WhAtChAmAcAlLiT

Camp Bell · 02-05-2013, 02:41 AM

im on a mission to distance myself lyrically...
by scripting hell from an encrypted splinter cell, digitally
you dont have the energy to compete with my synergy
it's tom clancy wit bombs handy to drop fancy, literally..
i stay unconscious physically, stunt in a deposit box, mentally
comprising shocks of literacy, the dalai lama wasn't fit to read
psychotic hints of sicker keys, in sonic mixed wit cinder speed
driven by disease god has given me, until i reach a profitability
i'll religiously hock phlegm in speech, exhibiting prophet abilities..
my bold actions has the appeal of the goat, bo jackson on the field
jock my scriptures please, my post status dope, packaged for deals
on the block til my fingers freeze, holding packs to go, crack is my skill
i could make earth spinning cease, my flows' galactic hold on the axis is real
*hits joint*
this loud i'm getting high with, got me quiet as a church mouse the cat just killed
preaching to the choir only to be reminded, preachers lying to be hired is practiced, chill
while ya'll pageant&practice walking backwards in heels, i'll remain a blasphemous bastard at will

02-05-2013, 02:41 AM	#1
Camp Bell Senior Member Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 733 Battle Record: 10-18 Rep Power: 0	WhAtChAmAcAlLiT im on a mission to distance myself lyrically... by scripting hell from an encrypted splinter cell, digitally you dont have the energy to compete with my synergy it's tom clancy wit bombs handy to drop fancy, literally.. i stay unconscious physically, stunt in a deposit box, mentally comprising shocks of literacy, the dalai lama wasn't fit to read psychotic hints of sicker keys, in sonic mixed wit cinder speed driven by disease god has given me, until i reach a profitability i'll religiously hock phlegm in speech, exhibiting prophet abilities.. my bold actions has the appeal of the goat, bo jackson on the field jock my scriptures please, my post status dope, packaged for deals on the block til my fingers freeze, holding packs to go, crack is my skill i could make earth spinning cease, my flows' galactic hold on the axis is real hits joint this loud i'm getting high with, got me quiet as a church mouse the cat just killed preaching to the choir only to be reminded, preachers lying to be hired is practiced, chill while ya'll pageant&practice walking backwards in heels, i'll remain a blasphemous bastard at will __________________ get high. write rhymes.