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You'll Never Understand
my brain is itching
I'm about to throw it out in 10 minuets
If it keeps getting worse
I'm as unpredictable as lighter fluid
In the hands of kids who clearly misunderstood it
Talking with snake Plisskin
Trying to help him beat tony hawk skate missions
I took acid to get past this obstacle
Luck has it I still ended up in a hospital
I toss live grenades inside play houses
Don't be scared because I'm wearing my Main Outfit
Where I Cant get the stains out it
Its obvious I took to much time
To perfect rhymes
Words I use that make earthquakes to disconnect your spine
Get your pass intercepted I am a different weapon
Strangle you with the cord alone
When I am holding the microphone
they asked me if I wanted to die
I told them yeah, just not tonight
I didn't come here to play games
Throw grenades at fags during gay parades
Just to get my message across
Its just a sentence saying you lost
Who the fuck wants to go against the verbal King Kong
Feels good to never end
I'm not back to just rap
Recite my vowels of hate and your vertebrae WILL CRACK!!!
They learned from me but still lack
Real fact, the devils son with the ugly face
still the only one who can walk away saying I slayed a whole race
The beast still lives
Best believe hes still pissed
Fasting on gills from fish
So flesh is like the best dish
When he happens to leave the den his in
Which is seconds in his mind before he gets up
He just slit and cut a bitch named Lindsey
Til' infinity she doesn't exist to me not even worth a penny
My mind will never go empty, its not a tank of gas
Put it this way I am probably the best to ever be an emcee
See me I never empty. Maybe I was born with a brain
To obtain a lyrical stage,
Get your neck snapped, lyrical mouse trap
Hows that line for my come back
THE WORLD? Yea I already won that
So whats next? Besides stress, buying another pack of cigarettes
Hearing my brothers talk about women just for sex
Its like the lust for text
You must digest the lies you infest to me
Breathlessly I suffer silently
I'm about to throw it out in 10 minuets
If it keeps getting worse
I'm as unpredictable as lighter fluid
In the hands of kids who clearly misunderstood it
Talking with snake Plisskin
Trying to help him beat tony hawk skate missions
I took acid to get past this obstacle
Luck has it I still ended up in a hospital
I toss live grenades inside play houses
Don't be scared because I'm wearing my Main Outfit
Where I Cant get the stains out it
Its obvious I took to much time
To perfect rhymes
Words I use that make earthquakes to disconnect your spine
Get your pass intercepted I am a different weapon
Strangle you with the cord alone
When I am holding the microphone
they asked me if I wanted to die
I told them yeah, just not tonight
I didn't come here to play games
Throw grenades at fags during gay parades
Just to get my message across
Its just a sentence saying you lost
Who the fuck wants to go against the verbal King Kong
Feels good to never end
I'm not back to just rap
Recite my vowels of hate and your vertebrae WILL CRACK!!!
They learned from me but still lack
Real fact, the devils son with the ugly face
still the only one who can walk away saying I slayed a whole race
The beast still lives
Best believe hes still pissed
Fasting on gills from fish
So flesh is like the best dish
When he happens to leave the den his in
Which is seconds in his mind before he gets up
He just slit and cut a bitch named Lindsey
Til' infinity she doesn't exist to me not even worth a penny
My mind will never go empty, its not a tank of gas
Put it this way I am probably the best to ever be an emcee
See me I never empty. Maybe I was born with a brain
To obtain a lyrical stage,
Get your neck snapped, lyrical mouse trap
Hows that line for my come back
THE WORLD? Yea I already won that
So whats next? Besides stress, buying another pack of cigarettes
Hearing my brothers talk about women just for sex
Its like the lust for text
You must digest the lies you infest to me
Breathlessly I suffer silently
Published 4th Oct 2012
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5th Oct 2012 7:32pm
17th Oct 2012 11:21am
Talking with snake Plisskin
Trying to help him beat tony hawk skate missions
Crossing two-different post-apocolyptic visions for one stage is cool for a sensory overload. Especially when playing the battlerap game, being able to invoke images of Thunderdome, anything from Tank Girl, Escape from L.A. or NY, and firing it off of a skate game is catchy. A good snap-trap is set up that way.
