Master Verse to the ancients panel– “Black static curse hear me now on the radio so no room for these channels”
Rats river-dance in a lance-stance fight,
Light briefcase, steel heavy cell train moved at night,
Nighthawk flash when the trap gets sprung,
Toxic lungs but I flip, still night at their wings, never done human beings.
Night rise finds me at the top of a paramid four stand tall I know how it ends so I sleep till it stops playing pretend then I leave when they aren't watching i keep walking till I end up in the desert of my people no alians.
Black hole swallower — I spit out the dark,
Metal spikes hit the ark, spin with blazing wheels, leave sparks in the park, leave the mark batman remembers that guy smoking crack a assassin in shadow in a Jedi mind storm,
Mace Wind harms witches with no truth cut through the norm with sabotage from maybe the future who hides slaves we will invent mind force and smart sabors.
Rules etched deep: don’t choke your flame, my hands can only hold so much so crunch here comes Seth. Dethlord productions think membership hides a tick.
Don’t deal well with death so I'd move on keep them alive in my future and past leaves me in a panic I can't attack this my names not easy go who flows no owls this reaper keeps no truth I guess they leave me no booth, but damn hills, stomping up I still play the game,
Justice ain’t long if the beast keeps it only on drugs, thug stays caged,
So I keep it 100, jail has guns? keep the map unpaged.
City in my veins, main galaxy in my palms sweat in my gains,
Chaos in my heart, but my words make Earth calm,
If I stop, I say I won't stay on the top — so I run up to it till I burn in the light atop this tree cut down so I rise will the game reset before I can name it,
Black Box recording every twist, every turn..
DJam
