blaze

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3 months ago

holding a teck nine so ahead of my time bullets rip apart past design when my pen unwinds/ machine gun funk that leaves your nebula blind/ leaves skeletal structure of rhymes to see sculpture rip apart before it was built/ spit from the heart embedded with skill/ microphones deaded with pen spinning like psiclone up the hill/ third eye open siclope of the microphone that kills/ you know the drills when I start martching different level soldier call me Martian/ I rip appart hearts and water with tears my canvas of a garden/ that pen tip screams its art and couldn't paint farther than my arson/ murder a painting that's one of my sayings I'm portraying/ I swear the pen tip is small to the viewer but when my mind unleashes ink it feels like bazooka/ I'm genetically modified b-rabit I race to the future/ aesthetically glorified by the viewers/ pleasant for the ears when lyrics paint the canvas red like the shooters/ outline check on the canvas when I turn my pen into mass producer/ hit the boozer then turn you champ into a looser/ couldn't beat me even in a dream like I'm freddy crueger/

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