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My life: 11:16 PM


yo, ..

………this still ain’t the end

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It’s getting late in the evening : : : my most modern past foreshadows a lame punch and dumb rhyme… it’s not enough in crunch time -- with zilch to show for my attainments but a ‘whore behind on schedule’…, since now, all I can think of is a ‘fukk’n cum line’………
- - solemn………
I’ve convened my cross now…..got my ‘intoxication on repeat’ to savor my ‘last daze’…everything I do will always favor the rap game….don’t matter though, cuz….yu all will still get ya ‘butts smoked’ like ‘dope fiends raiding my ash trays’………
Still got my eye on the machete to sever tears caused from heaven’s fears…., cuz I always wanted to be undefeated from Day 1, to impress the peers with each measure geared; but……check this, I’ve been beaten 32 times – in over 7 years………
- - and still………
I constantly top your HOF with sick drops that peel its grace in wit, knowledge, skill; spared hatred…, but nowadays most vets get “pushed off track then retire” like “pit stops in wheel chair races”………




My Life: 3:48 PM

As for the essentials on my existence….i’ve always stated as much….it’s funny though…..still people worship my sheetz of rhyme, even though it’s nowhere near what I’m capable of….but when I’m gone, what will u do now…?…guess your faith is annulled………
You brawl facetious..,. but…since I’m prolly evil you’ll be hollow, see-thru…cuz….here’s how I ‘kickstart a punchline’…, check this, when Apostle preaches : ‘from every thought ya life drips from my hands and feet’ : hmmm, maybe they should call me Jesus………{ha, maybe}
My skills tie cults of hating races, shaded faces of brilliance inquire to hold the cap of every pen I touch;…serious yall….only time I’ll ‘hold ya life close to my heart’ – is when I tell you to “feel my pulse”………(ha!)
I’ve described my metaphysical life form in about a million words….brain waves still keep spinnin..; no matter what the wheel is worth…when even my stillness murks > It’s like I ‘planted the seeds of banks in Chicago’, way I’ve been ‘Ill. Cents birth’………
My lines defines the mesh in rap….as far as ya anger goes..; when hell starts serving jungle juice and crackers, ha.. that’s when my rise inside of text get’s lapped…but....seems like yu fags are “basketball photographers”;.. way you just “hide behind the net ‘n snap”………
Assassinate drops unbroken….might as well leave this verse on u ‘faggots bathroom stauls’ – cuz imma get a lot of “O sh!ts”..d@mn!..;.. eww, toxic omens ,.. feed on ya rational cadavers - ..….how I ‘lift more eyes to(2) browse(brows)’ than ‘shocking moments’………

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My Life: 6:24 AM

- ‘Ain’t As Tight As I Was When I Started’ – Still Leave You ‘First-timers Fukked’…Spit The Blast To Mirror Your Heart’s Sound; And To Make It Interesting, JRite’ll Leave Ya Threads Trashed In A “Ham-per, Sandwiched”, Like “Cafeteria Stock Counts”………
You Primal Sluts…Here’s My Sperm Count To Infuse Inside Ya Guts…Nasty huh, .. But Seriously, You Kids Have No Life Cuz When I Was ‘Celebrating Mid-terms’ Yall Were Trynna Come Up With A ‘Final Punch’………
SMH @ u;.. From ‘Internet Porn To Rap Boards’ …But I – Yes, I Planted The Seeds And Your Growth Is Through The Vine;…..My Occurrence Here Is Your ‘Thought’s Paraphernalia’ – Just To Give You ‘Herbs A Different Approach Into The Mind’………
When I Drop Spades It Catches Every Aspect When Your Strongest Points Expressed Are In A Cyclops Faze; .. Death Comes After This…..When I ..Cremate Ya Body And Put Ya ‘Head In A Box’ Like A ‘Hi-top Fade’………
And Ya Brain’s Braided Too…With Crayons And Straight-Stitched Antics Played On Words I’ve Baked In An Oven – Ya Grave Praises You, ha…., Cuz ‘Ice-teal Heat’ Battles With A ‘Flow That’ll Leave Ya Face Shaded Blue’………
Finally, Or Again…? - Whichever It Is, JRite’s Spillin’ A Hundred Puns.. Have Ya Facin’ The Ceilin’ When Punches Lunge ...Quick To “RIP Through Ya 6 Packs” Like I Was Doin The “Killin’ Wit Tummy Guns”………
But Really, You Punks Respond With Insularity Graven…Yet, .. My Braveness Rests Your Past – Simultaneously I Slap ‘Dyna, Mace And Logic With Apostle’s Obligation’ : Oh sh!t, Then Turn On Myself ,.. To ‘Save The Best 4 Last’………

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( - Logic_4 Dub - )
.. but yet infact'.......


We rap with earnest - ...molding thoughts through lines
that do much more than pass the surface...... - and still....
i stand in amazement.. as people praise lines unknowingly that i wrote Wack on Purpose
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( and thats sad cause )
It bores me now.... - so i walk along egg shells on this bonded path
forever its off the top when logic raps.... and i should stay a modest man .... but
the only way these 'bitches takin me out'... is through a 'Sadey Hawkins Dance'
And still i never scorn -..as i've watched numerous names defeat me in several wars -
on some clever plore... when in reality - i dont know how i ever win
when i give all my opponents a week to complete a better score.... -you cant dispute that-
( as i take a look back )
I see that.... my whole life i've lived to eat, sleep and Breathe Rap ... as i grin
cause most of my 'lines spin inners' that most people pass upon - like the Dreamcast
( but i'm a natural.... thus )
I'm callous in speech - the perfect blend of multi and punch make the balance complete
dont care what challengers see........ cause
fact is -... i leave most kats 'walkin in circles' - like 'Elephants Feet'.......... but
Dont confuse slang - i'll 'send you to Michael faster than an EYES BLINK', when spittin a loose phrase
til your left an 'outline of a BAT in the sky'.... like signaling Bruce Wayne
My views change - but i'll forge still... n prove my worth more than any course will
and continue to post with Muslim eating habits... cause logic was 'Bore-Nill'
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( let me break it down )
We've crafted art - so look at the image and Graphic Arc .. as the Canvas Sparks
depicting 'PAUL baring theorys of Armaggedeon'
so the 13th Apostle and Logic can be mentioned in the same light as a "Sha77ered S7ar"
( and still.. i'll forever thirst for war.... therefore )
Our fames collosul - ..Dub is, the sultan of punches... and nobody can tame Apostle
so when foes chose to 'have the last word' in the verse
we simply 'Reduce P.S. too'... like re-designing a Gamers Console.... .. plus
The aim is hostile -..and we've ample skill...proven our hand and will... on the battle field..... thus
your death will be our 'darkest highlight'
so when the 'Rigomortis sets in'..... youll remain.. 'In our Shadows STILL'









- signed