we're doing
but never mind it, i just embrace and keep movement
im safe and your stupid, cause lucifers an angel to me
discover the truth, store it in case we're playing for keeps
i debated for weeks, and was devastated when briefed
angels divided when Do What Thou Wilt was complete
i still didnt eat, wrote part 2 as demons quietly watched
part 3 is me, describing to you that i am a GOD.....

prt4
saw my spirit on its death bed, crying for help
laughed at by the monsters inside of myself
products of hell, talk to me of ulterior motives
compulsive behaviors, make me appear to be culprit
a lot closer to kosher, is what i wanted to be
but in the end, i'm still here with nothing achieved
demons under my sleeves, i became civil with those
but my child, will never reach fulfillment in growth
which kills me the most, i drown in repressed tears
i don't comprehend fear, but know that the ends near
devoted my next years, to a higher purpose for gain
i pray i never die, cause i don't deserved to be saved
my merger exchange, was my allegiance for wealth
but i couldn't control satans disobedient self
now i need to be helped, from the torture inside
i saw the future, and can't explain its morbid design
through porcelain eyes, noticed the blackness of cold
for that alone, my entire soul had to be sold
imagine the zone, i entered when reality struck
i took the throne, right before the castle erupts
statues of dust, grow as wind gusts settle debris
regret what i've seen, reflections of a devilish me
relevant dreams, become more fact than fiction
sacrilegious, shadows chant spells of black religion
and my laugh is hidden, disguised of cries and screams
that's when i realized, satan drives and inspires me
thoughts entirely, consumed that you might submit to..
another time, when blind ignorance was blissful
hoping to convince you, through my trials and errors
to learn from me, and not delve into the spiral of terror

Title: Da UndaGround Collab.

~Illergicreaxion.
this that old school underground battle ranks…
jabbing jibba jabba mouths with jagged shanks…
wreck em wit rabid fangs… n weapons from ratchet clank…
why start flexin… my hearts the complexion of shabba ranks…
and u bagger vance hard… if you bragging you vanguard…
u better have van damme, chan, and the son of sam in ur camp yard…
I spit cancer on ya candy yam bars… and plant scars…
On ya body with half a pipe like a ramp part… spangle stars…
Ya blood gallantly streaming in gallons while this animal screamin…
the foulest of demons… disembowl him and take his gal out in the evening…
without even treatin… who wanna test us now that we seasoned…
when we devoured emcees when… my body didn’t even have the power to semen

~Ignorant Prodigy.
Insulting a legend; The Angel of Death and you’ve ruffled my featherz
Counted the blessings of countless descendents; without an ounce of repentance
Gorging on souls; every morsel is a course of its own
So much so I’ve thrown up in droves; I’ve seen more chunks of spirits than porcelain thrones
The sound of my Fangs when I speak; is like pulling a blade from its sheath
Picking your veinz from my teeth; loving the taste as they bleed
The sensei; cracked your breastplate with twin blades
So I can braid your ribcage; with the artistry of Thomas Kinkade
The dark pope who’s lethal; the black smoke from roman cathedrals
Only I roll with the evil and unholyest of people; my control is unequaled
The threat grows; the thorn to your wilting red rose
A Walkin epidemic; Dropping head stones like cell phones in dead zones

~MC Greg Braid E. (rawnold)
We inherited a heritage of taking advantage of
Amateurs who snare their thoughts with a loss of character
At any cost will bury em, leave em tossed in areas
That shouldn’t be crossed by any faux, unless truly nefarious
We just aint scared of shit, with demons of our
Marrow of a scarecrow, foes weakened to the bone
Display malice toward cowardice, the meek shall be controlled
By power over balance, sick antisocial misanthropes
Who spoke ages ago, about sages and smokes
Sorts of torture, those who brought ya cages and cloaks
N berated all hope, have once again assembled the end
So resurrect the old temple, but ten fold, as we let the imbecile in….

~Curse.
so that's my cue, the lone pistoleer against the winds,
but the nature of a bullet has the spirit of a pen,
what a miracle it is to live- what I'd give:
to have a hand to lend when Amelias engines quit,
shit, in death it all but ends-
cuz this is when I hobby horse your head upon a stick, no rescue on attempts-
I know how to move a crowd the way Tiananmen did,
cuz if I go easy on you kids it'll be Vietnam again,
I'ma legendary myth written in Mandarin dialect,
I have stepped, off my crash landed comet-
godly, take salt from the tears of a prophet,
and taught man math thru spherical harmonics,
in foggy mirrors so when it clears I'm forgotton..

