Imagine in all my symbolic techniques
i affect 3 emcees per beat, with a disease generated from my heat,
when my sound particles beat 5.59 million degrees when i speak
i throw words like a hard breeze, the dictonarys most unheard terms
freeze.. and i collect them and reflect them at hyper-dimensional brain speeds
i create hurricanes and hyper-torrentrial rain when i breathe, an accumulus Cumulonimbus blasts a slaughter and bleeds.... more electricity than a bath of water and power leads,
now an hour leaves and i wonder if im still in this vision to step in
this descision to quit living and spit in heaven, a personal message transmitted to my mind, that god wants me signed because i definied every divine prime in his expectation of rhyme, thoughout his times he was trying to find the perfect emcee to shine, but the deserts were dry and expectations too high, they would rise before i win the prize, and fill the empty land with oceans from the sky, precipitated why? because this rechiprocated line, where stipilated lies are incubated twice, so ill you kill one in a fight, the other will survive and strive to attack me from behind,
this is modern writing in the more pure form
not this in the club shit we endure the norm
the realest talk sprouts like a bean stalk
i see the giant and morph into an alliance of infinite swords
than create a parallel incision between his jaw, drop him to the floor and taunt with a drawn, collection of rhymes that haunt the thoughts,
drives to suicide, im schzophrenia in a physical form
the annunciation of a perfect pronunciation of months of patience
the sons of satan have guns and waiting in the sun mistaken
in a masonic pyramid, calculated arithmetic subliminally enctypted in heiroglyphics with a descriptive for a scientific specific