HARDCORE sh*t
[Solace Zeta]
Verse 1:
Be-still/
Free-will/
We-bill/
See I'm ill/
On that hardcore sh**/
Time k**s like Uzis or movies that starred-warships/
Scarred-shores-shift/
Like lines/
Drawing parallels through rhymes/
Awing like carousels with signs/
Of splendor, my design as defender of validity/
Stupidity to question the divinity/messing with infinity/
My illness is chronic/
When I reveal-this you want-it/
The hip-hop like hopscotch/
Turn it up & watch/
Me burn-it-up ‘til it stinks like toast/
Chant can't be still my ink's like sucrose/
Energetic, prophetic I feel-wise/but I realize/
Most guys/
Are of the venal-sort/
Like the penal-courts/
The scene'll-warp/
Misanthrope I'm apocryphal/
On spliffs-I-smoke the tropical/
Cause I'm prime like the meridian/
I spark-wits cause I'm sharp-as the darkest obsidian/
Not among the rotund & quotidian/
Wanna-know how I write with authenticity?/
Gonna-go with that's right the pen-is-a-mystery/
Know & exceed, go like speed & an*lyze-it-expediently/
Grow like weed & fertilize-it-with-the-ingredients-that-he/
Facilitates sweetly, keep-me real-&-create/
At will-facts, what's more-admit it/
Chill-back & adore-quick/
Cause I'm ill on that hardcore-sh**…
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[I'm ill on that, hardcore sh**] X 8
Verse 2:
Vainly remains-be lain-three times two feet deep/
Defeat, true decline repeats/
Each-day reap-pay from-which I sow/
Dumb-b**h I know/all I need to succeed, it's called weed/
A mic, a pipe, a pen, a pad, a lighter/
Quite-sure to ignite-your inspiration/
Then have a drag, a tag of the pen & then it's so-ill it'll fulfill my aspiration/
I collect checks like plants and precipitation/
Amped up I stamp up the stage like an elephant in rage/
Sinister/
I have a knack for rap minister/
Diminish-your/
Pathetic a** to theoretic existence, resistance hypothetic, then-it's-your/
Demise comprised devious with mischievous intent when-bent/
On destruction I function like gremlins/
Know-eventually, I'll soon blow once I've caught-air like a hot-air balloon ascending/
Without fathoming or comprehending/
Factually exactly, yet undiminished ‘til I finish branding the understanding, ya kidding?
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Verse 3:
We're at the brink/
Don't blink/
Or you're extinct/
Cause I'm distinct with the linked-sh**/
I'm quick-to-erupt/
Equipped-to-destruct/
And rip-sh**-up/
I play tricks like minds/
What'd I mean? Seems it's up to you to define/
So take heed-or-sit/
If you need-a-bit/
Longer to ponder, the deal right now I feel we lack leadership/
And redemption in the rap dimension, so I'll provide guidance/
Even when weeded I don't approach life like a joke, rather I awoke And now treat-it like I'd already died-hence/
I appreciate-greatness & cease-to-make-fakeness like the Matrix/
My alliance rests with sleeping-giants/
I gain-appraise for defeating-tyrants/
Who remain-afraid retreating-&-hide-since/
Faith & reliance is placed-hard on my safeguards that subtract their acts of defiance/
I pop-quick with the logic like I got-it Down to a science…
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