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[font=Tahoma,Geneva]Slowly rising from the anthracite to mend the path of the phasic
Cut from the wrong cloth, a maverick, forced to embrace another fabric
A ragamuffin pieced together through Potent patchwork publications
Reaching millions through reason labled as "treason to the congregation"
Valiantly I arise from disgrace, clear the flies from my face
I was built to booster the bar, my genomes thump bass
Superfluous fluency with my native tongue became a burden
Pressing hot print aginst the flesh of the rest, my verbs are burned in
Dramatic schematics were drawn like blueprints to confrontation
We’ve warped our societal norms, deformed storms of gingerbread men
I’ve seen my fellow brethren weathered from travel to the end of the tether
Coming to the conclusion that life is a land of illusion; at least we reached it together
Never ceased unleashing absurd adjectives
Threw vacuous verbs into the mix like chemical additives
Simplifying for the generation of disheveled reading levels
Brought up in a faith of fear, made to evade the devil
Learning that the fallacy in the palace pertained to phallus
A costly caustic chorus coughing caution toward the callous
Commitment always seemed like a scar upon my clavicle
My karmic state of emergency chocked havoc full
Shank played the free world radical now a sage on sabbatical
Meditating on battlefields launching rage from a catapault
You cannot capture the chaos, I'll rip my cage from the scaffold
Beast mode like a cheat code, ice in my veins, I bleed cold
Seeking a counterweight to counter fate; I'm lost in the map
Slinging sacks to earn stacks is a colostomy trap
Springing dead weight off my back, swinging leadweight every clap
Shank set em striaght, make em levitate when they reach in for the dap
The blocks are bleeding while the streets are crying
Dime a dozen drones slyly scrying the beats that I was eyeing
Fathering a new scene, making demons out of lions
Breeding brutes and caustic creatures by the legion in defiance
Critics can’t look in my eyes, but try to cauterize the consciousness
I break apart their bars, expose the lies, redefine what nonsense is
I’ll spell it out like phonetics, these hipster dudes is pathetic narcissists
Jumping on every rag wagon, Backpackin “Swag” captains who embody harmlessness
Pretenders getting nervous when I pack the facts in writtens
I scratch the track so hard I leave a trail of blackened ribbons
Now back to business...[/font]
Cut from the wrong cloth, a maverick, forced to embrace another fabric
A ragamuffin pieced together through Potent patchwork publications
Reaching millions through reason labled as "treason to the congregation"
Valiantly I arise from disgrace, clear the flies from my face
I was built to booster the bar, my genomes thump bass
Superfluous fluency with my native tongue became a burden
Pressing hot print aginst the flesh of the rest, my verbs are burned in
Dramatic schematics were drawn like blueprints to confrontation
We’ve warped our societal norms, deformed storms of gingerbread men
I’ve seen my fellow brethren weathered from travel to the end of the tether
Coming to the conclusion that life is a land of illusion; at least we reached it together
Never ceased unleashing absurd adjectives
Threw vacuous verbs into the mix like chemical additives
Simplifying for the generation of disheveled reading levels
Brought up in a faith of fear, made to evade the devil
Learning that the fallacy in the palace pertained to phallus
A costly caustic chorus coughing caution toward the callous
Commitment always seemed like a scar upon my clavicle
My karmic state of emergency chocked havoc full
Shank played the free world radical now a sage on sabbatical
Meditating on battlefields launching rage from a catapault
You cannot capture the chaos, I'll rip my cage from the scaffold
Beast mode like a cheat code, ice in my veins, I bleed cold
Seeking a counterweight to counter fate; I'm lost in the map
Slinging sacks to earn stacks is a colostomy trap
Springing dead weight off my back, swinging leadweight every clap
Shank set em striaght, make em levitate when they reach in for the dap
The blocks are bleeding while the streets are crying
Dime a dozen drones slyly scrying the beats that I was eyeing
Fathering a new scene, making demons out of lions
Breeding brutes and caustic creatures by the legion in defiance
Critics can’t look in my eyes, but try to cauterize the consciousness
I break apart their bars, expose the lies, redefine what nonsense is
I’ll spell it out like phonetics, these hipster dudes is pathetic narcissists
Jumping on every rag wagon, Backpackin “Swag” captains who embody harmlessness
Pretenders getting nervous when I pack the facts in writtens
I scratch the track so hard I leave a trail of blackened ribbons
Now back to business...[/font]
Published 3rd Sep 2012
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