Atetrack Define:
what function has a cat like me got in this modern day sound junction?
none by the looks of your un positioned malopropism,time for luncheon...
system downloaded a unconditionaly intensive program derived//
from the unkept and unknown manifestation of lackluster lives//
who strive to provide praise from the stagnant evolution of the human race//
the face and shape of things to come,reverbarates like drum,and those from//
the abyss will then advance some,grow weapons,cultured in labaoratories//
its supposed to be savage for me from the faculties of tradgedy vacuumed into anarchy...aasabchi`
everylight i saw was somethign of a remeberance,and everythign abstract of that was something of a presence//
aftermathed multieplied by a tyrant hybrid of smashed hydrants,torrent upforth with polaroid vibrance//
its silence...when its quiet you hear your heart beating you feel the uplifting of heavens wings//
heaven sings a chorus,of course its morbid,droppin forces of evil onto the people and explorers//
deplore us somethign forceful and call up to the frontlines of the remorseful...semi portal...
gimme something horticultural to grow from,and come from that wich is supposed to be not won...
(talkin:-and then some...yo...elevate something like a monk meditates,with synnergy at the apex of your abilities...
and come back and then your aiight with me,stop trying so hard...its not worth it...put some clothes on girls
you dont need to reveal that much...i mean damn...why...whatever...vainess leads to suicide...yo,yo....)
ive greatly increased the space at with i place my dissapointment,sacrificed my happiness//
the overlappin factors mixed wrong and i couldnt handle the challenges of the kindgom,calculate the averages//
and bear down on barebacks like savages with a lust for offspring,scavenging,ravaging the scramblim//
landscapes to innitiate the fate of the entire caveman race,your out of place,erase your entity//
to watch the feelings mix of fealties to the deity(who might be),lieing,scribing,backin up an dieing//
in an alleyway somewhere with a seer watchin over shaman style scryin.........antisocial,focusing on the focal point//
of the master peice i plead you please rest in peace with these vocals,ill scatter the locals,and open battle portals//
unleash a broadside of devistating destructive total into the city of angels death and ultra coastal...
and she chanted them more some in a rythm,pacifist,immaculate,algorithms....they need it....
i dont write songs cat,i drop epics...dont forget it.
khanjar stab you cat...9th majesty
yall cast just jealous cos i got narcel in my arsenal
Narcicyst:
eternal struggle,juggle the rubble,subtle rebutals/
with puzzles in tunnels, thrustin into shuttles like verse of hubble/
the longer the distance, Narcy increases with harsh verosity/
marvellin varcity,matserin archery,debauchery/
aim for you arteries,disarmingely,carvin a monoty/
stompin your monarchies,turnin your strips bloody mahogony/
the ghosts are hauntin me, but the vengence after the ritcheous slain/
you tryin to fight the pain, while 9th Majesty annihilate and hibernate/
a cyanide gernade stronger than cosmonavs with molotovs/
larger than autobans, force like hearts are bronze and octogans/
inside museums seen by the weakest heathens of deacons/
releasin a secret deep and coherent like freeing demons/
this speech is a theorum, point of no return/
courtin the overture, avoidin the tortured verbs/
on joint scripts, cursin you its what you deserve/
graduated with honors from this rap academy/
battle me, thatll be a tragedy, this verse has gotten me tauntin you/
so now you respectin 9th Majesty?/
two hardest warlords, Rapbattles militant Generals/
decorated with medals,made of diamonds rubies and arrows/
and with a wrath of a viking, we laugh at you tryin to fight us/
so call your troops, immoblize your forces for the Clash of the Titans....
that was the combination of two diobalicle forces.burning souls like crosses for transpassing on our fortress...
Namsayin...for all you gahbas that be sleepin on us like we were sheets and pillow cases...yall Sharmoutas need to wake up...Kos Umkum...wahid
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