A Point to Prove. (Complete)

by **MC Anonymous** » Nov 23rd, '08, 03:30

Yo, I'm the illest individual with the typical lyricals
guaranteed to rupture your physical, mental, and spiritual visual
despicable when it comes to rhymes, my gums are frying
committing genocide, these nuns are dieing, my guns are crying
horrid lyrics with morbid spirits spittin' for you to hear it
I spear shit so fear it or get smashed with the sheer hit
I transmit and receive as I proceed to breathe and spit breeze
the condensation crystallizes your sleeves and makes ya shit freeze
message as clear as aleve, believe or be condemned to hell
spittin' fire until the earth only has one stem to dwell
well, my cryptic nature makes sure I speak hidden
your units meek ridden, don't come up to me with your weak writtens
spittin' with the fire mandible I damage you like a savage do
with the mechanical mentality I systematically ravage crews
feeding my creation three rations so it may free nations
these Freemasons start hiding within governmental sea basins
as I use nuclear warfare to make this war bare
before care comes the impulses of corps scares.

Potential, In some instances....it can help
but in most, it can be deadly.
I don't look for potential,
I look for skill.

Ancient patience lingers within, writing with the fingers of sin
poisonous poems injected through chrome as the stingers peirce skin
ocular messages hidden within writtens, drivin' with real spittin'
innocence's seal's rippin', suddenly the steel's slippin'
numerous holes are gaping, as every toll is scraping
thunder, destruction, this junction explodes, the souls are shaping
themselves wonder in their slumber ''is my life just a number?''
origins reveal the feelings of attack, as my lust is cumbered
potentially, the sentimental entity may gently tend to me
readily on bended knee my tended pleas are ignored instantly
optical fibers with biological wires release the tears of pain
violent years to gain vehemently fear this game that adheres shame
energetic with the bearded mane the battle lion consumes competition
these new addition steel plated boots are used to stomp the bitchin
obvious lyricists deliver deceases guaranteed to infect a clitoris
a quired venom leakin' from my lips got me sayin ''what type of spit is this?''
linguistic incisions applied with precision to the brain's hemisphere
leaving bloodshed and bodies on hospital beds when I'm near.

I got A Point to Prove to All...

Website · by **Solace** » Nov 23rd, '08, 03:31

Sick shit man, i loved it. Favourite lines:

Yo, I'm the illest individual with the typical lyricals
guaranteed to rupture your physical, mental, and spiritual visual

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spittin' with the fire mandible I damage you like a savage do
with the mechanical mentality I systematically ravage crews

9/10

Like your vocab, keep using it up, but dont over do it

by **Ka0t1c** » Nov 23rd, '08, 06:21

i felt a lot of this but sometimes it seemed u tried to rhyme instead of having a reason to

by **MC Anonymous** » Nov 23rd, '08, 15:56

Website · by **Solace** » Nov 23rd, '08, 17:52

The second verse is fucking great..I loved it man, better htan the first as McMaybe said. Man id like to hear you spitting this :happy:

by **Requiem** » Nov 24th, '08, 00:45

Sick shizz man. love the way u use ur lyrics to flip, and how it just rolls off the tongue. it's the most completcated peice i've ever read, but hte flow is flawless. u should really record some of this ish. it deserves to be heard :8)