You remember the Snake Plissken surfs a tidal wave scene right? Whenever I'm snap-battling, traps get set up when crossing two story-streams into an amalgam. And then bringing the scene back later, escalated, for violence, for grit, for power. That's part II of the trap.
Remember Ghostbusters? Crossing the streams destroys the universe? You can destroy your audience's mind when rhyming live if you bring back a Snake Plissken and Tony Hawk scene in a second verse, edging from the surfing part or mixing it with a visceral real-life grab, for example...
Learn to listen or I'll drop you like Sonny Liston, footwork in a burst to hover all day like Sugar Ray, trouncing the course, bouncing parkour, coming back to bring the war in rhyme to crack your spine with a mind glistening like Snake Plissken's arrival late, freefalling from surfing a tidal wave, this zone I've got to create, like Tony Hawk's skate... missions, soldiering it like Plissken, I told you children to learn to listen.
Get your neck snapped, lyrical mouse trap
Hows that line for my come back
THE WORLD? Yea I already won that
So whats next? Besides stress, buying another pack of cigarettes
That snaps. I like that one. The punchiest of lines, the most confident of swagger, a 3 round burst and a walk away line (so what's next? Beside's stress....buying another pack of cigarettes) is a classic street-combo. You see it all the time among old school guerilla soldiers. They flay your shit whole and fillet you in a fireflick out of control... and then pass it off so cavalier. It's dry ice cool to me to hear because it means for all the bad-ass Guns of the Navaronne achievement for dropping that firebomb the artist is just "What? Life moves on. I need to smoke now." I try to leave punji-traps like that just after major firebombs, to clean up any hopes of retaliation, so I can see where you're coming from here. This shit is cool, comrade. You've got skill!
Trying to help him beat tony hawk skate missions
Crossing two-different post-apocolyptic visions for one stage is cool for a sensory overload. Especially when playing the battlerap game, being able to invoke images of Thunderdome, anything from Tank Girl, Escape from L.A. or NY, and firing it off of a skate game is catchy. A good snap-trap is set up that way.
You remember the Snake Plissken surfs a tidal wave scene right? Whenever I'm snap-battling, traps get set up when crossing two story-streams into an amalgam. And then bringing the scene back later, escalated, for violence, for grit, for power. That's part II of the trap.
Remember Ghostbusters? Crossing the streams destroys the universe? You can destroy your audience's mind when rhyming live if you bring back a Snake Plissken and Tony Hawk scene in a second verse, edging from the surfing part or mixing it with a visceral real-life grab, for example...
Learn to listen or I'll drop you like Sonny Liston, footwork in a burst to hover all day like Sugar Ray, trouncing the course, bouncing parkour, coming back to bring the war in rhyme to crack your spine with a mind glistening like Snake Plissken's arrival late, freefalling from surfing a tidal wave, this zone I've got to create, like Tony Hawk's skate... missions, soldiering it like Plissken, I told you children to learn to listen.
Get your neck snapped, lyrical mouse trap
Hows that line for my come back
THE WORLD? Yea I already won that
So whats next? Besides stress, buying another pack of cigarettes
That snaps. I like that one. The punchiest of lines, the most confident of swagger, a 3 round burst and a walk away line (so what's next? Beside's stress....buying another pack of cigarettes) is a classic street-combo. You see it all the time among old school guerilla soldiers. They flay your shit whole and fillet you in a fireflick out of control... and then pass it off so cavalier. It's dry ice cool to me to hear because it means for all the bad-ass Guns of the Navaronne achievement for dropping that firebomb the artist is just "What? Life moves on. I need to smoke now." I try to leave punji-traps like that just after major firebombs, to clean up any hopes of retaliation, so I can see where you're coming from here. This shit is cool, comrade. You've got skill!
