Thief in the night fangs in your jugular bleeding you dry


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Thief in the night fangs in your jugular bleeding you dry
I live in a glass house throwing Meteorites
Appeased the gods in a previous life
And I slice the throat of Sweeney Todd for my piece of the pie
I'm the angel of death, outpacing olympic swimmers
With the titanics anchors chained to my legs
All without breaking a sweat
From the underground and I'm craving the taste of your flesh like the day of the dead
Here for gaining respect
Enforce the laws of gravity and draw the sword of Democles to the nape of your neck
Communist Marxist
Sharpshooter locked on my target
I was breast feed cancer and bottles of Arsenic
Blind swordsman wandering darkness
I'll drop the queen's severed head in the offering basket
I'm eating outta coffins and caskets
And everyone in my field of vision's just crops to the harvest
I'm a hell-born Seraphim
Four faces with torned feather wings
Spawning forth the four Nephilim
Burying peace pipes diggin up the hatchet
Deepthroat my dick till it singes in your stomach acid
We unattractive ferocious creatures
I got master degree burns after a heatstroke of genius
Rush the doors from dusk till dawn
My entrourage plot on top of Scotland yard (why?) cause we above the law
Withstand the force of a juggernaut
We're the receipe for disaster and the beats cooking up a storm
All powerful being during hours of sleeping
I levitate between the ground and the ceiling
Advance lifeform found in my semen
Haven't started to rap yet this is just the sound of my breathing
A mental plane like Eynola Gay
I'm slashing open throats of backstabbers with my shoulder blade
Step off the planet it would float away
Tormented by growing pains off my ever evolving brain
I sever ties wit heaven skies
And wage wars that makes Armaggedon resemble a training exercise
Third eye blessed with second sight
A centerbite I've survived the new mexico desert testing sites
If I do start to smoke weed I'll take two tokes
And won't breathe after a whole week and OD
Battling me you wont get cold feet
The meer thought of facing Possessed will freeze the fluid in both knees
Product of a Warlock and a Witch knock you for six
Piledrive you down a bottomless pit
Push my luck over the top of a cliff
I don't bite the hand that feeds me I chew it off at the wrist
I forge a sword from a thundabolt
And I'll rub in salt into bullet wounds just to the make the slug disolve

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Subjekt Music

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What is it with some UK MC's?

You either get the ones who bang on about how road they are and that. Or.... you get ones who copy Jehst's style circa 2001 when all he rapped about was creating stars out of wizard poo and cancerous light and cameras.


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RA is just so try-hard. their whole style feels contrived, its about as natural to them to rap like that as it is for a kitten to stand on its hind legs wearing boots and a bowler hat selling vegetables on the square with a cockney accent circa 1840.
having said that it is very well written, its not easy what hes done there and i can see why those of you with lesser mental faculties would appreciate it.


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Try hard?

You obviously never seen possesed freestyle and freestyle battle...