Open Mic: Alien Gun's

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   The stay is leangthy, but the fighter's ready.
Scars, wounds and a harpoon but hangin' my Snipe and machete.
Clearin' the Medley, merciful 'cuz the rhythm's too hyped and deadly.
Incarcerated and these bars are heavy,
reluctant to beef like a harbour's Deli!
I spark Ur envy, into flame infernoes.
Lines're off the dome and not scripted in some Danish journals.
Spread this verse, vurses an emcee like chakra's feint dispersal.
Nocturnal with a rhyme off a holster, a sharp poser,
holdin' a verbal A.K like a dark soldier.
I'm not lookin' for any exposure, but seekin' closure 'cuz it's fxckin' Over!
Leavin' this bxtch without lookin' over my crutchin' shoulder.
With My heart's colder, as emotionless as an Ogre's.
Reeked havoc on this transit, but lackin' odour.
Devoted my time to showin' my rhyme's just packed in bolder.
Pun Caption's doper, with metaphores galore.
Plagiaris these words 'cuz I metamorph a jaw,
spawn my dome's dorm, and leave real rap reborn.
Form aid to Ur weakness like chloroform, scorned with pair of horns.
In the aftermath of a storm, seekin' salvation.
In the midst of the RapNometry's facin' abomination,
fxck it, I'll bomb-a-nation in a mask of Jason,
I'm adjacent to elation like a hard-onless cocassian.
The rebelin' Satan, chasin' a burnt out flame, hopin' it's blazin'.
Put ignorance in displacement, Textrap's lost it's solar flair.
It's a putrified body, colder than Polar Bears,
and I'm in the morgue, walkin' up the Sonar stairs.

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Jesus Burgundy Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Banned Joined: 09 June 2014 Location: HeLL Status: Offline Points: 51 Text Rank: Unranked Stats: 0-0-1 Form: N	Post Options Post Reply Quote Jesus Burgundy Report Post Likes(0) Quote Reply Topic: Alien Gun's Posted: 22 June 2014 at 1:56pm
	The stay is leangthy, but the fighter's ready. Scars, wounds and a harpoon but hangin' my Snipe and machete. Clearin' the Medley, merciful 'cuz the rhythm's too hyped and deadly. Incarcerated and these bars are heavy, reluctant to beef like a harbour's Deli! I spark Ur envy, into flame infernoes. Lines're off the dome and not scripted in some Danish journals. Spread this verse, vurses an emcee like chakra's feint dispersal. Nocturnal with a rhyme off a holster, a sharp poser, holdin' a verbal A.K like a dark soldier. I'm not lookin' for any exposure, but seekin' closure 'cuz it's fxckin' Over! Leavin' this bxtch without lookin' over my crutchin' shoulder. With My heart's colder, as emotionless as an Ogre's. Reeked havoc on this transit, but lackin' odour. Devoted my time to showin' my rhyme's just packed in bolder. Pun Caption's doper, with metaphores galore. Plagiaris these words 'cuz I metamorph a jaw, spawn my dome's dorm, and leave real rap reborn. Form aid to Ur weakness like chloroform, scorned with pair of horns. In the aftermath of a storm, seekin' salvation. In the midst of the RapNometry's facin' abomination, fxck it, I'll bomb-a-nation in a mask of Jason, I'm adjacent to elation like a hard-onless cocassian. The rebelin' Satan, chasin' a burnt out flame, hopin' it's blazin'. Put ignorance in displacement, Textrap's lost it's solar flair. It's a putrified body, colder than Polar Bears, and I'm in the morgue, walkin' up the Sonar stairs.