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it's the same ol' story with a debatable twist to it
influenced by personal experience that i create in my music
see i was never the type to be sensetive about matters
emotions never captured so i was often called a bastard
but i guess that's my surreal life underneath all the illusions
mental movements that could leave ya with physical bruises
make ya feel useless like a arrowless remedial cupid
create fusion, i aint brainwashed just call me revolution
n´ if God ever tries to interfere with my spiritual redemption
to prove a lesson i'ma chop off a angels head and fuck him
no act i just rap about what resides inside my dome
emotionally alone, so my feelings died n´ passed on
like the spirit of the greatest warrior dying from friendly fire
call me the pacificer that will twist you in jagged wires
rip your tounge out with a pliar and throw in i a deep friar
rap scheams for hire that will sorround your soul in fire
leave behind all my brethren n´ make my path to heaven
but heaven for me is about being in peace with my inner self
love never felt so my soul blasted with thousands shells
feel like a turtle the way i hide from the dangers that lurk
mentally worth a trillion for the ones that are emotionally hurt
be the first to birth real aggreisve raps that escelate to worse
conflicts that compares to a bombin of the london transits
survive like hollocaust victims that were internally branded
savaged upon like a cannibal imbued with sinister madness
but i aint like those who seek money and fame as a first cause
i'm just trying to vent out my most surpressed feelings thats all
n´ if im happen to fall my demons would eat ya raw like a dog
got so many bitches waiting for me to fuck up my artistry
soldier what i oughta be but then the music wouldnt be a part of me
and no matter what happens i will never feed upon weakness
leave you speachless like a fetus getting verbally beated.
influenced by personal experience that i create in my music
see i was never the type to be sensetive about matters
emotions never captured so i was often called a bastard
but i guess that's my surreal life underneath all the illusions
mental movements that could leave ya with physical bruises
make ya feel useless like a arrowless remedial cupid
create fusion, i aint brainwashed just call me revolution
n´ if God ever tries to interfere with my spiritual redemption
to prove a lesson i'ma chop off a angels head and fuck him
no act i just rap about what resides inside my dome
emotionally alone, so my feelings died n´ passed on
like the spirit of the greatest warrior dying from friendly fire
call me the pacificer that will twist you in jagged wires
rip your tounge out with a pliar and throw in i a deep friar
rap scheams for hire that will sorround your soul in fire
but heaven for me is about being in peace with my inner self
love never felt so my soul blasted with thousands shells
feel like a turtle the way i hide from the dangers that lurk
mentally worth a trillion for the ones that are emotionally hurt
be the first to birth real aggreisve raps that escelate to worse
conflicts that compares to a bombin of the london transits
survive like hollocaust victims that were internally branded
savaged upon like a cannibal imbued with sinister madness
but i aint like those who seek money and fame as a first cause
i'm just trying to vent out my most surpressed feelings thats all
n´ if im happen to fall my demons would eat ya raw like a dog
got so many bitches waiting for me to fuck up my artistry
soldier what i oughta be but then the music wouldnt be a part of me
and no matter what happens i will never feed upon weakness
leave you speachless like a fetus getting verbally beated.
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