Fortune Teller

jdeek · 01-04-2014, 10:49 AM

I'm patient, but I'm achin' to spit it. I gotta spray it
just to get it out the way 'cause it's decayin' my pages, OK?

Never complacent. My species' been endangered
by strangers that's spittin' feces. Never matchin my thesis.
Beastly characteristics in characters that I'm piecin' together.
I'm packin' letters to flatten those packin' pieces.
Emptyin' vocal clips, to bury a hopeful's wish,
to ever be dope as shit. I'm ending it. Over with.
Fallin' from the heavens to go 'n hit 'em with scrypts.
Descending from open rifts from the solar system 'n shit.
Potent visions depicted wit' vivid description.
Rippin' these bitches to slivered strips 'n inflictin' inner confliction'.
Alterin' all decisions and ambitions to diss 'em.
The man's lips are drippin venom. He's ready to come 'n kiss 'em.
Poisonous. Destroyin' this by deployin' this boisterous
voice in this choice of music I'm usin' for my enjoyment
when I

Hit 'em with a flow, that'll make 'em lose breath
Ill, yet so chill. I'mma give 'em gooseflesh.
Tarot card reader, and for you I choose death.
But that's all that's in the deck, and you knew it.
Who's next
x2

Wreck it wit' what I'm pennin' again and sendin' a message
that you shouldn't test it, 'less you want stretchers and paramedics
attendin' all ya addresses wit' stethoscopes to ya chest's 'n
checkin' ya vitals. Findin' you dyin' from what I'm sketchin'.
Check it.
The guys pretendin' they ride or dyin' with methods of lyin'
find out in seconds what rhymin's bout when I step in-
side of the booth and tell 'em I ain't ridin' like a felon,
but I'll drown 'em in the flow. Like homocidal Magellan.
The gel in my pen'll freeze you. Have you on pins and needles
and panickin' when you see you can't even manage to breathe.
Realizin' the hook's holdin' more truth than you imagined
as you eye'n patterns flashin'. Feelin' ya air retractin'.
Lungs gettin' to spazzin' as your vision's goin' black.
You start reachin' to-wards Saturn. Beggin' God fo' his actions.
But no one's gonna save you from grabbin' ya chest,
collapsin' and dyin' in satisfaction 'cause that's what the fuck'll happen
when I

Hit 'em with a flow, that'll make 'em lose breath
Ill, yet so chill. I'mma give 'em gooseflesh.
Tarot card reader, and for you I choose death.
But that's all that's in the deck, and you knew it.
Who's next
x2

had the hook on another verse that i never got around to finishing...like it better here anyway.

01-04-2014, 10:49 AM	#1
jdeek Junior Member Join Date: Jan 2014 Posts: 21 Rep Power: 0	Fortune Teller I'm patient, but I'm achin' to spit it. I gotta spray it just to get it out the way 'cause it's decayin' my pages, OK? Never complacent. My species' been endangered by strangers that's spittin' feces. Never matchin my thesis. Beastly characteristics in characters that I'm piecin' together. I'm packin' letters to flatten those packin' pieces. Emptyin' vocal clips, to bury a hopeful's wish, to ever be dope as shit. I'm ending it. Over with. Fallin' from the heavens to go 'n hit 'em with scrypts. Descending from open rifts from the solar system 'n shit. Potent visions depicted wit' vivid description. Rippin' these bitches to slivered strips 'n inflictin' inner confliction'. Alterin' all decisions and ambitions to diss 'em. The man's lips are drippin venom. He's ready to come 'n kiss 'em. Poisonous. Destroyin' this by deployin' this boisterous voice in this choice of music I'm usin' for my enjoyment when I Hit 'em with a flow, that'll make 'em lose breath Ill, yet so chill. I'mma give 'em gooseflesh. Tarot card reader, and for you I choose death. But that's all that's in the deck, and you knew it. Who's next x2 Wreck it wit' what I'm pennin' again and sendin' a message that you shouldn't test it, 'less you want stretchers and paramedics attendin' all ya addresses wit' stethoscopes to ya chest's 'n checkin' ya vitals. Findin' you dyin' from what I'm sketchin'. Check it. The guys pretendin' they ride or dyin' with methods of lyin' find out in seconds what rhymin's bout when I step in- side of the booth and tell 'em I ain't ridin' like a felon, but I'll drown 'em in the flow. Like homocidal Magellan. The gel in my pen'll freeze you. Have you on pins and needles and panickin' when you see you can't even manage to breathe. Realizin' the hook's holdin' more truth than you imagined as you eye'n patterns flashin'. Feelin' ya air retractin'. Lungs gettin' to spazzin' as your vision's goin' black. You start reachin' to-wards Saturn. Beggin' God fo' his actions. But no one's gonna save you from grabbin' ya chest, collapsin' and dyin' in satisfaction 'cause that's what the fuck'll happen when I Hit 'em with a flow, that'll make 'em lose breath Ill, yet so chill. I'mma give 'em gooseflesh. Tarot card reader, and for you I choose death. But that's all that's in the deck, and you knew it. Who's next x2 had the hook on another verse that i never got around to finishing...like it better here anyway.