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letra de death blades - west rhetoric

[verse 1: bones mcqueen]
i hit the nail on the head with thor’s hammer
bones makes all of his thoughts known with no grammar
i loathe banter only speak with conviction
leave speakers leaking pus with unbeatable sickness
demons playing hide-and-seek with secretive victims
double-edged incisors b-tting heads with hippos
jump double-dutch with cut pubic hair of calypso
i rip slow and dip fast
bust like the motherf-cking juggernaut through a thicket of thick glass
bones do-do-do-do that
wack rappers who lack tactics get moved back with boom bap
your crew sank, your crew’s stank with loose hands
yo, that isn’t a tight b-tthole, watching workaholics is though
while i light a blunt slow
dope shows that tеach male bodies to peac-ck
wеar a peacoat on a date with a dame in a teashop
in honest, where’s sodom? a paradox
wear pairs of docs
apparently bones cares, but he don’t care a lot
call me a broke promise
gold mamba
eating free petit fours with a cold coffee
make your lox spread
you’re soft and swirled like b-tter slice
cutting out both lungs with a b-tterfly knife
i’m gonna cut your life short
a sure demise
railroad spikes tore through your torso
a bored porcupine
call me the subtle sensei
stomach slashed
from the lovely dance of ten hundred death blades
but it’s not enough
training is rough
heavy boulders on my shoulders just to strengthen my jump
taking shots of samurai jack with no chaser
got caught by a mob of robots who all hate me
dual sabers, death to all haters
later lasers cross-fading bars demarcated
under the influence, he’s inhuman
underhanded shadow-battling mutant bats with swift movements
i’m the rat of the night sky
form a nice guy
darkness
gave rise to my applied mind
timelines are linear
sublime subliminal submarines
the depths of the gland of pineal
i want data, never been a man of opinion
finnegan’s wake, finna smoke a spliff of the shake
mister bob dobalina gobble pizza and cakes
rotten zombie alpaca flows that spit in your face
[verse 2: bedrock]
if you could read my destiny from the lines on my hands
then you’d know my plans to roll the world with battering ram
outbound outlaws
currently living life on the lamb
before he cut it so its blood could pass over the door jam
angels carry the kiss of death
my mouth’s a slaughterhouse
steel-trap jaws snap, can’t avoid this game of cat and mouse
so look at me
tell me exactly what you see
do you percieve the sea of acid leaking from batteries?
that i’m a android deployed to teach the people mic mastery?
supposed to be emotionless
replaced the heart with lightning rods
somehow a sadness factory, a hybrid frightening gods
deficiencies of who i want to be are all so ingrained
every instance of embarrassment bears its own shame
i’ve exposed all my ghosts
limping limbless and lame
dazed new haze relations he plays tryna eschew some blame
but the cave of my ribcage is where it’s all contained
nestled next to tar and refuse that are clogging my veins
nestled next to scars from misuse scrawled upon my domain
and each collapsed star of excuse sucking light from my brain
just a half-battered beggar bettin’ to a ??
ego’s tiny, treading tightropes the size of a spiderweb’s gossamer thread
need the strength of eight legs getting out of bed
’cause everyday’s a paragraph
a chaff already threshed and read
repetitive becomes negative before the leavening of bread
like, i can’t get a rise out of a crowd that’s been overfed
with flat, basic, rap their ekg is a horizon
zero valley, peaks, or heartbeats
people say hip-hop is dyin’
but they’re lyin’!
problem is too many emcees complyin’
with the standard that a real rapper’s got own a private island
but me?
i’m looking for unattended cars from which to siphon
enough fuel to light up fools early like summer christmas trees
if i don’t succeed i’ll use my biokinetic electricity
it’d shock you, all the props that i’m copping
what i produce is fresher than veggies that you’ve been shopping
at the berkeley bowl or whole foods
my imprint tints your skin
burst blood vessels like a bruise
this is just the beginning
by the time that i’m done
your whole crew will become nuns
coys turn away to pray
i stopped dropping tons on the ones
it’s all too heavy
for a lesser emcee to heft
all these bedrocks i toss
’til you’re stoned, a biblical death

- west rhetoric

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