superman punch

flowing on the mic with no consequences its like gta the difference between life and death swinging both knuckles for that superman punch qhen i see you talking all that shit and you think there aint no bad blood it you abd me i want blood im no vampire or a warewolf no twilight in washifas you cant expect to not get bit when you tease a monstacity of these incraments decaliper your specific coordinates prepare as my sound invades cutting like in spades little and big jokers fool what all that talk and for what that why i dont shit talk about anyone to anyone its my altirior motive to the subject at hand using complex vocabulary to floss the depth of a mind capable to pull out the steel and lay it down in the line obstacle revolving in your atmosphere troops infiltrated your location from the rear and asked for your microphone identification tagged and bagged your style for further investigation as o kept reciting these few lines as my living statement the degree of the impact that was presieved left brains overloading from the learning experience that we all used to have,hip hop was our mom and dad in a gargantuan interwinding the tooken message as a threat i was shown a premition like final destination i was shown many things but with hopes that the outcome of the deadly massacre can be prevented by what you do after you hear this flo like stan did for em but im nothing like either of them cuz destiny dinasty of the righteous will always prevail now prepare to unveil the hidden message put by god in my heart for you to listen to ,stay g keep the code sacred and always face your adversary enemie or authority face first this can get much worse yes i know of course your way off to you predestined holy destiny that was your original destination dont ever snitch just to get rich cuz you wouldn't like that if the roles were switched switch poundind mics every day like pussy heavyweight contender showing up to the mic bout said a little rhyme thats nice gun out gunt out blast your chest twice with two slugs that i spent all night grinding two slices ill show you what righteous is by what i do and what i say i put that on biggie smalls i feel like im hoing to die thats why i stay with my nickle plated glock thats ready to blast on ya like that dude from outkast asking ben how much money i have and reply the same as either guy money to the ceiling what a great feeling working neck to neck swinging lyrical swords protect your neck and beats from rapfame you can respect fresh bars daily so much that its a library and i feel like theres a war within me the whole in my chest where my kids held thier spot tares my dreams shattered pieces of fragments in my memories drown in tears of agony defeated dishonored and betrayed by the very soul person that was supposed to be mine but i guess thats why im in the back of the line she knew the whole time what it would do to us,still you did nothing to save us,now my kids yern for a hug and an i love you from me as i miss all of them so excursiating agony that the pain of my chest is so severe that drugs and medication only numb it momentarily no father should ever be kept from thier kids just for glutany adultery profanity envy and jealousy look at us now i hope that your sexual satisfaction is comforting to my childrens tears and pain in thier hearts from loosing a dad at home cuz youll never succeed in braking us united in chromazones and blood cells calling and reaching for eachother unseperable in mind and spirit you wanted a confession there you have it