M 11th HOUR

hell is empty, and all the devil's are here. This is my dead symphony I’m bringing peril and fear While I hit the pedal and steer no white lighters Yea me and bo A couple of knight riders Whippin around in tie fighters Wild tigers out to find buyers Sip wines and fine ciders Cite writers in rhymes Stay high like kite flyers Sharp eye to lay ciphers Like literary snipers. I dine with time grinders And dime finders, pied pipers We spit venom while we eat like vipers ima sly fox in socks on the my forest walk At the river shore it shares It’s polished rocks with mr. Knox And talking clocks. Til the chicks come The chicks with bricks and glocks and then some. The clicks and clacks and pointed guns. The rocket rocks and zombie walks. Skull split I’m on my scum shit Knock if you buck bitch Throw her ass in the trunk cause she snitch You got wide eyes staring While I’m live Mic checking Yo in this moment The Holy Ghost went Cash gets spent Now the moments gone Your girls guilt is fadin The bitch decided she staying Yeah bad I’m breaking My lips to her hips They’re swaying My limbs are aching so a couple of Percocet pills I’m taking Now the earth is quaking Cause I’m west coast chilling With my cell phone tripping While my dead homies sing In total control sitting in my ghetto building With some hoes who have thanks so their giving Yes im just gettin dough while I’m spitting Cause I’m chillin toe to toe With my enemies and foes Square cold kicking These shifty switching flows Yo, hold up Who the fuck said we cool ? Don’t ever try and check me fool The beast in me drools at the chance To get cruel, take ya back to street school What it do? Motherfucker I’m K.rool Got my bro azuli, ya red and blue from womb Born to breed doom, til we’re bled dead Back to the tomb, fuckboy did you assume the tomb was the end? They all take bets but never think we gon win It’s a common trend And your less mentioned deadly sin So now then, let’s begin I’ll start this dark art Once you say when. now blink and let your throat sink as i bring you back from the brink. Yeah I’m sharp like a straight edge razor A rather famous danger As we go on the pain gets greater I’m a heat exchanger, spit flame When I speak, with tongue in cheek But I ain’t the sprayer Just the conveyor here to convey I’m the rabid dog in the manger Here to endanger you haters And you can make a wager But I’m not taking retainers when it’s all said and done There will be no remainder I guess it’s true what they say The strange gets stranger At the end of the day