Padded Room Diaries: Margin scribble

[FR33KtheG33K]

uh. . these verses is doused in mysticism
for my soldiers who got abducted from the spot and got shipped to prison,
i lit the lizm, truth shining through these diamonds like i split the prism,
jewels dropped through seyonces in this kitchen, cooked crack when I spit these writtens,
i is the shit listen, kill the cipher leave not a damn witness,
i was razor blading grams down right in Grams kitchen,
one hundred grand the mission, i made a smooth transition
straight out of the man's prison to penning these bars in hieroglyphics.
i'm on a tight rope wishing the scales of justice were fairly balanced,
first drop already in the top five on the website and barely challenged.
scarey cowards , i shall set fire to the pad you write in..
... these punchlines equivalent to a stiff jab from Tyson.
i sit back and light it, construct these bars behind my third eye lid,
then spit hot like a dragon with gingivitis..

...haha siike naw....

if they criticise me i just pray the truth be told,
these written equivalent to scriptures, dead sea scrolls,
third eye blinking, trying to focus in...my mental peep hole,
the enemy is closing in, my last shot no free throws.
ugh, I am the voice for the vocaless, a vocalist
who won't hesitate to choke a bitch until her throat gives,
I'm not one of these boasting kids, but you can quote this
my sprite dirty mix it with the purple prosthesis and create my potion.
something like an al-Chemist, repping al-kayda, used to play the hallways with dubs the size of now n laters,
play the throne leaning, bow to the greatest..
scroll down your playlist, ill click-kaPLAOW your favorites