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.::Baghdad B-52 Bomber::. ________________________________________ –.::KreZilla::.– –---[#KZLA]---– –.::KREMAVELI::.– __--[Vermicelli]--__ _________________________________________ it's been a fortnight, since I felt guided right, in the fast lane with an ill Mind unusual tenacious behaviours amendments of appendages changed when this, gave us a new point of view decided recently it was time to sword fight again, but I might add detection of defected sections of envisioned decisions up for selections, making choices upon a livid lucid truthful but rigid testimony here in the nowaday.. as now its here that the accountability almost new found, a worthwhile, but in the meantime mixing and mastering lets show then our results then were all set .. dope sick with euphoric feelings hopelessness overwhelmed with thoughts and dark memories of life or death or unconsciousness. but in the end the intended ending has already begun to get spun thru my splattered spits splitting thru an iron fist. besides it's always a risk when your messing with a mixed masterpiece made me see the disk for what it is a mixtape straight out cancerous but in terms of a cessations its addictiveness was in itself remarkably consistent with my hotlist sensitive i guess i gotta admit it sooner or later, as i hide my fragile mind behind my song blasting boosted bassline drops over the top from without the playlist that no body could've topped and as i press play i hope that, all the best wishes werent waisted, set sail for home im pretty far away tho, didnt think id wind up in outer space bro..a livelihood built on selling deal baggies novacaine every arvo.., attempting to flex with a tense few moments to congest it, life is but another round robin of drug droppin feeding an insatiable hunger with old habits of narcotic dependency, it die hard, but feels immortal indeed, cos i got loaded again, and im off the tree, worthwhile caus all my talents skillsets and abilities turn a frown upon my face upsidedown transforming it in to heartfelt smile, warming up Australia, but to actually, speak thru the beat beat that i hide behind and remain discrete until its pound down for the 1,2,3... _________________________________________ –Bagpipes from Baghdad– mad rhymes from mad raps mad lines from a mad act.. mad hype beyond Banditos, hiding under spinning sombrero hats. but yo, i see you amigos. that is that. _________________________________________ then again, when was once upon a palliative coming in like a kamikaze with correspondence to between commando and a pilot solider taste testing victory catered for the crowds serving indiscriminately to those indifferently judged but once it was done n dusted just like a doghouse diner serving a teaspoon of cement for breakfast, and side dish is a healthy serving of nine inch nails.. but we wanna what avails to encrypt all i know what is you exactly confused about.. I'll look up in my encyclopaedia schizophrenia if its not in there, its gotta be in the encyclopaedia insannia newest edition, limited allowance in timing my outlasted verse designer, now only, down chasing after what was downpaid for, i want advice from the dealer.. asking before i buy, for a short disclaimer, about what the quality is like i want my prosperous pocket filled with a decorum crystal clear rocks jaggerex like a little pill. but with more instore, forget the fire drill, their always pounding that alarm, when i get real trill, so forgive me for showing, what skill, for example, I don't have to recite everything i type, cos im about retire but when i do, ill do it, with a respected reputation renowned around the hometown, as having that, super hot fite to bite back to back, with satire that holds no slack as i slang it out its impossible not to cop flack from it with track after track, perfect.. so i hold tight the high standard and cop it sweet if im demanded, only escaping by incarcerated myself into remand prison. so nice to not have to return to the basic structures of old layouts, niw a realistic opportunity to pay homage to the blessed be folded 3 times over, fortune facing the unpredictability of passing through the portal gates into a new dimension, i find fate is a good guide when grievance went into revival of holy smoke as my trail is blazing, choke on my dick... i feel amazing, but better if i could bust out my blue ball sack sagging with a refurnished potency of dank dope abode with a strong stank well known.. simplistically pacing down a strangers driveway at home, with my feet slapping down on the cold bleak concrete pavers, destination danger zone as im solidifying my composure to blow brains lobe from lobe, and crack the skull, devil on my back, i can never tell. but pride over prejudice as im overtaking the main stage as the free docious ceremony started to take place all the while notably handing out free doses of euphoria within my musical componentry upsetting the equilibria of hiatus until it disappears from view. but to easily understand that all the while, im jesting anout forgetting that i got a duty withholding background soundtrack cos i gotta get an ace up my sleeve before fighting back against, them fits of rage.. _________________________________________ –Bagpipes from Baghdad– mad rhymes from mad raps mad lines from a mad act.. mad hype beyond Banditos, hiding under spinning sombrero hats. but yo, i see you amigos. that is that. _________________________________________ ima perform a contortionism of blood guts n gore, appalling as i spent last winter impaling decapienvironments of diabolic extents messing with the devil will only appear as scorned and scolded before merely, coonsulting somebody to adhere to listening to your complaints anyway sick of the constant struggle dying coz im sitting behind my bedroom walls busy but still mega bored as if I tated head on fine dining and I ordered smorgasbord come again, then i bring the point of no return with the traffic, mounting up, by the landfill, to controversially bring them all to a standstill and also once you start to begin to understand what it is that was spell cast upon a targeted molehill afterdark blanketed like karma, had caught on up, shunting visualisation techniques coffin closing atop deathbed the agony stops suddenly cos every chance i get to immerse all them, in higher levels of awareness, vigorously defending my legacy, implementing achievements of prophecy remembered Again later on.. then the next broken neck, bounty over head, i got my hands dirty but they couldn't find my redhanded bcoz besides each available space astounding all surrounding leaving a victim screaming from efforts of squeezing a squeal outta as squirming broken lung suffocating its very breathe capacity. feeling myself these days, but I still aim, to shoot for the sun and drinking of a fertile orbiting saturn, as im walking under the stars, stepping up to the plate of oblivion multitasking meticulously managing ourbursts outrageously loud barking at the skyline , as i shoot down the luminosity of the our moon last thing i remember was delirious lunacy. i tend towards regarding lunacy as, a side effect of being, a certified genius, _________________________________________ –Bagpipes from Baghdad– mad rhymes from mad raps mad lines from a mad act.. mad hype beyond Banditos, hiding under spinning sombrero hats. but yo, i see you amigos. _________________________________________