[Geno]

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