DESCRIPTION:
Beat produced by Hala-X for shadowille production. Lyrics by Kiealien.

Lyrics

i'm chrome unleaked untapped unsheathed
I fire the bleak in the weak that I seeked
I ring em like a tadpole spark these bottom roles
I tether lash lackedly like unhiden totem poles
I see rhythmic rimstomes caught brimstones of limetones
cry tears of jet pearls and sin cast trough fareamones
don't flee but i back down to insanity
rising up coned sewn mind tac tactically
practilly invinecbly reality of lesser beings
trinity of irony is despertly from loss of feelings
listen up i'm toned to the brink of war
startin more battles with the flash from the martyr
ghost lept left inside of captivity
on another level from impacted transluecency
torn apart in half i'm left to shutter shatter
I'm growing madness like i am the mad hatter

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I laugh at storm clouds ha ha ha ha ha ha
I'm trigga bring it down like a hawk klings to its claw
i'm blown into minds casted lesions of these legions
i spawn thunder storms into all the other seasons
I'm fleece quilled backboned rush in like a hot dry
frozen up the hills these raindrops make ya cry
I'm a freezer oven ima heat up on the rim
backdown from course stings and slide em back in
crash boom pop snap crackle and i roll
I'm trigger on the gun and im just about to blow
I row these boats out onto my riva flow
I'm fierce uncut like the sun in shining glow
i'm torn in half like a star out in the land
I sparkle shine bright like a diamond in the sand
I rustem tire irons and i shank unhidden sound
I pow out on this pavement and leave ya upside down

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crownd for my skills I volcanocally explode
makem drown in lava that i inittially unload
I spark waves of fury into my lightning cane
i'm chrome untouched unattained and unashamed
ima shadow shock morph morphin into trees
i see them fly by from the broken shattered breeze
I spawn fire snakes and i lava roll em out
i feel the night pride in these lions i undoubt
baptised and castrizedcourt marshed and priortized
forcefield I meltdown through fireflies and cauterized
i'm ported into sand glasses my time is kept flawlessly
i'm silent unbleached inside and shown patiently
got no greed necklace but my laces are undoubtfully
indoughted into slavery in these times of no mercy
cork bottles pop croppin as i sluggy slow
I feal it in the ground upon the southern slope

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