some high quality poetry shit!
- Thread starter theGenius
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WARNING! I DID NOT WRITE THIS! WARNING
just wanted to share some real poetry with u guys
original writers are: Felipe Andres Coronel & Sean George
I two-step with Lucifer, and ever since i started dancin,
Ive walked a fine line between Einstein and Charles Manson,
Starvin in this famine with my stomach growlin,
Like someone shouting a hundred thousand times louder than thunder poundin,
Fuck around and Ill punch youre mouth in,
Im king of the mountain, with my life in this project like its public housing,
Counting on the fact i fire bomb entire songs,
I wont stop until the worlds inside my palm like Viacom,
Diabolic, Ill supply the higher wattage via fibre optic wire,
Until you acquire some kinda knowledge,
Coz life made me grow wiser than old-timers,
Hot-headed like the ghost rider behind a slow driver,
Sole survivor, flowin lavas second nature,
So dont test, its best to save youre breath like respirators,
Ill throw a punch at youre ribs that gives youre lungs asthma,
And has you pouring out youre guts faster than Dutch Masters,
Drunk bastard, past the point of no return,
Like Denzel trickin Ethan Hawke into smokin sherm,
Judgement overturned, held in court like Mordecai,
Mortalize when i make statues bleed and portraits cry,
Ill go to war for mine, Rebel Army guard the border,
Im in the trenches barkin orders like Im Sergeant Slaughter,
Pray to Jesus H for mercy and plead youre case,
Coz on the frontlines youre dead the second that you see my face!
They said that the success of my music was theoretic,
But my revenge is sweet enough to murder diabetics,
Eugenics procter and gamble credit racial science,
Couldnt produce a more aggressive intellectual giant,
Nephilim bury em, with the bullets left in them,
My heart is blacker than the children of Thomas Jefferson,
Blacker than back in the days of tar and featherin,
A cancerous endocrine, the eagle-ass American,
The hatchet and the sticks, the fascist emblem,
You could call it Conspiracy Theory,
I dont give a muthafuck, you could get your mother fucked,
National securitys a code-word for cover-up,
Hold that down, I look at character,
Never let the color get to ya,
I got white Revolutionaries like Muslims in Chechnya,
Percussion thumpin like the Russian Mafia over ya,
But even they know what its like when you fighting for Svoboda,
So whether Slavic, or Islamic, vodka/gin tonic,
Drunken fantasies are cool son, but heres the grim logic,
You niggas wanna play industry, and starve to be rich ,
Until they fuck you for millions, like Paul McCartneys bitch,
My lions live inside a box like Jumanji,
Sikh niggaz thatll stab you up like Indira Gandhi,
So never desecrate the space on which I meditate,
My thoughts rip through tank-armored metalplates,
And start to resenate, to the spot where Moses caused the sea to seperate
The place that the Prophet Muhammad started to levitate,
The exact moment that Jesus rose dead awake,
And Siddhartha became the Buddha that regenerates,
Half a bar over but I bring it home colder than dead soldiers,
Soul controler, holder of knowledge, so dianetics,
Im like the whole library in Kemet with annunaki genetics!
just wanted to share some real poetry with u guys
original writers are: Felipe Andres Coronel & Sean George
I two-step with Lucifer, and ever since i started dancin,
Ive walked a fine line between Einstein and Charles Manson,
Starvin in this famine with my stomach growlin,
Like someone shouting a hundred thousand times louder than thunder poundin,
Fuck around and Ill punch youre mouth in,
Im king of the mountain, with my life in this project like its public housing,
Counting on the fact i fire bomb entire songs,
I wont stop until the worlds inside my palm like Viacom,
Diabolic, Ill supply the higher wattage via fibre optic wire,
Until you acquire some kinda knowledge,
Coz life made me grow wiser than old-timers,
Hot-headed like the ghost rider behind a slow driver,
Sole survivor, flowin lavas second nature,
So dont test, its best to save youre breath like respirators,
Ill throw a punch at youre ribs that gives youre lungs asthma,
And has you pouring out youre guts faster than Dutch Masters,
Drunk bastard, past the point of no return,
Like Denzel trickin Ethan Hawke into smokin sherm,
Judgement overturned, held in court like Mordecai,
Mortalize when i make statues bleed and portraits cry,
Ill go to war for mine, Rebel Army guard the border,
Im in the trenches barkin orders like Im Sergeant Slaughter,
Pray to Jesus H for mercy and plead youre case,
Coz on the frontlines youre dead the second that you see my face!
They said that the success of my music was theoretic,
But my revenge is sweet enough to murder diabetics,
Eugenics procter and gamble credit racial science,
Couldnt produce a more aggressive intellectual giant,
Nephilim bury em, with the bullets left in them,
My heart is blacker than the children of Thomas Jefferson,
Blacker than back in the days of tar and featherin,
A cancerous endocrine, the eagle-ass American,
The hatchet and the sticks, the fascist emblem,
You could call it Conspiracy Theory,
I dont give a muthafuck, you could get your mother fucked,
National securitys a code-word for cover-up,
Hold that down, I look at character,
Never let the color get to ya,
I got white Revolutionaries like Muslims in Chechnya,
Percussion thumpin like the Russian Mafia over ya,
But even they know what its like when you fighting for Svoboda,
So whether Slavic, or Islamic, vodka/gin tonic,
Drunken fantasies are cool son, but heres the grim logic,
You niggas wanna play industry, and starve to be rich ,
Until they fuck you for millions, like Paul McCartneys bitch,
My lions live inside a box like Jumanji,
Sikh niggaz thatll stab you up like Indira Gandhi,
So never desecrate the space on which I meditate,
My thoughts rip through tank-armored metalplates,
And start to resenate, to the spot where Moses caused the sea to seperate
The place that the Prophet Muhammad started to levitate,
The exact moment that Jesus rose dead awake,
And Siddhartha became the Buddha that regenerates,
Half a bar over but I bring it home colder than dead soldiers,
Soul controler, holder of knowledge, so dianetics,
Im like the whole library in Kemet with annunaki genetics!