My lines are intergalactic missiles/ I lead a pack of wolves charging at your pitbulls/ harzadous rhymes/ murderous styles/ Even in my lowest state Im still infinite like the number negative pi/ Im gorging at your sternum/ A hundred thousand bars per annum/ with their own consciousness, little viruses that mutate in your brain when you scan em/ Im a viper running insane with the vernom/ My lyrics metarmorphosize and change frame when I pen em/ Penning at incredible speeds/ with a level of speech that demonizes the rest of my lyrical feats/ My pivotal peak will reverse the motion of the planets and have the universe vibrate when I speak/ You cannot fathom the levels Ill reach....
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 19:24:34 +0000
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