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my tongue s like a blade

that cut beats and imprison rhymes

if i wanted i could up root trees

ad blow down power lines

im as smooth as they come armed

with words that dont quit

i spit flame dart bullets my rhymes

i got blood dripping off my lips

my poetic linguistic are immposible to match

even when i trow darts at loow level speeds

competititors still cant manage to catch

up to me

i play chess with myself

in the dark with blindfolds on

sometimes i rhyme for days at a time

when i forget to set my alarm

my rhymes are like daggers

injecting your heart like pins

making you stagger paralying all ur limbs

my rhymes

my rhymes are introspectively profound

reflectivly unsound meledies

that confound and remedies

the ignorant tendencies

that makes you weak

my rhymes are the leaks of saliva

that drips from you lips

the constant reminder that the tongues

sole purpose is not for consuming piss

and dont think im trying to diss

your oral afixiations

its just that while you use your tongue for verbal constapation

my rhymes transforms minds

unbinding the mental castration

that crubles your spritual foundation

my rhymes

i was once told my rhymes could unbreak a broken heart

that by simply rhyming to the rhythm of the wind

all the cracks would magically turn to skin

as if they were written with the remnants of broken chalk

my rhymes are like tear drops

shattering on eardrums

my rhymes a frocefed liquid cocaine

seeping through your veins

intoxicating your lungs

my rhymes break wind line bullets breaking skin

my rhymes are lyrically digested glue

mending broken hearts from within you

too

can see my rhymes in the stars

like asteroids shattering bars

healing scars

giving birth to a revolution

my rhymes is the evolution of niggas

the fusion of kids pushing pens

instead of triggers

so just relax my youth

keep ur bullshit rhymes within the bundries of that booth

because i dont need no beats to tear down dis bumboclaat roof