War field
Yo, zone out
an’ get twisted in my mind of entrapment
Incarcerated within the bounds of intelligence
Scriptures of Biblical precedence
Shattered mirrors and broken sculptures
Immortal objects of a twisted fantasy
in unforeseeable actualities
So pause, unravel these words like a scribble board
Thoughts get scattered like puzzle pieces
as I proceed you start to witness
I’m cumin at like you sharpened pieces
I'm twisted, my world is of proceeding insanity
Welcome to my realm of a black twisted reality
You see the light an’ start to wonder
as you’re immersed in dark space
blinded like Stevie wonder
Ain’t about to stutter
My only element is to capture
images like cameras, I start to shutter
So start to listen and your raps won't be blunders
My flow’s so instant, like striking thunder
You get dark an edgy like you’ve been shootin’ evil ones
when you’ve never rested your palms on guns
But smoking greens from hollow bullets
you’re just actors collecting slugs
These raps be a war field official welcoming to bare out
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