trap.
02-03-2013, 05:14 PM
Name: Note
Crews:
Where:
Repped:
Nietzsche
The fractions of manufactured man, glorified SWAT leaders
Taboos parties of the blonde-lamb-blue, with tattooed swastikas
In bamboos, God's eaters, the vicious claws sent for a blissful cause
The fists full applaud, words turn to pistols and bombs
The wishful crawl, with hands folded, a man molded...
For a plan told by the bitter grand nobleman to recreate the land of roman
A span opened, a Caesar directing, wore the crown to the village
That impounded in prison when he was denouncing religion
A proud position on the mount arousing, the flocks were espousing
The clocks were counting, the smart were blind when talk was gouging
The knocks were pounding, camps full of tormented voices
Relentless poises, the air vented and scented of poison
Evil sent noises to the bold, and turned ice cold to what was moistened
Souls aching, knowing they're facing the hole waiting
As a grave from merciless dictating, courtesy of Satan
Depict painting, family slaying, sanity raping, a perfect body was created
Born from its nauseating stomach was Nazi hating
Rotten icons brought in Mercedes, victims shook, when their pants were burned
Others stood when there stance was firm, in a sociopath, trance with words
Most crowded, some shouted, most to their knees, few fought to their feet
Robbed to be free, the ones who pouted were the ones left lost in debris
Took our creeds, our rage was masked, questions remain unasked
Can we escape the gas? And if we do can we face our past?
Then the day at last, no more of wars attacks, though they tore our backs
Once these horror facts were proven, men were hung for remorseless acts
The hurt was burning inside, emotions were un-stable, riding the furious tides
Nursed for the turning of times....the end will re-occur in 1939...
Armageddon
Man invents wheel...
The hunted, the ploy by black suits and ties
Corruption, the void of eyes fulfilled with lies
Photos, disposing pieces, the choking fetus
A loathing Jesus, manufactured, Global heating
Clones and leaches, mod chips, mass inflation
Man-made diseases, and profit vaccination
Faceless with greed and a Dehydrating economy
Nations on knees with hands folded blindly waiting
Masses lost in religion, rotten politicians
Trapped and caught in the sickness, are you a product or victim?
Famine, Ebola, bricked by demands that uphold the kings
God’s hand pulls the strings, lambs controlled by pigs
A lonely boy that is doomed, toying with news
Exploiting the youth, everyone avoiding the truth
Evolution, industrial pollution, and mutants
Sewers, existential humans, and distribution
Cocktails, the plate is larger, as we gag and decay
The rape, the harbor, salute as the flag is raised
Broken homes, behind the curtains, rise in hurting
Hopeless moans, violated, and the drive of the circuit
Molested with a faceless core, in a tasteless mourn
My modeled earth, in its shapeless form…
Timmy and his 4 Leaf Clover
The dimensions in his placenta, depth in dementia, in tormention
immense in the end when bells dawn at heaven
he's breaking sand castles by vast huddles, from mass puddles
stands puzzled, tangled in his web of brass buckles
heaved hands, in a bondage of freedom, span being belittled
this man juggles an abandoning will, while standing tilted
till’ he falls in his own inferno, Blocked from the outside world
little do we know, these walls are internal
he molded the ocean, his soul sails with a tug boat
floating in erosion, locust devour the lonesome moments
writing in his diary, unknown spot to dock, and plummet
now the only bottomless pit was his stomach
trapped in a winter of solstice, the splinters are bolted
he shivers alone with, these stones and worm holes with crypts
surrounded in fog and grey hazes, a fall from greatness
races in these mazes, that he stays placed in
the day he left the island shapeless, his mind was a blank space
now, his paint brush is faceless, flakes dust a fragrance of great taste
no escape route, stopped closing his eyes when he paints clouds
so he frames clowns, with tears dripping down, his face now
society motored, right where he’s cornered, in the night of no where
his pride was aborted, fright was his comfort, his guiding light was distorted
now seek past the river, under the bridge
beyond the litter, into parentage, where it all begins
does it all make sense? A noble birth without a fault in the end
flew into hell, with hands folded to pray, a golden egg
who never out grew his shell, until he did, and sold it away
his throne was a waste, but, we’ll never forget Timmy’s tale,
the day when he fell through his wishing well...
ThePeople'sTemple
Seed of a clansman, turned to the dream of a mad man
Started as Marx incarnation, confession turned to a house to fathom
The rapid turning cheeks and luring speeches
Troubled were helped, but, soon visited by returning demons
Insecurities blanketed, purity wakened in chores without sin
The addicted poor and sick, were lifted as lords in hymns
All are welcome, but, once the gates are closed and locked
Your hate is toned in plots, without will, your minds in knots
Broken down societies forming alliances, grow loud
A self built shelter in a jungle known now, as Jonestown
The realm shell became hell bound. Now punishment
The courage to leave ended in being hunted dead
The reverend Jim, descended in whims, being paranoid
Curiosity left a void, set to destroy, left to decoy
Deeper inside the creeper of night, being alive
As the reaper of light, the revolutionary death seemed to be right
The heat of the plight, as the attention formed, residents warned...
