Universe
05-27-06, 11:13 AM
“There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with
the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil,
all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward
it, I have now surpassed...” – Bret Easton Ellis
......
If you’re allowed a breath once I decide to drown the rest
I’ll take your two pounds of flesh, and newfound respect
So don’t test the literature of those yet to give the terms
I’m going to forge my legacy, now check the signature
A seasoned vet leaving threats, my text severs every word
He talks crap then falls back, like September twenty third
Many learn they can’t earn in corrupt laundering networks
So cut a lawn during winter, and cut your losses it’s quicker
Talk and deliver, odd to consider you begging to get richer
But crash n’ burning as if bootlegging the best picture
Repeat offender; my car needs a minor service check
I’m a nervous wreck like a teen with no driver’s permit yet
I find your top ten; murder the best then hurdle the rest
Cuz I’m skipped over like choruses when no verses are left
A serum injects a harsh truth from me, one more time
Those that undermine my skill level are usually under mine
Now rappers tracking your spit when you laugh at their diss
Stuck up assholes after your sh!t like probes in catheter kits
Most battlers forfeit; one try and God smotes them
Fights atop pulpits is living proof, unlike DeShaun Holton
The gun’s smokin’; panic stricken you ran and ditched it
Yet dumb enough to leave fresh prints like Janet Whitten
Thus land in prison; life’s a gamble that’s next to none
And I’m a high roller like smokers on their second blunt
Your text is done; saving up for another labored run
Cutting coroners like a slick scalpel blade with blood
If pain is love, then I guess its obvious bliss is hate
My God if this is the case, I’m the opposite of fate
The depth is bottomless to date, if I stay a bit lucid
Then I drink fluids to influence the way I think, stupid
You kids all talk, useless slang has since gone wrong
‘Lick off shots’? I think liquor on bytches with hot bods
Enemies are lethal as factions, so I get even and stab them
They each get stuck in the temple like Caesar’s assassins
To see their reactions, I’m broadcasting like lesbian flicks
Bytch craves a d!ck, take the liberty like dictatorships
Fukk this grade four sh!t, it works into diction rarely
And I’m always lookin’ forwards like searching a dictionary
Found panspermia; the seeds hailing from space if birthed
Alienate the Earth like hunger surpassed the invasion first
Engrave my name in dirt; this message is not a death wish
So when I’m in my grave, all signs say…
This Is Not an Exit.
the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil,
all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward
it, I have now surpassed...” – Bret Easton Ellis
......
If you’re allowed a breath once I decide to drown the rest
I’ll take your two pounds of flesh, and newfound respect
So don’t test the literature of those yet to give the terms
I’m going to forge my legacy, now check the signature
A seasoned vet leaving threats, my text severs every word
He talks crap then falls back, like September twenty third
Many learn they can’t earn in corrupt laundering networks
So cut a lawn during winter, and cut your losses it’s quicker
Talk and deliver, odd to consider you begging to get richer
But crash n’ burning as if bootlegging the best picture
Repeat offender; my car needs a minor service check
I’m a nervous wreck like a teen with no driver’s permit yet
I find your top ten; murder the best then hurdle the rest
Cuz I’m skipped over like choruses when no verses are left
A serum injects a harsh truth from me, one more time
Those that undermine my skill level are usually under mine
Now rappers tracking your spit when you laugh at their diss
Stuck up assholes after your sh!t like probes in catheter kits
Most battlers forfeit; one try and God smotes them
Fights atop pulpits is living proof, unlike DeShaun Holton
The gun’s smokin’; panic stricken you ran and ditched it
Yet dumb enough to leave fresh prints like Janet Whitten
Thus land in prison; life’s a gamble that’s next to none
And I’m a high roller like smokers on their second blunt
Your text is done; saving up for another labored run
Cutting coroners like a slick scalpel blade with blood
If pain is love, then I guess its obvious bliss is hate
My God if this is the case, I’m the opposite of fate
The depth is bottomless to date, if I stay a bit lucid
Then I drink fluids to influence the way I think, stupid
You kids all talk, useless slang has since gone wrong
‘Lick off shots’? I think liquor on bytches with hot bods
Enemies are lethal as factions, so I get even and stab them
They each get stuck in the temple like Caesar’s assassins
To see their reactions, I’m broadcasting like lesbian flicks
Bytch craves a d!ck, take the liberty like dictatorships
Fukk this grade four sh!t, it works into diction rarely
And I’m always lookin’ forwards like searching a dictionary
Found panspermia; the seeds hailing from space if birthed
Alienate the Earth like hunger surpassed the invasion first
Engrave my name in dirt; this message is not a death wish
So when I’m in my grave, all signs say…
This Is Not an Exit.