CYPER POLE 1(SNIPER VIPER)

the brain is 80% water thats why this god is a step ahead
using pencil utensils as ammunition when shot check the lead
hitting spots often as fat bitchs with cakes plugging clots
budging not, shine making the sun look like a megawatt
beating me, more likey to cross a black cat and win the megapot
you suck alot, I'm making you kick asteroids fuck kicking rocks
ya niggas trying to lynch, I'm sending ya back picking cot
most of yall "front" im leaving yall on the handicap side of the parking lot
your plot falls when fought, trying to jot shakespeaure but your farcing thoughts
can't "run" with me ill kidnap mothernature to burn your forrest flames make it hot
wanna Jouce? use a sword ill use your blood as ink to penetrate (penatrait)
an eternal vampire sucking blood couldn't take me down with 7 stakes
eat my heart show up at heavens gate not safe even heavens sake
noah's ark forgot this snake slightering in the grass biting a reverands face
venemous with a blade in his mouth sharp spitting fangs
your talentless crew get cut use a angels harp slitting gangs
melodies off note, so stick to being a thug packing totes
your jelling me can't cope, leave ya wit stiff throat, never rapping quotes
your feeling hope? thats like a alcopone not feeling dope
so these jabs make ya hit the ropes, mic tyson of this shit thats all he wrote

I'm converging with self emerging thoughts of earning a daily living
with rhythms given to me as a gift but as the world is turning
my mental's burning and no one is concerning that CREAM I'm yurning
my excursions is urging, so through the streets im learning
that selling coke and imported smokes is the way you control the rope
of this everlasting tug of war with life, to strive we got to pull and cope
but even then i'm sleeping on a flower bed at times
should I pump the lead to get the sour bread or rhyme?
if it comes to a solution, either one I'm fine
praying to God, but sometimes i wanna resign my mind
physical and soul to Lucifer through that have I crossed the line?
choosing a yellow road I have no control will I ever exhaust the bind?
that has kept me blind from advantages hope it breaks and vanishes
and causes no more damages to my cerebral management
and get my mentality straight to earn a decent salary
because in reality I navigate to get my high horse on a cavalry
but everything life pushes towards me is like a cinder block
trying to push with arthritis will make the sender pop
and drop, lose all of his confidence in his Individuality
the only who's mad at me is me and that be my fatality
so is it time to cause casualties through the right hand of my faculty
or sail the violent sea, I wonder where the facts will lead
I'm passed grief, right now I can barley afford to breath
I'll pick it randomly out of a hat which goal will my sword achieve?

Rip your bones from your cartilage, my brain I'm hardly with
I'm insane with Marley's gift, break you with a cane till your partly stiff
Your head I'm marking it for target practice no olympic matches
hit your balls with rackets leave you fucked and backless like im pimping Atlas
Crafted from God's design so I split rhymes like 9 nines
f**k fine women, yours a nickel mines a fly dime
till i dipped her in liquid nitrogen and scraped her face off with 5 knives
never see her face again, till I rape and do the same to my 5 wives
I stay vibed with Nitric acids to desenigrate
skin from muscle, and steal breaths like to hyperventilate
your intestines and heart sure look good on my dinner plate
and the swine arent smart to f**k with a sinners hate
I take the whole NYPD and make them choke on 20 keys
free rikers isle now the streets are full of unfriendly G's
we kill all the fake MC's running around causing a mockery
give them a box of fees for talking hypocrisy
but I'm a living monarchy, and yall niggas are phillistines
and my art is creating killing schenes made from the guoillotines
a evil elohim, fuck it I got a basement full of med evil torture devices
and when i take your girl and torch her at the stake your face is priceless
hit all the old rappers with spiked bats and put them in a mid life crisis
Im just the nicest, creating pain is my strife of enlightment
cold as a winter fleece, as you can see im not a curtious beast
ill skin you from your head to you feet im literally a muderous MC