Written Letter
222 Plays
•09 Feb 2019
Behold every thought I told, Own whats in my zone, Except the demon in my dome, That seems to call it home, It's like your Friends go blind and deaf They tried some shit and left Ill send a postcard when your dead, And than time will rid you of my head, It's like my vocal cords weild a sword, I take my skill to war and you the ward, before this lord, attempts to slaughter local hordes, Lord of voice, afford a choice, Ignore the poise, funny to annoy the boys, Destroy the voids, to pour some noise, It clear I rule the world, Come hear to fuel the lord, Duel because I'm bored What I pour, is slitting throats, instant gore I'm the end of worlds, I can bend the words, I can shout, I'm busting out the emporer, this is Sonny Dexter, I'm the lord of rhyme, call me Mordecai, I can horde a rhymes, They will pile while I warp thru time, Confused I is because of you, Young Padawan does not know the true, I told the true, and don't assume I loot, or you will get the boot, I like to rhyme, most of what I write is tight, I use my mind To levitate mic, It Activates at night The answer I am seeking, Is reaking, of a demon, Sneaking when I am sleeping Leaping when i hear it speaking I fucken love the women, I would tell you why because shouldn't, I would be putting lives in danger just so I wouldnt, be doing what I'm doing, I'm just doing it to be proving, you stupids Im the one moving, and everybody be choosing, loosing it to my music And weed gets me in the zone, it is always in my dome, I cannot leave the weed alone, I Gotta Flee from home, so I can feel alone, in my degree in poams, relieved to grow, the skills I own, are unbelievable, Believe in this evil,methods are medieval, I'm lord Mordecai, the poltergiest, The word of mind is told when I hold the mic, It is colder than the coldest ice, It jabbing at your heart and mind, Your mind departs to find, The starting line, behind apart of land that's mine, litterred with landmines, Oldschool flows are the shit, Don't like none than you a bitch, Btw they started all of it, All of this, So original like a Viking A striking aboriginal With a fist of lighting, This is freightning, I upgraded, Because you got me agitated, I ain't educated, So be glad u made it,
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Behold every thought I told, Own whats in my zone, Except the demon in my dome, That seems to call it home, It's like your Friends go blind and deaf They tried some shit and left Ill send a postcard when your dead, And than time will rid you of my head, It's like my vocal cords weild a sword, I take my skill to war and you the ward, before this lord, attempts to slaughter local hordes, Lord of voice, afford a choice, Ignore the poise, funny to annoy the boys, Destroy the voids, to pour some noise, It clear I rule the world, Come hear to fuel the lord, Duel because I'm bored What I pour, is slitting throats, instant gore I'm the end of worlds, I can bend the words, I can shout, I'm busting out the emporer, this is Sonny Dexter, I'm the lord of rhyme, call me Mordecai, I can horde a rhymes, They will pile while I warp thru time, Confused I is because of you, Young Padawan does not know the true, I told the true, and don't assume I loot, or you will get the boot, I like to rhyme, most of what I write is tight, I use my mind To levitate mic, It Activates at night The answer I am seeking, Is reaking, of a demon, Sneaking when I am sleeping Leaping when i hear it speaking I fucken love the women, I would tell you why because shouldn't, I would be putting lives in danger just so I wouldnt, be doing what I'm doing, I'm just doing it to be proving, you stupids Im the one moving, and everybody be choosing, loosing it to my music And weed gets me in the zone, it is always in my dome, I cannot leave the weed alone, I Gotta Flee from home, so I can feel alone, in my degree in poams, relieved to grow, the skills I own, are unbelievable, Believe in this evil,methods are medieval, I'm lord Mordecai, the poltergiest, The word of mind is told when I hold the mic, It is colder than the coldest ice, It jabbing at your heart and mind, Your mind departs to find, The starting line, behind apart of land that's mine, litterred with landmines, Oldschool flows are the shit, Don't like none than you a bitch, Btw they started all of it, All of this, So original like a Viking A striking aboriginal With a fist of lighting, This is freightning, I upgraded, Because you got me agitated, I ain't educated, So be glad u made it,
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