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Tha Century / 100 Bars Deep

Now This's Gonna Be Sticky....

I shapeshift monotonous mockeries into a metamorphisis of melodic
monogamy...
Im more morbid audibly, smear your extremities with catatonic embalment
fluid..
Smoke you for the toxin release! My words constrict airholes until all
oxygen is ceased...
Kids is tryin to elevate they point of views by studying topography?!
Ha! You god-awful emcees.... Watch true suns set across the horizon of your
premises...
I shadowbox with the reflection of an extra-terrestrial nemesis, to sharpen
my depth perception!
Intense ressurections of mental sections, to ascend beyond eleven tenths of
perfection...
I was born when the clock was confused and twelve fell into thirteen...
From dusk to dawn my embryo's vitality radiated a pulsing kinetic energy...
I disperse beams! 360 degrees of devastation, and six degrees of
seperation..
Equals 60 emcees thats gon die from each gamma ray salivation...
I still see 20/20 with a cycloptic chromosome, so all mimes manipulated by
psionic overtones..
Are overthrown from the underworld overture, over your vocal tone...
Undulation, running flows over oval opal stones! Spitting sinister cyclones!
If your real or not, its your plot, life behind a twisted doorlock...Amongst
wizardous warlocks!
Wither in sweltering weather... Swelling cerebellums in cellars, swirling in
pools of clorox!
Potions pour from my incisors, and inject adrenalin inside words..
In sin curves and blind blurs, reminders of pioneers and rectangularly
erected pine boards...
The riddle was solved whence it was exposed for its awfulness...
I dreamed of an eon long apocolypse, only to wake up and find i was
revolving in it...
Once i shed my body, its residue will vaporize into cumulonimbus
stormclouds...
While i study obelist physics, and calculate diabolical arithmetics...
Im sicker then cancer victims spittin up tumorous appendiges, then lighting
a cigarette..
My aesthetics are... [continues]

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