~Genocide.
Illuminated, smooth punch becomes raw volcanic chorus
you ain't seen niggas shine this hard, since danny torrence
slamming four inch -nails- into your hands and foreskins
just hope you came with extra strength -and endorphins
grand endurance, children of the corn and Da Underground
strike hardest, when you least expect us to come around
drunken prowl, duckin' down in fields with infected needles
searchin' for cures, to reverse these effects of def and evil
eccentric people, lethal cause we came with soul hunger
you'll hear 21 guns and t.a.p.s on replay ...ghost hunters
no wonder i suffer, and have yet to see bruce die harder
cause we opened the gates and raised hell ...clive barker

Title: Synopses

unfortunately, there's more to me than what i express
if i could put it in words, you would think im summoning death
if i sum it up in a breath, i'd suffocate fore im through
imagine the hatred in me, while i contain it for you !!!!!
can't hang with the truth, but i can blend with the lies
if your word is your bond, why is it bending it with mine
instead of defying, try to comprehend while i'm here
i found my dream girl, and i wish she never appeared
the devil is near, these problems run deeper than love
just scratching the surface, everything beneath it is mud
so i'm lethal with drugs, heartbreak -depression n rage
my true love was alcohol, especially when were engaged
i'm never afraid, to talk about the thoughts in my head
but then again, if i talked you'd prolly all get upset
cause and effect, so if realities a step i cant take drunk
then alcoholics are fucced, why the hell cant they run ..?

pride and paranoia, the pair that has imprisoned my soul
praying for sanity, prepared to find a different approach
i live in this globe, apparently designed by my demons
so this air that i breath, is just another sign of my weakness
I'm trying to beat this, repetitious pattern i weave
my original sins, the self inflicted habits of greed
i subsequently have to proceed, past the point of return
I'm to clean, to relapse against my poisonous germs
the voice of concern, is all the hell i hear when you speak
call me possessed when ..the only evil in this mirror is me
but appearance deceives, intervenes when the truth is defined
and the lies, are what produces lines between you and I
I used to try, and always wanted what i hated to be
my love is my life, why did you have to take it from me...?

the lonely life, searchin but I can't find companionship
or maybe just, i don't understand what a companion is
so answer this, why don't you even care my hearts hurt?
not perfect yourself, but i never share those harsh words
another sharp swerve and wrong turn, my vision is tunnel
sure.. your a sexy beast mah, but i don't live in the jungle
more innocent -humble, u take advantage of all the above
layed myself on the line, just for you to walk on like a rug
until lightning struck, i was to blind to see your true side
in-between trust n love, is apparently where the truth lies
two confused minds, ones older -and I'm tired of pain
but if i go to sleep now, i just might die where I'm laying
privately praying, but god's probably enjoying the show
i did the devils work once, didn't think he would torture me tho
i look at less fortunate folks, and i still feel no compassion
even though i have a heart, it bleeds through open gashes

been working hard to reach goals, won't buckle from stress
but I was sent here for the struggle, and I'll suffer to death
my concepts stay focused, waiting for something to change
my progression remains hopeless, afraid I'm stuck in my ways
I need a new trade ..just an idea that my company raised
problem with that, addiction is my only companies traits
I must be insane, the voice within my heads getting louder
tellin me do drugs n be a failure, but I'm failing without'em
counting the days going by, I'm twenty eight years deep
if you live and you learn, guess you graduate when deceased
i just aggravated the beast, annoying the women i love
my gene pools liquor n drugs, but cant swim when I'm drunk
and if that isn't enough, im drowning and hardly afloat
know what its like to die, the lord pardoned me though
a god awful approach, thats why i asked him for help
but walk around like christ, no sense in asking myself


I'm still bumping my head, and all i wanna do is react
but can't climb the wall, i built when my ruins collapsed
I produce an unusual laugh, everytime i notice a new brick
maybe i miss the misery, and can't cope with improvement
supposed to be human, but I won't accept imperfections
never settle for less, yet my rep is less than impressive
sexual preference, searching for an earth to hold hands with
though the sex is intense, when she isn't worth my romantic
romance is.. well -I'm just flirting with death and disease
almost definitely, aroused by percocets like a sexual tease
can't regret being clean, but doubt the demon's absenteeism
humor the dead me n laugh, sort of found a happy medium
hate the path its leading in, its almost like I'm ready to use
but don't ever judge me, unless you've walked in 70 shoes
when i get in the mood, maybe I'll change these concepts
for now.. hip hop has saved me, i can't explain the logik..

i know your looking for change, but the pains what i have to feel
if my world turns around, then somebody else grabbed the wheel
brake pads that squeal, make it harder for me to stop movement
love u hate u -fuck u trade u, I mite be lots of things -but not stupid
this is hip hop music, I write the real and I'll never stray from that
whats my life like?... nigga, if u had a clue you'd be afraid to ask
can't explain my past, then again -who the hell ever said lifes fair?
guess I'm just living my dreams out, to bad they were nightmares

