Grendel; Born of The Flesh (w/ WINDSPRINT)
BLOOD/Windsprint
NIGHT/Killamanjaro
Internal struggles befuddle me-so I word verses in subtlety/
Exert versions of puddles, deep-with herbish rubbish that puzzles me//
Merk in cursive and muzzle these-phony murderous thug emcees/
Immerse’em and spread it as a person to person blood disease//
Since the days of Jesus-we’ve upheld this amazing thesis/
And cross deserts in harsh weather to rip fakes to pieces//
Never shake in the least bit-contemplate when the beat hits/
Put a tape in Alesis-and have her create me a fetus//
So I can continue on-genes stream…assemble songs/
Home alone, pencil chromosomes to bring my kids along//
Spill and I spark flows just to make the bitch gone/
Cuz at the peak of Killamanjaro, you know the Wind’s strong//
..what is my name, still trying to avoid personality clashes
..from combatively passive, to being in all actuality distracted
..by voices hidden in memory of visions from exploited victims
..a prison of young boys n' women sipping on the poison written
..but yet I've enjoyed the listen of raps proned to destroying children
..buried in gravesites, still moistened, glistening poison in daylight
..rising after the rain dried, like the Sun of Man I died the same night
..but from the horizon I regained life, but back to the soil I'll take it
..a predator hunting the sacred, suddenly dying young becomes painless
..so sacrificial lambs become one as I begun bludgeoning aimless
..the One shunned from his matrix, so I begrudgingly pumped magma
..stabbing emcees that recovered till I'm camouflaged in blood plasma
..a slug mantra, or symphony of weapons blast in the background
..wack lyrics heighten my senses, so I lay snares crafted to match sounds
..yet as empowering as disemboweling coward emcees may seem
..devouring fields of dreams I'll bury teeth deep as a priest's belief
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