theman080
03-12-06, 10:47 PM
[Precisely cupped,
sharp to fukk,
you thought it was a game
we came to charge you up,
so take it to the brain]
{Sittin on God's throne had to be merely a jest
Son of christ told me so but I'm fearin the quest
Lucifer's is in my path, appears in my breath}
My chrome ignites rhymin, finer than a global sized diamond
Behold a pale horse homie if aint the Open Mic's finest
-Pause-
Standin on the highest stage, observe my detractors
The most worthless of rappers wish the gave birth to my chapters
The circle of smoke grows thin, as I scream in a mic
With feindish recites as I'm syked to belive in the hype
Sleek with my strikes as I close the set, behold this vet
He offers a mean stare with his hand in his inner pocket
Removes a glittered rocket, with one motion he quickly cocks it
I attempt to turn while he aims, than feel a burn in my frame
My hand self examines the wound, fingers feelin the depth of the tomb
My knees contact the floor suddenly, see a pint of blood rush from me
My vision decays rapidly, what the fukk this dude askin me
I feel the barrel tip on my forehead, ices the acid plight
Trigger clicks, the safety's off, I see a flash of light
[Precisely cupped,
sharp to fukk,
you thought it was a game
we came to charge you up,
so take it to the brain]
{Sittin on God's throne had to be merely a jest
Son of christ told me so but I'm fearin the quest
Lucifer's is in my path, appears in my breath}
Am I still the owner of my soul, or just a passenger in the journey
The thought of my judgement that lay ahead, and others concern me
Is the pearly gate in my path, or the dungeons of hell
Eternal flames to burn my frame while I'm stuck in a cell
Attempt to recount my sins but I'm scared at the thought
How God will take em then, maybe to stutter and gawk
At the audacites that have captured me through my time on this earth
My mind is alert to the beserk works I've tried for my worth
The thoughts that I've caged, demons of temptation and lust
Dedicated to such, through my days on this crust
Are now slated as dust, I have to face each equally
Its revenge minded scheme, or lust findin dream
I'll have to answer for tenfold in my afterlife hours
A massive time towers over the ones already past
Where many mask the prance of corpses deadly dance
[Precisely cupped,
sharp to fukk,
you thought it was a game
we came to charge you up,
so take it to the brain]
{Sittin on God's throne had to be merely a jest
Son of christ told me so but I'm fearin the quest
Lucifer's is in my path, appears in my breath}
I hate this frame of faults, alone to this day I walk
Takin it to the brain the thoughts of that faded chalk
Surroundin theman, wonder if I'll be seein my fam
In this place that I stay, will they make it this day
Or am I forever alone, on the heaviest throne
Holding the most weighty burden, undertaking spacely sermons
Delivering the introductions to those who share my exile
A vet riled on the textile deftly set in death's aisle
The place aint subliminal, dated with faceless individuals
Its mainly redicule we face to this moment, awaitin atonement
If my best friend walked in, would I recognize em by face
Or just stride by em in place while we defile to waste
In our time in this place, wishing we took time to repent
Now our design is regret, until we're freed to the earth
Or the heavenly gates, anything to escape this most deadly of fates
I bleed through my words, the horrid message I've sent
To the minds that take it in, and no one steps to defend
I'm alone in the zone, regretted bein down with the capor
But past the thoughts of sorrow, and darkened horrow
Is more lines to put down on the paper
[Precisely cupped,
sharp to fukk,
you thought it was a game
we came to charge you up,
so take it to the brain]
{Sittin on God's throne had to be merely a jest
Son of christ told me so but I'm fearin the quest
Lucifer's is in my path, appears in my breath}
*First part of hook is from Nas' "Stay Chiselled"
**Concept taken from Nas' "Amongst Kings"
1
sharp to fukk,
you thought it was a game
we came to charge you up,
so take it to the brain]
{Sittin on God's throne had to be merely a jest
Son of christ told me so but I'm fearin the quest
Lucifer's is in my path, appears in my breath}
My chrome ignites rhymin, finer than a global sized diamond
Behold a pale horse homie if aint the Open Mic's finest
-Pause-
Standin on the highest stage, observe my detractors
The most worthless of rappers wish the gave birth to my chapters
The circle of smoke grows thin, as I scream in a mic
With feindish recites as I'm syked to belive in the hype
Sleek with my strikes as I close the set, behold this vet
He offers a mean stare with his hand in his inner pocket
Removes a glittered rocket, with one motion he quickly cocks it
I attempt to turn while he aims, than feel a burn in my frame
My hand self examines the wound, fingers feelin the depth of the tomb
My knees contact the floor suddenly, see a pint of blood rush from me
My vision decays rapidly, what the fukk this dude askin me
I feel the barrel tip on my forehead, ices the acid plight
Trigger clicks, the safety's off, I see a flash of light
[Precisely cupped,
sharp to fukk,
you thought it was a game
we came to charge you up,
so take it to the brain]
{Sittin on God's throne had to be merely a jest
Son of christ told me so but I'm fearin the quest
Lucifer's is in my path, appears in my breath}
Am I still the owner of my soul, or just a passenger in the journey
The thought of my judgement that lay ahead, and others concern me
Is the pearly gate in my path, or the dungeons of hell
Eternal flames to burn my frame while I'm stuck in a cell
Attempt to recount my sins but I'm scared at the thought
How God will take em then, maybe to stutter and gawk
At the audacites that have captured me through my time on this earth
My mind is alert to the beserk works I've tried for my worth
The thoughts that I've caged, demons of temptation and lust
Dedicated to such, through my days on this crust
Are now slated as dust, I have to face each equally
Its revenge minded scheme, or lust findin dream
I'll have to answer for tenfold in my afterlife hours
A massive time towers over the ones already past
Where many mask the prance of corpses deadly dance
[Precisely cupped,
sharp to fukk,
you thought it was a game
we came to charge you up,
so take it to the brain]
{Sittin on God's throne had to be merely a jest
Son of christ told me so but I'm fearin the quest
Lucifer's is in my path, appears in my breath}
I hate this frame of faults, alone to this day I walk
Takin it to the brain the thoughts of that faded chalk
Surroundin theman, wonder if I'll be seein my fam
In this place that I stay, will they make it this day
Or am I forever alone, on the heaviest throne
Holding the most weighty burden, undertaking spacely sermons
Delivering the introductions to those who share my exile
A vet riled on the textile deftly set in death's aisle
The place aint subliminal, dated with faceless individuals
Its mainly redicule we face to this moment, awaitin atonement
If my best friend walked in, would I recognize em by face
Or just stride by em in place while we defile to waste
In our time in this place, wishing we took time to repent
Now our design is regret, until we're freed to the earth
Or the heavenly gates, anything to escape this most deadly of fates
I bleed through my words, the horrid message I've sent
To the minds that take it in, and no one steps to defend
I'm alone in the zone, regretted bein down with the capor
But past the thoughts of sorrow, and darkened horrow
Is more lines to put down on the paper
[Precisely cupped,
sharp to fukk,
you thought it was a game
we came to charge you up,
so take it to the brain]
{Sittin on God's throne had to be merely a jest
Son of christ told me so but I'm fearin the quest
Lucifer's is in my path, appears in my breath}
*First part of hook is from Nas' "Stay Chiselled"
**Concept taken from Nas' "Amongst Kings"
1