The End is Nigh

#theendisnigh #tein #undergroundrap #hiphop #apocalypse #music #flow #bars #KnN #immortals #rapfame #bmvideo #gas #postapocalypserap thanks to @tyrellgibson for mastering Chorus So tell me that you live and die for the crucifix  The end is nigh, and all i see is hallowness Prepared for war, weapons loaded on my conciousness ....Post apocalypse rap. Verse 1 The gas mask im wearing, aint just for show and tell Wont be home until i get the corrosion off my shell I can tell its been a long night, study opponent deals But imma keep it real, feed from poetic cells I will keep growing until my heart stops beatin Completing contracts and never retreatin Im a cheatin gamblin man, with succeeding backup plans I will beat up on the man, stop his breathing with my hand I mean it when i claim ill put an end to an end I dont blend in with the crowd, shroud in my 6 sense no miss steps, blitz check, reminisce on a 6 stack Big facts, that high tech is taking over my cheques Apex predator, i owe it to my editor Self competitor i gave myself this character Apocalyptic executor, sittin for electrocution Just for my amusement, ill spit about the future Verse 2 Collateral damage, from mutated chemicals 2 extra autosomes, call me supernatural No vacancy for bodies underneath my home Comfortable hearing beats, like Edgar allan poe Backpack filled with ammo, guns, daily rations With the dots red man, im ready for some action Collapsed mansions, army of assassins Always raining ashes, what more could i imagine Theres ghosts on the wander they looking for a host Repel back the phantoms, so keep the bible close Expel negative energy, scope motives to focus Concretes growing roses, split like it was moses I post up strong with an apocalyptic stance Advanced in warfare, for any circumstance No chance in hell ill get bested by these goons They way we squad up, dig through your chest with a spoon Verse 3 Wash the talk out your yap, big boss make it hap, Quit flossin your grabs, or ill bust in your cap, Angel dust off the map, quick adjust to the track, Im accustomed to facts, that i trust in my plans Take a wild stab at all the master plans i found Started with nothing proved to own my own town Im on the proving ground ready for your burial No one is gonna be there cuz nobody ever heard of you Automated turrets in every corner of my lane If you cross that line they will splatter your brain Celebrate with champagne a little bump of cocaine Membrane sparked, train up with sensai Using superpowers man, devour horsepower The sand in the glass is ticking down by the hour Life gets dark as the sun gets lower If you aint with apocalypse rap, its over