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Old 11-05-2024, 03:38 PM #609
Sinacog R.Killsbury 3000 Sinacog's Avatar Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 2,299 Battle Record: 4-25 Rep Power: 8129214 Sinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant futureSinacog has a brilliant future Default Uh, money skimmer with a huge grin Pockets fat, the bouncer said I couldn't bring those jewels in. (I did) Right through the security scanner. Clearly standing there, with my hands up. Said I didn't care, 'cuz I plan ta Still kick my feet up, like terrible dancers Yeah, I'm serious. Guerilla warfare - my gear, is bananas. I carry it, like I carry these stanzas. Yo, slide in like Kramer do. Catch these hands, this the type of show you gon' pay to view. I don't know what to say to you Other than I'm Agnostic, so, fuck the god you are praying to. Nigga, you should pray to me. Crazy life, homie - C'est la vie Hopping; riding the train, for free. Chop the tree from the root. Only did it to save the weed. Said I'm money-conscious, but that's what paving the way, for greed. Cop these hands as soon as you cop an attitude... You get that one on the house. Just don't blame me there for the shattered roof.. Let the glass come through... raining on your head See the gash, for proof. Then rob your ass before you can stash the loot. After that, take the cops on a fast pursuit Suicide By Cop, so that they have to shoot. DON'T SHOOT ME! Keep it tight, but I - flow loosely. Aye yo, truthfully. When I die? They gonna bury this booth with me. Truthfully, I'm Limitless - you're not gonna Bradley Cooper me. British slang: I need two for tea. That's tea for two. At the pub, drinking tea to two. The place is open from three to two. Such a stalemate, I don't even move You have a lot of books, mate But what you can't do, is read the room. And I revel in glee and doom... If I was black, ghostwriting allegations is something that we'd assume... Not me, but you! So 'reel', you cut me? n' Scarface scenes begin bleeding through. So real, surreal... uhm... siri and cereal. Enough horsepower 'round here to lift a rabbit in a merry-go... Horsepower round.... hare... - uh, here we go. If you have to explain it, Celph, it ain't lyrical. (it ain't) Well, fuck it... tell the new gen DX fans to suck it... Lines Mos Definitely gon' cause a Rawkus I would guess that's it, but nothing further to prove... Carrie shit. I get angry? And the furniture, move. For those observing with conservative views, deserve to be used in the same way the Absurdist construes... Living their reality by the tournament's rules... Subjecting yourself to a fear based on what you've heard in the news... How are you a cog in the wheel when you're turning the screws? I'm not surprised.... natural doctrine Modern philosophies, prophesized. Can't get yourself out of that metaphorical cage you were boxed inside... Watch the rise of attention span dissipation Like a Thanos snap to every progressive step that is lost, to time. Guess now I'm crossing lines...don't want to hear it, do you... Wondering why they call it "the machine'.... 'cause it is here, to 'screw' you... Blah... classless... rolling my eyes... my mask is slipping But to no one's surprise, it is only to expose the disguise... I mean, they told you the lies... you 'could' have believed them... But you chose to be wise... From riding the waves, to seeing the goal, over the tides. Cryptic texts perplexed by faux sentences... so dense that it's meaning is denoted by its own emphasis... So, don't mention it...snow don't hold up to this cold penmanship.... Enough control to overload senses with Ugh... that means the brain can die from the pain that I... - inflict with my display of lines Doctors checking your head, n' realize there's nothing to save, inside. (Nope) You were dead before they arrived... How stupid could they be to see that you ain't alive?!!! (huh?) Shiieet.... is there a life after death? Must be greener on any side where the grass is kept... Guess now I have to check (looks good) Find it hard to live up to that respect when rhymes feel like trauma-bonding from past neglect... Every word that they repeat... Servicing the meek.... Echo chamber strong enough to reverberate the street choir... If you don't have the heights to make it, then reach higher... Food for thought, dropped, and placed inside of a deep fryer. Special linguistics through text, in an instant. See the messages so perplexing - it's pimp shit. Not sure why they would question it, though. I guess it's the whole shifting blame being spread, from the globe. See provisions to drive further at the end of the road... Following the directions in which people were pretending to go... Fighting the passion is a life without defending your soul Speak truth from the onset, n' watch how your enemies, grow. Have to be honest, it's taxing what the mental can hold... 5 minutes after the other guy dropped... Watch me arrive, got many lines outside of my thought, that I'm shocked. (really) Pulsate the main nerve, watch the movement sync... High society's here - that's how they choose to drink... It's not a snobbish endeavor, at least not how you would think... The glass is half empty before it's taken up to the sink... Bend reality through the browsers you use... That's how the power ensues... When the back and forth mantra is pulling you out of your shoes. Watch as the journeyman travels as he scours his tools.. A wrinkle in time fades down into the sound it pursues... Shorter than Verne Troyer and Peter Dinklage... Suffering from a 3 feeter shrinkage. Said that with southern slang - I don't even English. Separated by classism, so we distinguished Open doors like a Janitor, come see the keys that we be in-sync with Doors open, then close on you. What you going do? Double Impact, got me rolling through, like the Bolo' dude. Dragging kicks with dragon kicks - showing you the Komodo shoes... Know the cues. Righteous with rights for this, but I don't accuse... Niggas are shocked, they