Vocal sample: Tim, I want to thank God, what do I say? Just say what's in your heart... Verse Tell me who the epicenter of the spectrum is? the central figure of divinity within 3 holy entities perfect in eternal symmetry, precised definition of infinite omnipotence untainted by derivatives, from Genesis until the culmination of all cosmic events, the footprints in eroded sand, who tarries for the souls of men, true and living immutable author and finisher, hence all scoffers would do well in adorning themselves in sackcloth and ashes in an act of contrition, the proud he resists, the faithful remain persistent, show repentance, He's Adonai wrapped in an iridescent prism, baring the scars from crucifixion, the anointed one for which we all will bring the sheaves in, humbly he underwent willing subjection to the subjugation of the human experience, Who else is worthy?, exuding God's radiance, a babe clothed in swaddling rags is now sovereign, honored by 24 elders who knelt giving glory adjacent to the apostles, living scripture made flesh divested, decimating theoretic posturing and humanistic degredation, All for the sake of this sinner in particular, unearned salvation undeserve is the greatest gift...Thank God!

Verse 2 My logic is surface to air toxin rockets, noxious tungstens, dig the malordorous funk pungent, hung humid Anti Mahmoud power move shrew intrusion, Molotov flung fire fluid muse for revolution, of citizens wrongfully pegged wretched and destitute, reps the mega-underrated, vesuvius detonator, vintage sentence juxtaposition clutters the junction, bunsen burner gun compulsion grunts sputter redundant, smothered in repugnant prima donna posturing predominant launched from nominal thought pods swamped in narcotics, acipiter grip wizardry, ligament trim addition, intrinsically n*ggerish lyricisim, limerick incision, and with organic hypodermic vector injection, I fed and fled from one's sphere of awarness, effortless, Lancelot javelin impales a challenger who'd grapple with the colored champion branded for Klan hanging, anchored to cultivated bloody acerage, where pricked fingers plucked lucrative cotton bulbs that framed a cr*ckers quaker wig. Mr don again with more uncommon vomit, so when Bilial comes I ain't runnin, Im BOMBIN!

Verse 1 This rancid anthem bangs like We Are The Champions, jammin in the ampitheater, lampin, the malcontent candidate charter's crash landed, you're enamoured with the mammoth master blaster Bartertown tard harking garbled jargon thats so impeccably errant, the syntax and slang of a tyrant is heir apparent, smoldering manifestos read on air, flaring off like a fair one, this rhyme is the reprisal of pariahs forced to face their goliaths to find Jehovah Jireh provides and guides us, in this environment of dire straits, ire, and iron hate, where iron fires in trembling grip of novices spiraling strays, the United Nations conspire to bind the sovereign places under the guise of 'peace and safety' rumors of war continue wafting as a stench funk adjacent, confusion adjudicated, ruminating brewing to ruin the lassez faire mood of the complacent, notice the ogre posted with his stoic poker face, chosen moniker's jotted lower case for posers watching closely, yeah Hook Welcome to the carnival you are now rocking with the honorable and you can try to play me like a commoner but you dont wanna come test the carnivore its like Whatcha gon do? Tell me whatcha gon do? (x3) it's all on you, lil daddy now what you wants to do? Verse 2 Tyson circa 92 verses everybody, when he voicebox apocolypse with Cus D'Amato ergonomics, gauntlet flanked with miscreants, daunting when a myriad of spitters keep phleming and swear that they shot licking, Within the crimson mist, believed they injured him yet never hemmorhaged, pigment blended like Himba limbs, Namibian, you either see the threats with the Malcom extraterrestrial, Mecca pilgramage spectacles, or be stretched somewhere much less distinguished than a ballroom, the next ghetto spectre, malt beverage dedication to be poured on cracked pavement, memory mingling with Marjijuan-ganjah vapor, indelably militant melanin nihilists waving, and rarely waiver, perhaps your masterful analogy was framed in fallacy, flattery distorts truths symmetry replacing it with vanity, only thing you manage to fathom in your analysis is f*ggotry, this fracas is a gatling rant against your tranny mannerisms, (Ha!) and if your hands had any wisdom, they'd keep lampin in your pockets, instead of so eagerly reaching to dap friendly, thats why spying defiler fiends conspire to fly you the evil eye spiked with a vile of E.Coli, erroneous ceremony, skull and bone proned mumbling, globalization has a strangle yoke on autonomy, its coming.

Hook Old school, new school need to learn though I bust the riggidy rhyme flow, and resurrect the 9-0 Verse...its kinda lengthy, and Im kinda lazy at this point so...you got ears. You don't like that? my bad...YOU type it...

