[G.O.F]
It's the beginning
Synapse to bloodclat oblivion yout
[Verse 1 : RayFTW]
Steady ducking through the alleyways, broken city
Hallowed by the shadows, was enthrazzled when he'd spoken wth me
My escape from what had seemed to be a soul conflicting
Never listened
Rebel
Tell Guevara of the more that's missing
Marathon you're a liar, I ran a mile just to salvage the truth, in fact holding gavels and suits
That's overruled
Plead the fifth, won't believe that it leads to this
Exercising my violent right
Silent nights and I read your script, actors
I did cartwheels in your honor
That's merely flipping your view of who's art fused by the trauma..
Of looking back at the blocks, hope you make a dash when the gun blow
That's athletic or your lifestyle
And if only for a night
When the full moon radiates and reminds us
The covert never do seem, the illegible never find us
They echo, you hard to read but I'm deaf to the sounding orders
I'm definitely in awe
Will I rest surrounding martyrs
Throwing gla**es at rock houses
Block scousers
Absent minded and blind folded
Stock gougers, riveting as my mind molded
Fully sober, hoodie over and black trousers
Quite astonished, I'm part of a gifted cosmic
Anonymous to a couple, no muscle under the bonnet
Never, bite the hand that feeds, bloody knuckles as he chuckles..
Off about the soft amount, awesome sound he starts to mount
Everest (ever rest) upon the shoulder
Clever gestures that aroma, spoke to me ..
I'm deaf as f**ing post Mortons
[Talking : G.O.F]
[Verse 2 : G.O.F]
I'm A Guy...
Who Would Wear A black Towel;
Black vans,hello kitty And High Gym Socks
Headed For The Top;But The Pearly Gates Locked
Precise Like A Sniper...Red Dots...To The Body
Leave Another Looking Like The Chicken Pox
And If You Flinch To The Itch Of Your Symptoms
Bullet Holes To The Physical And Souls...Of My Victims
Your Loved Ones...
Threw You Off Son?.....
I Would Never Waste Time,To Give Your The Life Finishing
Torment;Your Sanity's Is In Need Of Diminishing..
Anger Is The Factor...Limiting;the Quality Of Your Life Line
Taking Revenge Leaves The Line Of Your Life Jail Time
Leaving It Alone Would Be The Real Crime
Make Your Choice...
Either Way Your Mind Will Be Mine
Taking Charge Of The Chatter Of Your Teeth And Your Weak Heart Beat;Your Mouth And It's Speech
...Let Me Wake Now...
From My Bed So Flower Full
Even I Know...
My Being Isn't Powerful
Screw The Earth And Words Fake Cowards Pull
Suicidal Mood Swings Are The Highest In The Play Ground....
I swear I stay sound