....To keep a peaceful image of the peoples village, sworn...
....In fear, inspectors came and left in the plane that was stormed
Masked men came forth to assassin 4 innocent has-beens in war
The last of them torn, the passion was born, now forces doomed
The farewells ready, as the barrels empty, the corpses grew
The count astounds, news televises, despised by riots
And science quiets, and shock deprives it silence
The cancer wrath was a battered path, in the aftermath...
An uprising was disguised in families dying hand by hand
The high being in shades to sway would leave a frame ...
....Of mind, and picture for the survivors to be reminded every day
Welcome to Niagra Falls
in Buffalo...
broken bottles, wasted creeps, the widows and babies
choking, throttled, forsaken streets filled with bingo ladies
disintegrating with a crackled face, lost in life
with shadowed days and haunted nights
when seasons past and years turn, we lust to cry
trying to put pieces back, but, tears burn, before they touch the eye
the dust that flys, and lets little to grow
abandoned bikes in the middle of the road
with little to hold, listen to the laughing across the bridge
distant Falls splashing, lost in the mist
silent mourning, the meekest life, hoping to take
dreaded mornings, with sleeplees nights, loathing to wake
trees swing, leaves fall, covered windows with boards
the weakened, with every squall, another echo is born
The Moon's Shadow
My kettle’s steaming, the plight of a Jekyll evening
Beware, because tonight, the Devils breathing
A gentle screening, but now and proud, the mask is released
For the sadistic hunt, as my victim runs, I attack for the feast
Stab at the meat, she runs trying to hide in the corner
She screams for her life in horror, I simply strive off the torture
I axed her leg, as my wrath is plagued
I make love to her, while she suffocates in a plastic bag
Her demise approaches, I look inside her organs
Now the water on her eyes - distorted, she realizes her fortune
I press against her chest, caress her breast, she’s the angel of death
Her fatal like breath erects when I start to strangle her neck
As I lift the blade, I see her drift away, but her pulse returned
Despite her body in disarray, ripped with stakes, she convulsed and squirmed
She re-grouped and pleaded, she prayed, and begged
So, I made her puke and eat it, then mutilated her head
Watched the blood splash to the floor, as my joy re-kindled
But, her heart pumps no more, and my void continues
My umbrage love is, left dust and bones, as they float to sea
I rush to home, as the family man, I’m suppose to be.......
Crews:
Where:
Repped:
Nietzsche
The fractions of manufactured man, glorified SWAT leaders
Taboos parties of the blonde-lamb-blue, with tattooed swastikas
In bamboos, God's eaters, the vicious claws sent for a blissful cause
The fists full applaud, words turn to pistols and bombs
The wishful crawl, with hands folded, a man molded...
For a plan told by the bitter grand nobleman to recreate the land of roman
A span opened, a Caesar directing, wore the crown to the village
That impounded in prison when he was denouncing religion
A proud position on the mount arousing, the flocks were espousing
The clocks were counting, the smart were blind when talk was gouging
The knocks were pounding, camps full of tormented voices
Relentless poises, the air vented and scented of poison
Evil sent noises to the bold, and turned ice cold to what was moistened
Souls aching, knowing they're facing the hole waiting
As a grave from merciless dictating, courtesy of Satan
Depict painting, family slaying, sanity raping, a perfect body was created
Born from its nauseating stomach was Nazi hating
Rotten icons brought in Mercedes, victims shook, when their pants were burned
Others stood when there stance was firm, in a sociopath, trance with words
Most crowded, some shouted, most to their knees, few fought to their feet
Robbed to be free, the ones who pouted were the ones left lost in debris
Took our creeds, our rage was masked, questions remain unasked
Can we escape the gas? And if we do can we face our past?
Then the day at last, no more of wars attacks, though they tore our backs
Once these horror facts were proven, men were hung for remorseless acts
The hurt was burning inside, emotions were un-stable, riding the furious tides
Nursed for the turning of times....the end will re-occur in 1939...
Armageddon
Man invents wheel...
The hunted, the ploy by black suits and ties
Corruption, the void of eyes fulfilled with lies
Photos, disposing pieces, the choking fetus
A loathing Jesus, manufactured, Global heating
Clones and leaches, mod chips, mass inflation
Man-made diseases, and profit vaccination
Faceless with greed and a Dehydrating economy
Nations on knees with hands folded blindly waiting
Masses lost in religion, rotten politicians
Trapped and caught in the sickness, are you a product or victim?
