ZenLand Part II

Zen · 04-09-2013, 11:15 AM

Part I-The Declaration
http://artofbattling.com/showthread.php?398-ZenLand

Part II-The Revolution

Each day is harder gettin slain by Karma wondering when I became a martyr?
Che Guevara. Things best change tomorrow or I'll leave in a flash of bullets,
Blake, relax and cool it. "Fuck that them bastards blew it,
You're an avid shootist, Couple magazines, gasoline and a match'll do it,
Face it mate this path you're cruisin is a disaster brewin,
You wanna nine to five til the time you die? Then collapse into ruin,
But if you're the Master...Prove it."
I AM the master of my destiny I just mask my complexities,
"What about your past felonies?" Those were from bouts of doubt and brash jealousy,
Now I'm past that, I'm on rap tracks tryin to grasp the melodies,
"HAHAHA Hashtag backtocelibacy!! You lack the relevancy
To make a success, What happened to breaking necks and taking techs
And blastin persons?" That was my last version, I'm past that person,
"Fuck that moment of doubt, foam at the mouth like a rabies bite!!"
You know what?

You may be right....

Because these people make me like.....
Grabbin nines and shootin fucks to pass the time and loosen up
A master primed and suiting up with a savage mind that refused to love
Them Garbage Kennedys, I'm starting remedies with Marxist tendencies
To rip apart the enemies that guard the industries from harm or injuries
Because it's hard to live in peace while we starve and live in streets,
God's arms in our reach, Pfft...I'd rather carve in a priest
And take his arm or limb at least when I'm charged on hennessey
Til the sun sets, but I ain't done yet then I target the ministries
With men armed with heat screaming, "Viva la Revoluccion!!"
On the eve of the conclusion....

04-09-2013, 11:15 AM	#1
Zen Arm the Homeless Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,102 Battle Record: 22-24 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 35079722	ZenLand Part II Part I-The Declaration http://artofbattling.com/showthread.php?398-ZenLand Part II-The Revolution Each day is harder gettin slain by Karma wondering when I became a martyr? Che Guevara. Things best change tomorrow or I'll leave in a flash of bullets, Blake, relax and cool it. "Fuck that them bastards blew it, You're an avid shootist, Couple magazines, gasoline and a match'll do it, Face it mate this path you're cruisin is a disaster brewin, You wanna nine to five til the time you die? Then collapse into ruin, But if you're the Master...Prove it." I AM the master of my destiny I just mask my complexities, "What about your past felonies?" Those were from bouts of doubt and brash jealousy, Now I'm past that, I'm on rap tracks tryin to grasp the melodies, "HAHAHA Hashtag backtocelibacy!! You lack the relevancy To make a success, What happened to breaking necks and taking techs And blastin persons?" That was my last version, I'm past that person, "Fuck that moment of doubt, foam at the mouth like a rabies bite!!" You know what? You may be right.... Because these people make me like..... Grabbin nines and shootin fucks to pass the time and loosen up A master primed and suiting up with a savage mind that refused to love Them Garbage Kennedys, I'm starting remedies with Marxist tendencies To rip apart the enemies that guard the industries from harm or injuries Because it's hard to live in peace while we starve and live in streets, God's arms in our reach, Pfft...I'd rather carve in a priest And take his arm or limb at least when I'm charged on hennessey Til the sun sets, but I ain't done yet then I target the ministries With men armed with heat screaming, "Viva la Revoluccion!!" On the eve of the conclusion....