its like a water gun, with the trigger oiled son, spittin out mental puns from just the pulse from my thumb, thats right i got aimed at myself cuz I dont spit a damn thing to anyone else that i didnt put up on a shelf in the halls of my conscious wealth and let it marinate like a fine cut steak from the flanks of fate, served up rarer that a date for a man thats married to his mission and the gear in his crates, and i got an antidote for that which sedates all my brothers and sisters makin em sleep late, and I aint talkin sunday mornin, im screamin wraiths in the water and death on the plates and i wont stop warnin bout the hard climb up to find a lock on the gate and how i pulled out my set a keys and slammed the lock to the slate cuz i was given a pattern decoder that spins at a ridiculous rate and i didnt get it from drinkin ovaltine or eatin boxes of bait, i was tested, bested, infested with lessons, behested by vested imams of the original masjid, crested with nests in the locks of my questians knockin on the doors of all the taxmen who pressed with and messed with the children of men, im gonna show you sin, long enough you have picked on my kin, the hunting season on your ass just got permanently opened
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 12:59:15 +0000
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