I was gifted first/ i was born Bezerk/raise cain for the cursed/ living mundane stuck& hurt/1must convert 1s thoughts wo

I was gifted first/ i was born Bezerk/raise cain for the cursed/ living mundane stuck& hurt/1must convert 1s thoughts words ...sc ratch that erase what burns in proper time..scars on my soul are long term tho.... affliction limits my limitlessniss still constrictred by vines from outer realms of blind selfishness of the egos we own...time passed by...so did people.we kno. other hand of the same clock is called count down of our receading Egos... adios amigos./ my people/ be safe keep faith...stay humble/lyrically lethal/ Discern defeat evil from sea to sea ...get out my peritheral or die slow wen i unload aint afraid to let it show...aint afraid to let it go. let the canons blow/both barels bark//Dont stop the show/ my passion for rappn..it grows. unparalleled/ It is art. eat at dick ..wit a bit a miricale whip for yo lips & buds..not out riden on dubs //im not rockin in clubs or pop lockn on drugs...all you fake 1s aint live!! all acoustic unplugged.. rock w this ballet/or im beatin yo mugg// im leakin out speakers speakin either/allyou tweekers/lookin for features/crush your mindz/ ya thoughts teeter tawter wen i release heat to melt ya nerves leavem sauterd...