MaCRonI
08-07-06, 12:12 AM
Through keystyles I once found a passage to speak/
Come four weeks, and I'm been unknown to the elite/
A dead body, and the stench seeps and reeks/
Rancid in description, ghoulish in ya vision/
or what most of ya'll can spot with ya iris/
full of dust, sand, and dirt of the likeness/
I'm six feet beneath, laid onto a mattress/
of mahogany wood eaten by hungry termites/
Hoarded by brownnoser who dig threw dirt like bulldozers/
Hoverin over the my remnants, searchin’ my skeleton/
Bone by bone, to find a relic of the rap skill I once honed/
Rushin’ to take buckets of my saliva as it droops out/
The corners of my mouth in a milliliter amounts/
Saliva-suckers strip my crypt and still plunder/
But once I get angry *****z pickin at my entrails/
and my eye cry hail, I end the Garage Sale/
Of my essence, give rebirth to my intelligence/
My minds slowly unscrewin’ the lids of my eyes/
My muscle are slowly yankin the tissues in my thighs/
For all ya snakes slitherin‘ best run when I start breathin’ air again/
Cause by the time I’m finish swallowin’ oxygen, I’ll be arrogent/(air…get it???)
Literally full of myself, and ready to spit out the carbon/
Do so lyrical harm and, bestow metaphorical blows/
Schedule *****z for death like murders linin’ up in death row/
Come four weeks, and I'm been unknown to the elite/
A dead body, and the stench seeps and reeks/
Rancid in description, ghoulish in ya vision/
or what most of ya'll can spot with ya iris/
full of dust, sand, and dirt of the likeness/
I'm six feet beneath, laid onto a mattress/
of mahogany wood eaten by hungry termites/
Hoarded by brownnoser who dig threw dirt like bulldozers/
Hoverin over the my remnants, searchin’ my skeleton/
Bone by bone, to find a relic of the rap skill I once honed/
Rushin’ to take buckets of my saliva as it droops out/
The corners of my mouth in a milliliter amounts/
Saliva-suckers strip my crypt and still plunder/
But once I get angry *****z pickin at my entrails/
and my eye cry hail, I end the Garage Sale/
Of my essence, give rebirth to my intelligence/
My minds slowly unscrewin’ the lids of my eyes/
My muscle are slowly yankin the tissues in my thighs/
For all ya snakes slitherin‘ best run when I start breathin’ air again/
Cause by the time I’m finish swallowin’ oxygen, I’ll be arrogent/(air…get it???)
Literally full of myself, and ready to spit out the carbon/
Do so lyrical harm and, bestow metaphorical blows/
Schedule *****z for death like murders linin’ up in death row/