Buddah MAC
05-12-06, 02:29 AM
stand as Piotr Rasputin of Rhodes over flows
dual warning and welcome to any who chose
to size up my shores, step on the William Baker
and bare feet bleeding as the glass jaw breaker
left the lagoon littered, shoulda stepped in my shoes
even with a Clint Barton, still blind when I choose
to shine with Shiro Yashida, your rhymes a grade-school reader
got you in the Wade Wilson with a booked box of cedar
born Sam Sterns seeing your Irene Adler as a doomed one
sew your mouth shut just so your entombed tounge
reflects on the simple sin of speakin' 'gainst me
nick' is Nathan Essex, so don't ever try and tempt me
by thinking in my direction, that plot setting your grave
crimson lunacy as this Marc Spector slaughters knaves
red rain bathing midnight blue turning would-be opponents white
ain't about to Steve Rogers, she don't wanna be saved tonight
but she'll grind on any message as long as there's a decent drummer
why modern depth perception skewed as a Scott Summers
let's get back to nation bulding like a T'Challa blueprint
enough about your Bobby Drake, let's get up on some new ****
true ****, the only spit my saliva producing
Daniel Rand snatch mic off the stand after introducing
and you gotta surgically remove it, then check the stage after me
spitting so much Eddie Brock it's fake emcee Cletus Kasady
can't be passive b, as they'll kill themselves regardless
industry mounting Daniel Ketch's til posthumous artists
all we got left, so why not be the livest out?
know I got to flow on so we all survive the drought
center of the Doug Ramsey, always one in the Jon Starsmore
cuz seein your Johann Schmidt what tomorrows are for
yeah, you seeing steel bars born, but I'm ignoring obvious
out politickin' future victims regardless who your lobby is
before the En Sabah Nur I'm catching Roberto DaCosta lights
so solar stage rocked, bend time and can't be clocked
so quit checkin' headlines for the Hank McCoy marks
and live for the moment, as, if you miss it, can't clone it
atonement, degree determined by your Xi'an Coy Manh
nightsky shine of falling stars, as they had nothing to stand
for, my core a codex consisting of verbal Amara Aquilla
and when underground cat clamin surface, let's just say hot verses
an understatement as ashen age blanketing the billboard
and this Jean Grey/Rachel Summers only one equipped to soar
rider of the Ororo Monroe, controllin' where the spark hit
just another chapter scripted bumpin' Tony Starks ****
dual warning and welcome to any who chose
to size up my shores, step on the William Baker
and bare feet bleeding as the glass jaw breaker
left the lagoon littered, shoulda stepped in my shoes
even with a Clint Barton, still blind when I choose
to shine with Shiro Yashida, your rhymes a grade-school reader
got you in the Wade Wilson with a booked box of cedar
born Sam Sterns seeing your Irene Adler as a doomed one
sew your mouth shut just so your entombed tounge
reflects on the simple sin of speakin' 'gainst me
nick' is Nathan Essex, so don't ever try and tempt me
by thinking in my direction, that plot setting your grave
crimson lunacy as this Marc Spector slaughters knaves
red rain bathing midnight blue turning would-be opponents white
ain't about to Steve Rogers, she don't wanna be saved tonight
but she'll grind on any message as long as there's a decent drummer
why modern depth perception skewed as a Scott Summers
let's get back to nation bulding like a T'Challa blueprint
enough about your Bobby Drake, let's get up on some new ****
true ****, the only spit my saliva producing
Daniel Rand snatch mic off the stand after introducing
and you gotta surgically remove it, then check the stage after me
spitting so much Eddie Brock it's fake emcee Cletus Kasady
can't be passive b, as they'll kill themselves regardless
industry mounting Daniel Ketch's til posthumous artists
all we got left, so why not be the livest out?
know I got to flow on so we all survive the drought
center of the Doug Ramsey, always one in the Jon Starsmore
cuz seein your Johann Schmidt what tomorrows are for
yeah, you seeing steel bars born, but I'm ignoring obvious
out politickin' future victims regardless who your lobby is
before the En Sabah Nur I'm catching Roberto DaCosta lights
so solar stage rocked, bend time and can't be clocked
so quit checkin' headlines for the Hank McCoy marks
and live for the moment, as, if you miss it, can't clone it
atonement, degree determined by your Xi'an Coy Manh
nightsky shine of falling stars, as they had nothing to stand
for, my core a codex consisting of verbal Amara Aquilla
and when underground cat clamin surface, let's just say hot verses
an understatement as ashen age blanketing the billboard
and this Jean Grey/Rachel Summers only one equipped to soar
rider of the Ororo Monroe, controllin' where the spark hit
just another chapter scripted bumpin' Tony Starks ****