Shoooooooooter ….

With Precision …
line endings …move with Swiss instruments …
Find … hands ticking …then booming in sentences …
Sound …villains move … thru rooms without hesitance …
No clues … as projectiles move …thru ya resident …
No residue … or finger prints …
no prints from the shoes …
but the sound boi expired .. Is amongst the who’s who
Sho sho …..shooter …
It’s a sniper on the roof …
But no one heard the pop … till after the body dropped …
(((((((((>>>>>pppppowwww<<<<<)))))))))))
Then when all the movement stop… he got up from the spot
And realize the 22 had only mashed up his watch …
Killing time ….

shoooter .....
she pierced me from long range ....
shot her vibe across the room ...
as it hitched a ride on her smile ...
she moved unseen ...
no one heard a sound ...
till the body hit the ground ... i had fallen ...

Both of em' -- :)

Surrendering by force …
My flag pure … my wounds deep …
My piercing cried …. Heart tears
My mind distraught … my argument
Me!
Me!
Me!
Thoughts were 21 letters deep ….
As a round enter the chamber …
I couldn’t bear witness…
I! Pressing! On!…. is not the issue …
I without 20 letters before ….
Missing 5 letters aft…
From beginning to end …
From blessing to sin ….
From begging to wishing and praying I didn’t have to be without

Abcdefghijklmnopqrst((((pow))))vwxyZ
shoooooter ....

shoooooter ....
shot move and maunver//
i can only give-a-damn like hoover/
pre-thinking
thought leaking,
mind connected like 4/
so i spit from angle,
sorry if u lost that line/
sorry im lost at times
my pen and pad is a GPS/
lyrics levitate, i medicate im like CVS/
living for a mic check// desperate for a 1, 2/
i shine like da sun do,
and hold dogs like buns do/
still killing time..
me and zin splitting rhymes/
like pot smokers sharing dimes/
there was Zin's, now here is mines/
he pass and i pass it back/
we high off hiphop//
we both buzzing so now its time to take shots/


"my third eye like pink eye...seen and contagious" - Common Sense

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shots fired, bodies drop, out goes the shooter
coast clear, sik spots, out comes the looter
what’s news from a rumor? who loses and who’s super?
embrace face with shadows like the clip's aligned lunar
a blood stained watch tells what money is the root of
aim to kill time but time will kill u sooner
i got idle hands but ideally I’d never stand
idlely awaiting the plan designed for man
understand? I stand under times bands banned
a one man band but the best of the brands
distracted by the act I strike time, I'm wounded back
the end of act 6, the curtain drops, the crowd claps
it winds back, I wake up wound up backtracked
fall back or fade to black, fuck am I waiting at?
half past the hour 6, sik speeds away
the bleeding clock screams with its hands on its face…

sup.