148. "RE: Round 2: Spontaneous vs. Mag30" In response to In response to 135
Yo ya just entered the game, death camp shutter back gates as locks go clank / your mind draws blank as prison bars encircle like shark fins in glass tanks / a stark dank air appears in a fogged out mirror, its all clear, your chained / to an ideal of pain, that's self driven regardless of what or how much I say. / this means my way will always prevail while you fail I got self vision okay? / I'm armoured in thick plates you're no paddle on lake hiding behind your skanks / I'm climben the ranks in terms of a coupe of the intelligent youth of today / ain't cool but I hold on to a vision of overcoming the cliche of being the same / some say lame yet associate this to bein gritty from goin against the grain / your lifes in vain as you're sat back in ego trips packin to stay the most "profain" / I'm sick to mind bane or that most insane blood driven like a wolf as it draws prey / a shotgun cane on dwellin thieves i steal brainwaves and feed on disbelief, a disdain / of those who came with a style to flow. so pack up go back home dont point fingers to blame/ ya wantin cake im fine with this bread you're about as twisted as marie antoinette / ya purched back on AK "forte" seven, more like eleven cracked back on snortin rags. /