Famine, Ebola, bricked by demands that uphold the kings
God’s hand pulls the strings, lambs controlled by pigs
A lonely boy that is doomed, toying with news
Exploiting the youth, everyone avoiding the truth
Evolution, industrial pollution, and mutants
Sewers, existential humans, and distribution
Cocktails, the plate is larger, as we gag and decay
The rape, the harbor, salute as the flag is raised
Broken homes, behind the curtains, rise in hurting
Hopeless moans, violated, and the drive of the circuit
Molested with a faceless core, in a tasteless mourn
My modeled earth, in its shapeless form…
Timmy and his 4 Leaf Clover
The dimensions in his placenta, depth in dementia, in tormention
immense in the end when bells dawn at heaven
he's breaking sand castles by vast huddles, from mass puddles
stands puzzled, tangled in his web of brass buckles
heaved hands, in a bondage of freedom, span being belittled
this man juggles an abandoning will, while standing tilted
till’ he falls in his own inferno, Blocked from the outside world
little do we know, these walls are internal
he molded the ocean, his soul sails with a tug boat
floating in erosion, locust devour the lonesome moments
writing in his diary, unknown spot to dock, and plummet
now the only bottomless pit was his stomach
trapped in a winter of solstice, the splinters are bolted
he shivers alone with, these stones and worm holes with crypts
surrounded in fog and grey hazes, a fall from greatness
races in these mazes, that he stays placed in
the day he left the island shapeless, his mind was a blank space
now, his paint brush is faceless, flakes dust a fragrance of great taste
no escape route, stopped closing his eyes when he paints clouds
so he frames clowns, with tears dripping down, his face now
society motored, right where he’s cornered, in the night of no where
his pride was aborted, fright was his comfort, his guiding light was distorted
now seek past the river, under the bridge
beyond the litter, into parentage, where it all begins
does it all make sense? A noble birth without a fault in the end
flew into hell, with hands folded to pray, a golden egg
who never out grew his shell, until he did, and sold it away
his throne was a waste, but, we’ll never forget Timmy’s tale,
the day when he fell through his wishing well...
ThePeople'sTemple
Seed of a clansman, turned to the dream of a mad man
Started as Marx incarnation, confession turned to a house to fathom
The rapid turning cheeks and luring speeches
Troubled were helped, but, soon visited by returning demons
Insecurities blanketed, purity wakened in chores without sin
The addicted poor and sick, were lifted as lords in hymns
All are welcome, but, once the gates are closed and locked
Your hate is toned in plots, without will, your minds in knots
Broken down societies forming alliances, grow loud
A self built shelter in a jungle known now, as Jonestown
The realm shell became hell bound. Now punishment
The courage to leave ended in being hunted dead
The reverend Jim, descended in whims, being paranoid
Curiosity left a void, set to destroy, left to decoy
Deeper inside the creeper of night, being alive
As the reaper of light, the revolutionary death seemed to be right
The heat of the plight, as the attention formed, residents warned...
....To keep a peaceful image of the peoples village, sworn...
....In fear, inspectors came and left in the plane that was stormed
Masked men came forth to assassin 4 innocent has-beens in war
The last of them torn, the passion was born, now forces doomed
The farewells ready, as the barrels empty, the corpses grew
The count astounds, news televises, despised by riots
And science quiets, and shock deprives it silence
The cancer wrath was a battered path, in the aftermath...
An uprising was disguised in families dying hand by hand
The high being in shades to sway would leave a frame ...
....Of mind, and picture for the survivors to be reminded every day
Welcome to Niagra Falls
in Buffalo...
broken bottles, wasted creeps, the widows and babies
choking, throttled, forsaken streets filled with bingo ladies
disintegrating with a crackled face, lost in life
with shadowed days and haunted nights
when seasons past and years turn, we lust to cry
trying to put pieces back, but, tears burn, before they touch the eye
the dust that flys, and lets little to grow
abandoned bikes in the middle of the road
with little to hold, listen to the laughing across the bridge
distant Falls splashing, lost in the mist
silent mourning, the meekest life, hoping to take
dreaded mornings, with sleeplees nights, loathing to wake
trees swing, leaves fall, covered windows with boards
the weakened, with every squall, another echo is born
The Moon's Shadow
My kettle’s steaming, the plight of a Jekyll evening
Beware, because tonight, the Devils breathing
A gentle screening, but now and proud, the mask is released
For the sadistic hunt, as my victim runs, I attack for the feast
Stab at the meat, she runs trying to hide in the corner
She screams for her life in horror, I simply strive off the torture
I axed her leg, as my wrath is plagued
I make love to her, while she suffocates in a plastic bag
Her demise approaches, I look inside her organs
Now the water on her eyes - distorted, she realizes her fortune
I press against her chest, caress her breast, she’s the angel of death
Her fatal like breath erects when I start to strangle her neck
As I lift the blade, I see her drift away, but her pulse returned
Despite her body in disarray, ripped with stakes, she convulsed and squirmed
She re-grouped and pleaded, she prayed, and begged
So, I made her puke and eat it, then mutilated her head
Watched the blood splash to the floor, as my joy re-kindled
But, her heart pumps no more, and my void continues
My umbrage love is, left dust and bones, as they float to sea
I rush to home, as the family man, I’m suppose to be.......