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One bar hustle Poetic Assassin and P.O.P.
I'm possessed by evils demons riding with apocalyptic rushes
I will douse your feeble shine, eclipses will just crush you
Subduing you to the darkness, with a midnight thief's conscious
Dishonored writers and psalmists bow to the lyrical Adonis’s
I evoke thee Satan; show the world my death process
I spoke to all the nonbelievers who said I was cursed,
please I’m blessed
Skin blistered corpses, scorched from the breath of my success
I end with white horses, torched them like Hades depths
No one is left
With a whipped tongue delivering welts, I acknowledge that I survive serving death
I drip of the sun because radiance sells; I have a sulfur kind of smell walk fiery steps
A beast without beauty, I rape pages with the pen that constantly consumes me
They reaped who pursued me; I take on the wages of sin
Judgments looming
Languages of the lost looping, while my saliva seals the inferno infinity producing
Anguish comes so elusive, these demons In me I'm rebuking
The power of Christ compels, but Hell holds fury
An hour of heaven's a price, I fell when wolves lured me
A Ramses way of birthing, Becoming a king riding revenge with a purpose
These cloned poets are still searching, in weeds I found serpents
Smoked the fields dry, and inhaled the hatred to keep working'
Yo lyrical crops got burnt but the seeds beneath are still Lurking
Who would’ve known through the smoke P.O.P. and PA would murk the game
Yo it’s time we DisABLE this lames, fuck it just called us Cain and Cain.
