[sral]

"Post-Apocalyptic" (2012)

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I inspire doom when I’m in a violent mood
Ya time is through like the moon when the sky is blue
Exact science made you wonder what pie has proved
But you ain’t really fly like automatic pilot dude
Since you have troubleshooting you probably a user
Change monikers but stay monitored on ya computer
Why go back again? Some say I’m drawing the future
I’m so happenin’ but they still call me a rumour
You don’t catch on so shutting my trap is useless
Rap is fluid like rapid movement in rapids stupid
You in a dry spell, I’m disappearing at sea
Let me remove all ‘doubt’... I ain’t hearing ya B
I’m the total package so mail this care of me
Seems you Bangkok dangerous like David Carradine
Felt to your pockets, few tricks up your sleeve
Once I pool my green take it as your cue to leave
Truthfully there will be mutiny if you muting me
I’m dead pool ten mutants deep and refuse to speak
So take a clue from me and can the detective shit
I put the pot in the kettle and planted the evidence
I paved your road to success then you decide to quit
With lines so makeshift you should be driving stick
There’s dumb luck in every bar and sentence I’ve said
I’m a fucking canuck, pardon my french like Quebec
On the brink of success like hockey rinks with one net
I can’t even the score unless your goals are not met
You’ll get totalled like addition, my mind’s a weapon
Think it’ll ever stop spinnin’? Dream on like Inception
On the rocks again, I came forth so I’m not meddlin’
Must be too-tired, I just spoke on what I’m peddlin’
Stop the presses, chances you got that message...
Non existent like punches with no pop culture reference
I’m a sitcom, 0110011001110101, the pilot episode
I’m so over your head it might as well be binary code
I bought my bitch gold when my crotch unzips slow
I am talking deep throat like The Washington Post
More bomb than Arlington Road, drop and explode
The devil’s in the details, God’s in Cliff Notes
If this seems a lil’ longer than some verses you wrote...
It just means I’m killing one bird with two stones
I sound like a broken record that you may hold
But whatever I say goes... so if you sane, bolt
That flow’s so long winded a tornado got twisted
Yet all this multi-tasking won’t get the job finished
It’s a brainstorm not a rainstorm, know your limits
Can be ill naturally but weak if you over think it
Since these kids go all out spittin’ rhymes per hour...
I can’t let my guard down like a prison’s sniper tower
I’m sealing fans in wet concrete under ceiling fans
Each punch packs a wallop like building dams
This my red dead redemption so you of course split
So whipped I go to town on you on some horse shit
I’ll devour cowards every hour if you’re fortunate
I say the important shit, I’m this forums fine print
So you my bitch if you don’t read the words I spit
Your signature defeats the purpose of the terms I give
Try my patience like shutter island I’ll shut ya eyelids
If you digest what ya eyes-red call me your highness
You got a hype man on stage but the crowd is quiet
They don’t buy it, he won’t help ya sell tix, Len Bias
Summon mine when air gets thick in ya own mind
I punch with a pair-a-normal fists when I ghostwrite
I’ll give you first prize so I can avoid spittin’
It’s like kinder surprise the way I gotta toy with ‘em
This rhyme was inscribed on timber in the valley
The paper you write on is literally litter in my alley
Your rebuttal better be not another text to read
Cuz if one of you flex on me it’s just muscle memory
I’m half human half machine so if y’all cut deep...
You would see nanotechnology in my bloodstream
These nanobots instil a leap of human abilities
‘Til we sit at the bottom of pools and never breathe
Live in ‘virtual’ realities and run at Olympic speeds
Then we’ll breed an even smaller inauthentic being
See if technology shrinks with each step that we reach
That’s evolution, which means God is technically me.