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Rage617 100 Bars


Its Doctor strange love playing operation
The sharpest razors chop ya frame up
I'll take a step up from the angel dust
And cremate satan just to lace the blunt

My tongue is numb i can't taste the bud
I burned my taste buds got decayin lungs
Just check it when i rock it I create a buzz
i stay like a motha f..cking tazer son

Electrifying death defying
im never dieing start recognizing
I rep the underground till the dead are rising
Expanding my mind or im exercizing

Gettin better with time like chedder and wine
got the merit of a veteran i been in my prime
Every time i hit the red button for recording
its like i hit the button for launching nucluear war heads

striking like a scorpian leavin em all dead
this world is remorseless breedin the warriors
trojan horses tryna sneak up in my fortress
my rage is obscene its the earforce click

a tactical track terroist radical rap lyricist
The antichrist anarchist battling barbarbian
Stomping and trampling walking gargantuan
Turn me to a statue carved like the pyramids

I start smearing shit then dip like a vandalist
I spit and I flip and I switch up the manuscript
F..ck who ya family is i'll put you in a coffin
ima be the reason the rest dressing like they gothic

The devil spawned kid blessed with gods gifts
I'll make your skin burn and bubble like bong hits
You no name rappers spit hip hop anonymous
Like rob schynder tryna say hippopatamus

I drop the hottest shit leave boiling toilet water
destroy you and slaughter till ya boys are all goners
So if you wanna say shit understand this
you damn bitch ill leave you praying like a mantis

I ain't afraid of the blade of the guillotene
I'll stay till infinity like beethovens symphonies
As long as I spread my name you ain't killing me
I'm an emcee thats the same things my kids'll be

Secret weapons under my wing like plane artillery
I make producers flatline i stay killing beats
I'm more raw then rough footage of a porn freak
rawer then dahmer cooking up a corpse feast

I'ma be the one to start world war three
ima start war four when the worlds no more
I spit hot rhymes even with a cold sore
rob you for ya ice with a f..cking blow torch

i stay away from courts like I hate basketball
life is a golf course full of hazards yall
I catapult my raps and my tracks at whoever
I killed every beat so I do acapellas

One mans trash is another mans treasure
I look like white trash but i am something better
You'll never get on my level even if we played
Together in the same video game

The digital brain syllable maze rythmically trained
F..ck 15 minutes of fame i live on the stage
I could spit off the brain for a million days
spit in infinite ways with unlimited rage

The interchangeable incredible amazing flow
I'm quick to strangle you with cables for microphones
Gimme a minute to rip it and listen the infinite rythm I spit and deliver
Is quicka ta give ya the shivers then swimming in rivers in blizzards in winter

I'm sippin on liquor and killin my liver
a cynical sinner invisable killa
syllable spitter big hitter vanilla godzilla
a military guerilla still ill in the eva

with a v for vendetta mask n revolution rags
i scream and yell till my skeleton is cracked
my head has been wacked - my telephone is tapped
my internet is hacked i gotta step back

I remember 9 -11 - when building seven collapsed
and the pentagon attack with no wreckage of a crash
revenge is sweet so im telling you the facts
i always get payback like a federal tax

So i bring it back like a record -era- record that is scratched
In the present - my present is my past
So imma break the record for breaking records in guiness
so all you motherfuckers get it - im gifted


all my enemy's ain't got my abilities
that's like comparing the mlb to little league
its like a planet compared to a grain of sand
let me explain it man how else can i say it damn

if u try to swing on my you'll break ya hand
you are a silent lamb i am the greatest ram
f..ck ya'll i make my own rules
in a class by myself just like im home schooled

don't rap for the wealth and its so true
that im always broke and ill always owe you
i could drop an album and make no cash
and still be happy at what you gave back

hip hop already payed me back
it drained all the pain and kept my brain intact
its probably the reason i ain't raisin gats
and robbin you people just to take ya stash

so f..ck you and ya media hype bitch
when your meetin a right fist its kinda like a meteorite hit
see - im so hot everytime that i drop rhymes
dylon even got a spot for me in his top five

see the dark side when i use a verse
i'm more creative then the birth of the universe
see the dark side when i use a verse
i'm more creative then the birth of the universe



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