Rajirobe
Kinetic-Kidd
The s**t I spit is sick to stomachs! Grow some sense or somethin...
Im on 66 six sh!t, ive come to bring that consciouness, so strong that chi blocker cant stop the sh!t in which im rhyming wit, drop so much knowledge it astonishing that you had a hope in stopping it, its like mental communications comes easy me to like conversations with King Kai, and i be thee most high, through my trice eye, vivid pictures painted with a vendetta, those five letters. Im not a Yung God, I be that Yung Demon, you can tell by the heathen souls im inhaling. A rebel with out a cause, who knew he never lost, no Ls on my calender, but Ls is what im passing her. Just a lil sumchin, for my elevated brethren who know their time is coming.
...Who know their time is comin
*Continued*
But Never runnin
Endeavors from lead poison
Venom spittin
The Pen and Ink
Quell the Weak Minded,
remind them of
The fire,
we light it up!
Desire burnin
Entire Empires
Fallin Desolved
And all we ask for is a little heart
and soul
Of course, they sold it to the devils
and hells been raised
The flames hit the earth's level
and there's a reason
Jesus only walks on water
I feel the need to part it
But Pardon,
That's my Post-Mortem
Talkin
Only Quotes from a Martyr
Invested in Death
It's my Persona
Callin Tarot Cards
*Play the stars right
and the Starlight
might not
BaStardize it
That's my KickStarter
To keep Miss Starlet from
Starvin
I didn't mean to Startle you
but that's what Starships do
Leave you Starstruck
If it was my choice
I would reStart it
Leave you Stardust
and Start a new
from Starch
or scratch
The last of the superStars
rooting for the Lucid Art
and that's not a stab at Lucas
and his Star Wars
Just Slaughter