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Unholy Terror
Im part of an advance civ the reasons why I cant let you life
Have you leaving hell with cracked ribs
The attacks I display are recorded in massiveness, over time
I Destroy bible passages with knowledge of rhyme
I can turn Jesus wine into pure black entity's that are from the devils mind
I can open holes without breaking a sweat
Your still in your youths its too easy to start breaking y'all necks
Be careful Fearful before I exhale the earths next virus of death
Every time you speaks its like lies and insects
I infect your soul, you will never be sanctified
Your still the reasons I am God and Well alive
Hope you are prepared to lose your eyes
With your views and trys trying kill me
You will end up in the river of blood that I will turn white
You looking up at heaven? I will burn sky's, holy water never purifies
I dare you to make the first move, so I can slowly prove
You dont have the energy that I have, I have no heart and I'm always fucking mad
Before I slit atmospheres and have plagues bleed
Dont beg please, I am never waiting
I am just saving, so I can finally feast
Talk shit, get slapped in the beast, cooked for weeks
Before I finally have mercy
Youre human, your poisoned by the daily consuming
Godflesh, I chill in sectors with smells of odd death
I dont eat like you thats fucking nonsense
Human blood is my nectar, Unstoppable
God designed me the devil built me, im them cloned together,
So you tell me whats illogical
I am probable, the crop circles codes I write are unsolvable
They're mad, very mad, hating that I rhyme with pens and pads
Get choke slammed back to the depths of
My best stuff is now lit up, I give up
They say I have more then ordinary talents
My pen is my only sword heavy malice
My head just keeeps on travailing
Have you leaving hell with cracked ribs
The attacks I display are recorded in massiveness, over time
I Destroy bible passages with knowledge of rhyme
I can turn Jesus wine into pure black entity's that are from the devils mind
I can open holes without breaking a sweat
Your still in your youths its too easy to start breaking y'all necks
Be careful Fearful before I exhale the earths next virus of death
Every time you speaks its like lies and insects
I infect your soul, you will never be sanctified
Your still the reasons I am God and Well alive
Hope you are prepared to lose your eyes
With your views and trys trying kill me
You will end up in the river of blood that I will turn white
You looking up at heaven? I will burn sky's, holy water never purifies
I dare you to make the first move, so I can slowly prove
You dont have the energy that I have, I have no heart and I'm always fucking mad
Before I slit atmospheres and have plagues bleed
Dont beg please, I am never waiting
I am just saving, so I can finally feast
Talk shit, get slapped in the beast, cooked for weeks
Before I finally have mercy
Youre human, your poisoned by the daily consuming
Godflesh, I chill in sectors with smells of odd death
I dont eat like you thats fucking nonsense
Human blood is my nectar, Unstoppable
God designed me the devil built me, im them cloned together,
So you tell me whats illogical
I am probable, the crop circles codes I write are unsolvable
They're mad, very mad, hating that I rhyme with pens and pads
Get choke slammed back to the depths of
My best stuff is now lit up, I give up
They say I have more then ordinary talents
My pen is my only sword heavy malice
My head just keeeps on travailing
Published 29th Apr 2012
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1st Oct 2012 2:12am
Pack your swords. Back and forth. Practice words. Massive allure. Ghastly and impure. It gushes and goes full, like push and pull in singles bars. Mingle with the stars? By far, that's kissing social disease. Falling stars keep missing me.
What kicks ass about your battle anthems is that they have the same feel as the underground. What I was hoping to express in my freestyle verse up there is the same rythymic cadence I get from the meter as well as psycho-structure of your work. One line sets em up, the other knocks 'em down.
"Your still the reason I'm God, well and alive."
"Hope your prepared to lose your eyes. With your views and lies trying to kill me."
"Human blood is my nectar, unstoppable."
It's a hard skill for many people to isolate, even those who are naturally gifted as cunning linguists, to set up the enemy emotionally, and then bring them down in the very next beat. I mean, physically, okay, skilled pugilists do it with the double-right to the body, left to the floating ribs. Just like your rhythm, two to one side to escalate, one to the other to end it and break. "Like Muhammad Ali, float like a butterfly, sting like a bee... hooks in a burst with footwork hovering all day, like Sugar Ray."
What I admire about certain artists, such as yourself, Diabolic, Winston Churchhill, Immortal Technique, George Carlin, Jean Grae is that cool ability to stir up while tightening the noose. If that kind of unwinding escalation is present in every battle anthem you spit, then comrade you'll be set to duel and be heard on ANY microphone or street corner. That's a good scene compadre. This world needs to be educated and blessed with more raw battle psalms. I admire your work.
What kicks ass about your battle anthems is that they have the same feel as the underground. What I was hoping to express in my freestyle verse up there is the same rythymic cadence I get from the meter as well as psycho-structure of your work. One line sets em up, the other knocks 'em down.
"Your still the reason I'm God, well and alive."
"Hope your prepared to lose your eyes. With your views and lies trying to kill me."
"Human blood is my nectar, unstoppable."
It's a hard skill for many people to isolate, even those who are naturally gifted as cunning linguists, to set up the enemy emotionally, and then bring them down in the very next beat. I mean, physically, okay, skilled pugilists do it with the double-right to the body, left to the floating ribs. Just like your rhythm, two to one side to escalate, one to the other to end it and break. "Like Muhammad Ali, float like a butterfly, sting like a bee... hooks in a burst with footwork hovering all day, like Sugar Ray."
What I admire about certain artists, such as yourself, Diabolic, Winston Churchhill, Immortal Technique, George Carlin, Jean Grae is that cool ability to stir up while tightening the noose. If that kind of unwinding escalation is present in every battle anthem you spit, then comrade you'll be set to duel and be heard on ANY microphone or street corner. That's a good scene compadre. This world needs to be educated and blessed with more raw battle psalms. I admire your work.
