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Poetically off the Chain
Poetic Assassin
My lyrics reach the top above the clouds mountain range I descend on the fakest holdin the keys countless game Walk through the fountains to seperate mud from rain Feet ain't getting wet yet, aided from blood and pain I'm focused while my enemies still refuse to change Smokin' the sweet erb high while I polish my fangs... You see....something happens everytime I write my name .......Another rapper dies talking about ice and chains Fight for change but the projects still littered with illereate Like its cool to hold me back and only talk about killin' shit But you ain't killin' shit...only the illest will and I'm feelin' it Put my book away to hide the knowledge like I'm stealin' it Yes I was dealin' shit...even gripped heat to start pealin' wit But do I have to stay the same or begin to start healin' this Nah..I abolished that cause the ink flowin' bombarded the gate Scopin the hardest these darts always reguarded as great Pardon my stake but it remains hard to be ardent in place Cuz I have the eyes of a lion and the heart of the brave...
Chain
Greed intertwined with the heat of being in a bind Creep through my mind while deleting all benign… Seeds from my psyche I feed on when I’m kind… To the people on my side so I cheat on the divine With creatures bleeding something which seemingly ain’t wine I drink it nonetheless, knowing Jesus would decline… All they had to offer which was evil re-defined Offered me their flesh, now I’m feasting on the swine Losing all my bread to my demons on the grind Here to rock my cradle till I’m sleeping in a pine… Box, boxing angels that can read between the lines Me tryna see them made them see that I was blind Hated being home ‘cause the streets could make me shine Home was a place where they beefed like all the time My beefs were the bomb ‘cause the precinct called them crimes My mom found bullets in my jeans and couldn’t find… Words to describe her grief, leaving her behind… In her seat, I just skated to peep my nigga’s nine
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