"Blessed be the New Founding Fathers for
letting us Purge and cleanse our souls,
Blessed be America, a nation reborn
...:::God Of War:::...
Sordid thoughts, swords n glocks, can’t ignore its cost
ready to purge, heavy words, create enormous loss
war is boss, shit ignited when, the lions den, inside this pen
exploded, to show it,. Was really a fucking leviathan
wont compromise again, I is sin, no rest for the dreary
toxic gasses, cloths n matches, take a breath for the weary
its wreckless engineering, if you start to lose grip
hard now, when u got a smart mouth, saying stupid shit
ive been here doing this, never had a fear of the worst
bodies nicely, put behind me welcome to the year of the purge
...:::Enoch Light:::...
Tinted visions parked beneath the dark of my eyelids
Iris sparked explosions; my heart ignited like fire pits
I admire it, yet fear the hate inside that requires it
This violent cultures a vile vulture flying over silent
Compliance stitched to an upper lip can’t spit the truth
Been a grip since I’ve spent a few minutes in the booth
Chipped a tooth chewing words with a forked tongue
Purge sirens thumping through the air like a war drum
My cores numb, blood pumping through the chest
Sweat pouring from my skin pores like its burning flesh
Confessions of a maniac who needs his hunger fed
Voices filling up my head getting heckled by the dead
Poison lead, tonight I Purge to get my mind stifled
A portrait of a poet trading his golden mic for a rifle
...:::ILLunatic:::...
Evil tendencies inside of me, crying for actions so violently
As I feign the taste of blood; I hold it in so privately
These explicit visions of someone wishing forbiddance
And then I notice the one wishing, the victim; it isn't
Internal soul, pleading forgiveness. But the cynical grin, relentless
Then I realize, all the years of living in fear was clearly pretentious
Cearly a message, voices I've heard were really obsession
Unwilling to live in contention, just unholy wrath will be my affection
Consumed in darkness, never knew I could be so heartless
Rage being conveyed in my veins in the creative way of an artist
As I plot my next act, it's a fact this high is comparative to crack
Never to retract; the Good Samaritan will never be back
...:::Jukon:::...
my soul matches the sky, dark and unforgiving,
hardly benefitting from the life that I've been living.
dreaming for months, scars from biting my tongue,
the pressure is intense as the night has just begun.
a few more minutes and I can unleash,
the demons inside of me, as I paint the street.
death is euphoric, this pain; we've endorsed it,
cutting corners to find loopholes as the angst begins forming.
alarm bells ring and the road floods with screams,
wading through the waves is where I find my peace.
I trudge, deep into Armageddon, hell is where I'm headed,
the final stand, fighting my motives, trapped at a dead end.
strapped with my weapon of choice, a fully loaded needle,
I'd have to be unaware, and numb from every feeling.
The truth is, I'm not ruthless and it's no secret,
I'd rather binge into oblivion, than purge on the weaker.
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