The Fall-Out: (ReBooT)
The Fall-Out: Yo! I don’t trick or treat but I love My liquor sweet, Elite, degrees of elevation, Agony of defeat. Stalking prey like a predator, BeZZ slay any competitor, Breaking down your entire molecular Structure, Thought conductor. Body’s battered, Exposing brain matter, And ruptured spleens, Flows, the guillotine shows, That I say what it is that I mean Bro; Amigo, you’re not really people, Though we are created equal, When we scrap I’ll beat you medieval And have you leaking fecal(s). Homie, again I’m lethal, something like That injection, changing perspectives, Up in my section, no rhyme stimulation, Penetrating, the earth like a comet invasion, My contemplation’s deeper than the Vastness of the Universal consolations, Don’t do battles, but with desecration, comes Higher exaltation, In spite, I’m patiently waiting, For my inoculation, Loving all races, I face it Didn’t quite come up in segregation. But when I’m scribing my vibe it’s purely Lyrical devastation, deviating From hatred, and solo exoneration, JA’BeZZ switching my name to “BooKs” ‘Cause that’s what I be writing, Free-styling daily,& “Clash Of The Titans” Yet only in it for uniting, On the mic that I’m igniting!! Bringing it to these, emcees, like I’m The Iron Mike Tyson, of writing, But only without the biting, My homies, it’s kind of frightening! Inciting, changes, it’s strangest When strangers, and former banger’s, Are throwing up they fingers, with no signs, Co/Signs, Player I’m doing, so fine. And I’m fixing to shine, When I’m lacing my grind, In these end times, I pen lines, Like the Scribes did in Biblical times, kid! I slid, to the back room, Thinking ‘bout jack moves, To smack fools, with tools, And break all of the rules. But then I was like, I’m cool, Kid, we all got to eat fool, I’m blessing the Mic with Hip~Hop ‘Cause Yo! Homie, that’s what we do!!! True, I execute, real flows in the booth, I’m exposing, the Roots, Cold World and Times, shackled minds, just have frozen the Youth, Cold hearts, glutted with ignorance, And just supposing, it’s truth, Watching people falling out daily, So explosive; Reboot!! Ooh!!!
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The Fall-Out: Yo! I don’t trick or treat but I love My liquor sweet, Elite, degrees of elevation, Agony of defeat. Stalking prey like a predator, BeZZ slay any competitor, Breaking down your entire molecular Structure, Thought conductor. Body’s battered, Exposing brain matter, And ruptured spleens, Flows, the guillotine shows, That I say what it is that I mean Bro; Amigo, you’re not really people, Though we are created equal, When we scrap I’ll beat you medieval And have you leaking fecal(s). Homie, again I’m lethal, something like That injection, changing perspectives, Up in my section, no rhyme stimulation, Penetrating, the earth like a comet invasion, My contemplation’s deeper than the Vastness of the Universal consolations, Don’t do battles, but with desecration, comes Higher exaltation, In spite, I’m patiently waiting, For my inoculation, Loving all races, I face it Didn’t quite come up in segregation. But when I’m scribing my vibe it’s purely Lyrical devastation, deviating From hatred, and solo exoneration, JA’BeZZ switching my name to “BooKs” ‘Cause that’s what I be writing, Free-styling daily,& “Clash Of The Titans” Yet only in it for uniting, On the mic that I’m igniting!! Bringing it to these, emcees, like I’m The Iron Mike Tyson, of writing, But only without the biting, My homies, it’s kind of frightening! Inciting, changes, it’s strangest When strangers, and former banger’s, Are throwing up they fingers, with no signs, Co/Signs, Player I’m doing, so fine. And I’m fixing to shine, When I’m lacing my grind, In these end times, I pen lines, Like the Scribes did in Biblical times, kid! I slid, to the back room, Thinking ‘bout jack moves, To smack fools, with tools, And break all of the rules. But then I was like, I’m cool, Kid, we all got to eat fool, I’m blessing the Mic with Hip~Hop ‘Cause Yo! Homie, that’s what we do!!! True, I execute, real flows in the booth, I’m exposing, the Roots, Cold World and Times, shackled minds, just have frozen the Youth, Cold hearts, glutted with ignorance, And just supposing, it’s truth, Watching people falling out daily, So explosive; Reboot!! Ooh!!!
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