[Exis]

I couldn't give a fuck 'bout spittin' lines in a booth...
or written rhymes just for you...
as what be shinin' on thru,
is a side of my inner self I want real rhymers to view...
the beauty's within us yet the beholder is blind yo...
and braille readers can't feel the truth...
when it's only false that's behind those...
trailin' the miniscule,
now there's a failure you've mastered in the playgrounds of mini school...
if I laid down a list of rules you'd struggle to follow them...
if I sprayed clowns while grippin' tools...
you'd buckle from hollows friend,
my mission is nothin' more than to leave you obliterated...
as I am what's fuckin' raw and you are what didn't make it...


Aye,

It seems...

everybody's a little bit anxious...
considered an anus,
a smidgen past insanity's clenches...
on the way to becomin' a legitimate wanker,
a critic slash hater when an animals penned this...
you're nothin' you ass rags...
but fuckers that trash class...
and bein' on the brink of beginner...
is sumthin a billion grasp sacred in the year twenty thirteen...
yet none of y'all write...so chea,
no need to fear plenty namean?...
you could give me a hundred to life,
I'll take the crisp Benjamin please...
and all the bars that you'll pay for,
have been packed into sentences that you can copy and paste more...
'cause then you'll get the props that you wanted...well obnoxiously crave,
and so constantly claim thru the most preposterous ways thought...
when it's an Exorcist piece,
released from the pen of an Exis that'll conjure belief...
Bitch if I can conquer Al-Qaeda then I can stomp on your team...
if I can soften your cypher I'm the hardest to breathe...
right on top of your vitals...
before you've carked it, deceased......................
after the heart isn't beatin' and it's only darkness you see...
I could've carved you a feast,
weather or not you was tempted to eat...
amongst the ones who bring carnage with such remarkable ease...
to where it's often best you concede, no locked on target is freed...
I bet the truly ruthless conclude shit before the start of it's schemed...
I'm fuckin' armed to the teeth, a uno man army in movement...
I'll leave your carcass in pieces before the end of the read...
when I enter the premises partna...
your quick to exit namean? I'll be sure to empty this cartridge...
clocked at milliseconds in speed,
then I'll watch it tear thru the cartilage 'fore a niggas skeletons reached...
but that there's hardly the issue, my departure won't miss you...
now give this artist your feed...
like poverty stricken countries around us that be starvin' in need.