Vocal sample: Here's a little something for n*ggers who loud talk Verse Why don't ya'll pause that megalomaniac melodrama treacherous devils revel in the malaise of bad karma psuedo scholars ponder Ologyst's siddity diligence with dense, illogical and nonsensical spin-doctorism your ocular's wrought with astigmatism, locked in a pensive prison grimacing, pinched in the henges of envy and if you will indulge me in quoting the kid Mystikal, Im privilaged to inform you of 3 things i'm least likely to do: 1. Im prob'ly not gonna change my style, 2, never gon' bounce, (3) and I'm never gon' bow to any false diety claiming he king, or any neeger feeling his sling blade is more cerebal palsy than the ox I'm wielding. Written by d.o.n.

Verse 1 Snaggletooth hagglers who chew the fat, spewin that Uzi slap talon semi-automatic tangent Treachery's tapestry is patterned with bloody embroidery Thuggish imbroglio and skull duggery etched a gaping hole NOLA acts a pagan pandora ladened with corpses an open sarcophagus with cadaver staggering out of it Tragedy badgers with the unflappable angst of battery Retaliation is the Pavlovian catalyst Chicanery is championed emphatically, dilapidated dwellings decorated with government funded window dressing These mechanic ratches click and dismantle anatomy Currently procurring currency's a lure for lurid schemes Thus insurgents murmuring of murder's a reccuring theme Tyrannical syntax is the silverback alpha male tantrum And foreplay for the gun crazed bonanza, Maaaan! Hook Try a melatonin, it might inspire good sleep instead of prespiring because of trials in the streets but you slept on better days, now you deal with the unpleasantries, you made that brick and mortar bed brotha man, pleasant dreams Verse 2 In adolescense we was hacky sack heel attack happy for slabs of Laffy Taffy, pixelated polygon pleasure cartridges choppy graphics, frozen cups soaking in flavor, sugar coagulate, young palette a passion for Now&Laters and action figures, Saturdays, summers latter days lavish humidity, dashed with abandon, freeze tag street lamp flickering, Magazines, grab and you gasp, scantily clad fantasies, hand me the napkin, nad in it and nap rapturous Shunning scholastics graphed my rap rhythms in tattered tablets, time lasped, yet the acumen for that habit's ever expansive, haphazard at calculs, now my mathematics are theorum rhythm equations Pythagoras couldn't ascertain Browsing my lifes chapters, flashes of regrets scattered, I relayed them to The Master in prayer, so now they matter less, Peace unto my family branches nursed me from foliage, the lineage has grown to a vineyard of live constituents, Maaaaan! Hook Pleasant dreams brotha man, though you awaken to unpleasant things, peasants and beggars and quasi-kings so the dollar reigns, and though the trials of this life, cause you to lose sleep, let the melatonin release until you at ease, and its peace.

Verse 2 Sick of the overly enthusiastic psuedo community activist half steppin, and having no clue of whats happening Sick of the short fuse muse inspiring long barrels to write another childs epitaph like youth never mattered Sick that people believe fulfilling every passionate vice on a whim is the norm only to judge someone else trapped in a habit Sick of others blaming those habits for lack of personal growth and prespective and concede unto destructive patterns Sick of black talons that lacerate backs of black talent, street lifes the masters lash, stacks enhance the masochist attraction Sick of the atheism, you've shunned The Master, why should my expression of praise to whom you harbor wrath be so enraging? Sick of the apathetic stance that makes anectdote of morality, Just to retract, empathize and embrace infamy Sick of the fact that thugs love vengence, condemn tenderness, and show no forebarence, just bare arms with clips extended. I'm not giving up...

Caaaaaaan Yoooooou Diiiiiig Iiiiiiiiiiit!!!!

Hook We have a right A right to have what we want And you wont stop us We will occupy We have a right A right to have what we need and you wont stops We will occupy Verse 1 Yo, A message to the frivolous and stingy, walk gingerly The miserly aspire to author the new misery the makeshift Icarus wings are disintergrating as well nosedive dismal Any sliver of dignity dipped, and is now officially grave digger giddy, Opportunity's a myth and the humility is crippling, its about accountability, not for the guilt riddled arbitrarily patronizing a cause and not contributing, I guess thats the benefit of privilege, negative, the trickery of pleasure seeking now we see the treachery of 'gettin me', tearing off the seal of revolution, you devils had the brevity to steal from the destitute, yet never expected them at your doorstep vexing you? Sullen and frustrated, a starving mans plea is met with face fulls of military grade capsasin, Trump turks covet a stash, and boast more flagrant. Hook Verse 2 The surplus is dwindling, where are the publicans during this whole circus where the people grow penniless? Jobs become limited, insufficient in light of the demand and the need, but uncertainty is plentiful, the govt is impotent, this isnt the rant of a descenter or a benedict, we have seen examples of tragedies that can slap us through inaction, such fragility can fracture from the weight of good intentions, its pensive, intense and constricting, and this why the citizens and kinsman assemble, the media presents it as a gathering of denizens in need of being neutralized by authoritative paid sentinels, in tactical gear attacking civilians unarmed and submissive yet steadfast given what the mission is, to summarize, the sentiment is genuine, we gon have everything we need, God willing, with resilience, so give it here! Hook