must have done blown a fuse... Tell Lee's Estate don't fight for the money, son, let it go to Bruce... He's a legend. Paint a mural in his honor... Brandon died, a tragic story, like son, like father Anyway - Aquafina, dog. The flow like water... Be ready with the Raybans when those lights harbor... An energy like no other, refracted hues in the crystal ball... See him with no green, 'till you cross his path n' then piss him off. Ugh... bow out, gracefully. Grow to such lengths through the agency, there's no space for me Spatially aware of the operation, so tastefully Tell these actors to exit stage left, before they can make a 'scene'. Said I got grays I've seen... Follicles fall off of my face, once the razor's clean of the shaving cream I talk about mortality like Trump does degenerate shit.. Not something you can cure professional grade medicine with But you already know I'm staying clear... glass-box... See the future through past thoughts... Got the combination - I'm just hoping this latch, locks. Otherwise it's open, for good. If I didn't seek out my self-help, then nobody would. Wondering why anybody with money would want to go to the hood When being the top dog became a bad Omen, for Suge So, it makes sense a full circle moment's appreciated... Diddy put out the hit, n' got hit with what he initiated... I'm not judging, nobody's hand is clean... What's in the dark, eventually comes to light, so it can be seen. Slowly exhale... to alleviate the emotional scale... Participation trophies are the norm, that way? Nobody fails... Yet, the system does... it doesn't get better, with practice... It goes this long... we end up placing first, in the mental gymnastics.. Place last in the race for using common sense... End up losing everything as a consequence... Skies are getting gray... They say life's a bitch, and then it rains... Find yourself tight rope walking the wet terrains Fucks with your mind to a point of causing genetic strains Digging at your heels only for the outcome to never change Power in the words as you say it... So much so that you learn to obey it... To avoiding it completely, 'cuz the term is archaic... How does that go, you get old n' then you die someday? Cold water washing over, I would imagine you ride the wave... Signs of compliance may work at keeping your mind at bay Designed to comfort you for the sleepless nights that you cried away But rest assured, the outlook is looking good, if you rise, today. Don't be fooled by the lies they say Or the rules that they try dissuade.. Only use it to my dismay... heartbroken by yesterday's sorrow... So don't be surprised if it is used as a reflex, for tomorrow. Hit me with the "I'm tired, boss". Worldview "Upside down", like Diana Ross. Open doors like Kramer. You hear the creak, then I slide across. The entire loss of my morals is too much for my soul to subside the cost... Walk around with this chip on my shoulder & Cheeto crumbs... Only if I can see the sun... Help me shine a light onto the taverns I'm leaving from... They're not ready for the type of person that we become... Talking down, like I am the evil one... Wish I was, so we can justify it, to voters... Got the same mental fortitude that's required of soldiers... Inside of my soul looms a sleeping giant that I try to control Or perhaps it will be funny story when I'm a bit older... Say it again: life's a bitch, until you try to console her... Wind up dying in the crossfire by the time that it's over Shell casings like an entryway... Walking on eggshells, the smell of yolk brushing, against my leg. This murky feeling, represents a keg About to explode. Shrapnel pieces, fly... You either dodge it, or be at peace, to die. Scientists prodding the public, to reach the secrets we keep, inside. I mean, I'll happily tell you. Perhaps then you'd know the hell that I had to excel through. Instead of putting on this facade n' nodding your head, agreeing. Making up contexts with attempt to search for a better meaning You ask what's the meaning of life? What if the answer could kill? Would you seek solace in the lie if it could enhance how you feel? Just maybe, that's hard to reconcile. Second wind's sputtering spurts... This is your once in a lifetime opportunity, yet you're under rehearsed... Looking back to the curtains for guidance, yet they're not in view... You want to be honest, but don't know who to be honest to I know I got vices. I tried to fight them n' failed... And that's more brutal honesty than anything in my life has entailed... Dark and twisted, morbid, and rough around the edges... I even find Santa odd, 'cuz there's just something about his 'presence'... Unfukwitable?! is fuckable like a nympho with pimples It's simple, you couldn't ''fuck with me'' with dope flows I'm KING ARTHUR WITH THE PEN'; what are you fukable? Untouchable is me; while you're unfukwitable, capisce? I'm pen' game insane! You're nothing! It's that simple! I'm sorry i ''KICKED U IN THE SHIN' when i decided to ''kick flows'' Rip flows! You're nothing! I'm NUTTIN" on your girls face All she wanted was *STARBUCKS* till' this *STARBUCKED*(COFFE)*COUGH FEE Best start flows, check art flow; best? I KNOW*ME I'll ''PUT THE SLUGS TO YOUR STOMACH'' like ESCARGO LISTEN ANIME LOVER! They’ll make Holograms of me that speak of my accomplished life His Holograms refer to how he built his image off of Bytes. You got weak bars, no flow, you just low rank, & Nothing light gettin thru this substance, its Opaque. Someone this dirty and Suite could put Brothels into business, So Anyone who ‘Picks—E sticks’ nose candy in they Nostrils for a living A rematch? Idk his fiend ass in the first place, So let me Puzzle this User with an Auto.. like CAPTCHA surveys. I’ll Louisville slugger smash you for ya stash til the cash pointed, Take ‘Ech—O locations’ over and you’ll hear nothin but Bat noises!. U a Snitch go watch DBZ b4 hell reaches for ya like Debura, He’ll go from “In-Forming from an Android” to a PERFECT CELL of torture! |
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