Fully Automatic Scriptures by Poet419 - Zona

Fully Automatic Scriptures by Poet419 - Zona

Lyrics

Fully auto ink pen,no safety on the trigger

Unload syllables,bars gettin' thicker

Slots spin empty, my notebook the chamber

Each line bleeds truth,danger ain't a stranger

Russian roulette with thoughts in my brain

Sprayin’ ink bullets like a hurricane

Notepad bleedin’,truth's drippin' out slow

Reload the cartridge, et the knowledge blow

Trigger finger itchin' on a page that's blank

Load up the truth,lay it down point-blank

Bullets of wisdom ricochet through the verse

World gon’ read these wounds,I’m blessed and cursed

Gunpowder in the ink,poetry explodes

Each line a shrapnel piercing through the codes

It’s art,homicide,and therapy combined

In the crossfire,my sanity unwind

Trigger-happy pen,click-clack it’s automatic blaze

On my notepad,unleashing verses trapped in a cage

Bullets made of ink,puncture lines,filling the page

Bleeds blue against white,a war that rages stage by stage

Russian roulette with a pen,spin the barrel real slow

Notes run crimson as emotions let the ink flow

Reload my soul with rhymes,let another round go

The world reads my pain,every shot’s the manifesto

Magazines of madness,sprayin’ thoughts from my dome

Carve initials in the paper,each lyric stands alone

Syllables ricochet,scatter heavy through the zone

I’m assassinating margins,body bags full of poems

Fingers steady twitching,trigger itching,I’m possessed

Shells of metaphors scattered,pages deeply distressed

Refill cartridges with struggle reload my unrest

Spread pain to canvas,bleed my mind onto the desk

Scheme-filled saga, my pen clicks proper

Fully auto barrel to my thoughts, I’m the author

Pages scream, inky rounds pierce the white space

Note pad gasping, words leave a bloodstained trace

Grimy trigger finger spray sins on demand

Pull back and let it loose, leave 'em glued where they stand

Reload the ink cartridge, let the truth expand

Stroking death’s canvas with a furious hand

Russian roulette with my ink, no blanks in the chamber

Every line a bullet, spitting truths like a banger

My note pad suffers, bleeds ink for the takers

Searching through the chaos, stories in the layers

Automatic clip, syllables hit like they hollow

Thoughts ricocheting, brain on tilt, hard to follow

Straight to the dome, lines cold

Russian roulette with a pen,spin the barrel real slow

Notes run crimson as emotions let the ink flow

Reload my soul with rhymes,let another round go

The world reads my pain, every shot’s the manifesto

The pad’s a battlefield,each line’s a chalk outline

Sentences spiral out like AK-47 spines

Flow’s the trigger,staccato drumming every rhyme

Rap sniper through the scope headshot every time

Russian roulette with thoughts in my brain

Sprayin’ ink bullets like a hurricane

Notepad bleedin’,truth's drippin' out slow

Reload the cartridge,let the knowledge blow

Midnight massacres,my desk the battleground

Victory in verse,who’s gon' hear the sound?

Every bar got weight,a fully loaded clip

One wrong syllable, whole world gon’ flip