Title: The High School Drop Out.

eyo yo eyo....
life used to be wack -fucced up n confused
never wanted to do drugs but i had to use
a failure who wouldnt keep his ass in school
there was always something better that he had to prove
mr popular, the type of kid who would stop the bus
just to blow a kiss at the populus
attention dephasite and never did amount to much
the class clown -only stuck around just to laugh it up
girls and a reputation he majored in
made some friends, but all he cared about was a place to sit
next to a nerd was his favorite..
so he could peek there and cheat when the grades went in
he had a few A's n B's but mainly F's
he was there for joke time and away for tests
his personal life was a crazy mess
but he made the best of a situation -stressed
never did homework cuzz at home he worked
he heard a buzz and he thought it was the phone at first
it was the inner man, made him feel dissowned at birth
just throw them headphones on before he goes bizzerk
other than that -he just never had no concerns
grew up pretty fucced cause he bounced around
26 or so years old and without a house
so when he isnt on the streets hes from couch to couch
gets locked up and tells you he was out of town
his family dont fucc with'em much..
because he pulled a couple ofstunts
stole money n drugs to catch a buzz -he was younger n dumb
he'd take it back if he could..is what he told a couple of bums
hes debating the past, hangin with the fake n the trash
cuzz there the only friends he has that aint got hate for his ass
so he sits there n waits, but his patience is bad
thats when he finds a newport and starts takin a drag
sittin there while the world just passes by
ive been catergorized, as the kinda cat who should die
i know i have the magic inside
my girl keeps askin me 'why' ?
i just gotta set aside all this blackness n pride
open my eyelids -n let whats happenin ride....

chorus x's whatever...if i only knew then what i know now
i never would of gave in -never would hold out
now i gotta make it on my own -n its cold out
i struggle everyday tuh maintain -but i know how


eyo yo eyo..
out of school on the streets
with nothing but the shoes on his feet
he was to incomplete, but he knew his music was sweet
had to get it together
or life would never get any better
makin moves -just so he could find some bread in december
he was starving today, woke up where the garbage was laid
with suicidal thoughts about a coffin n grave
"i cant make it anymore" -is what he started to say
then he turned around the corner -started walkin away
he could smell the cash on the guy beside him
so he climbed in his ride and he was reminded
had to go find a job -it wasn't gone find him
even though his lyrics were like fuccin diamonds
tired of everybody in his face, on his case
had to buy some new gear and erase the mistakes
appearance intimidates
and this man looks like he was raised in a cage
you could find him in a cypher -ripping it off stage
everybody in a distance was listening all day
n anxieties the reason he isn't at all paid
his confidence a little low, in the middle though
little did he know..
if he met the right person he could let his shyt explode
for now he lives in an asylum, of ignorance n violence
it sort of reminds him of a prison environment
either start up a career or this is retirement
fucc that, when reality hits i punch back
never fear -i have balls in my nut sack
i might of left for a while -but this is my comeback
im to sick with elevation, but i've developed hatred
an intelligent man with very little education
common sense educates him
life expectancy of 28 is what they estimated
given that fact he never expects to make it

chorus x's whatever...
if i only knew then what i know now
i never would of gave in -never would hold out
now i gotta make it on my own -n its cold out
i struggle everyday tuh maintain -but i know how

eyo..
hes a lyricist and still cant find a plug
so he keeps the hennesey inside his cup
hes gettin older, his hearts colder but the rhyme is tough
hes gotta make something happen fore his time is up
sick of being stuck in his head, where the comfort is dead
when it comes to the wrong people he can run with the best
he was happier before and now hes fuccin depressed
he cant blame it on the drugs, hes been sober for months
but hes only begun, living life knowing it sucks
somethings gotta give soon, like some positive news
the problem is huge...
he keeps fighting for the truth, thank god hes a goon
the suns falling n hes lost, disregard the impulse
hes dreaming of the past, relapse -and some horrible thoughts
he wakes up pretty ill, detox from the pills
he stops n he chills
some guy wants to know does he got any skills
so he properly spills, lyrics from the top of his grill
he just opened the door
and closed the one with coke on the floor
supposing that hes hoping for more
becuzz he knows hes dope and hes sure
so here's a chance to prove who he is, influencing him
to put away the booze n begin
living his life without hallucinogens
truelly convinced, that he can find some truth in the mist
hes been writing it down, sick enough to frighten the crowd
but his lyrics are like the cure -human vicidin now
people like him in town, n yesterday his life was in doubt
i guess the moral is, even if your poor as shyt
all it takes is a glimpse, and you can make some more of it


chorus x's whatever...
if i only knew then what i know now
i never would of gave in -never would hold out
now i gotta make it on my own -n its cold out
i struggle everyday tuh maintain -but i know how