Kold Breeze
08-05-2013, 10:04 AM
~Gankstuh SaVage~
that's what i be telling em/ rsc we the best /posses an intelect that is cynical /dreams reaching to critical levels that turn into a physical pain of one insane individual /but let's keep it lyrical / ya'll starting to bore me / like a bitch with her mouth forever stretched over gloryholes / we the type to pop a shot in ya face/ the type to give your wife a stare and make her swear she was raped /don't make me flip on the tape /dog my word is bond imma shot ya i could care less if you a son of god/i could do it from afar but i like that up close and personal / shank dipped in garlic water i'm just curing em/skin the corpse at all costs before burial/ who you thought was your boss nah i'm just wearing em/truth be told we be mon-stars the bars tearing them/apart cause my niggaz got heart with no fear in em/ innocence brutally transformed to militant /we be the rebels that make the devil stay vigilant /diligent/ as he makes the rounds down on my block/ watch the murder rate hit the sky nigga why talk /when i can crush anyone who ever brushed me in life/ with a knife on any side walk / silence is the code we know i let my nine talk /rsc be crazy this is how you make crime talk
-Kold.Breeze-
a smile on the wicked face of a child, the signs dark/imagine the flame, call it insane, a blind moth/upon the horse of the death, I watch the soul ride off/a solemn psalm unto death, I wonder where the times gone/I sit by the graveyard, conversate with the lost/speak upon dead tongues, hear the cry of the lark/feel the sorrow of the dead, they cry where they fought/If you think you know darkness, I'll show you where my heart's kept/eat the soul of your child before she's a concept/my evil should never be taken out of context/I mean every word, curse the light and what it stands for/take your cynicism with a bit of fukken rancor/fuck your niece to death and rip your infant son's hand off/add it to my collection, put it in my jansport/never thought I wuz evil, why the fukk you think I'm damned for?!!?/holy water upon my sin is my soul in a sandstorm/but these are the type of things a jaded soul laughs on/pass-over? pass on, tryna get my dash on/these demons keep chasin a nigguh, while I laugh my ass off/death comes with smile, flirtatious hips/persuasive lips and pervasive quips/and on some real shyt, the bitch don't make me sick/I feel her grace, I kno that she's after me/so I watch the face of whoever gives dap to me/so before you put the gat me, I'll stand, smile, backhand ya teeth/watch you lean, hook ya spleen, watch you fall gradually/stomp you out passively, then saunter off while yellin one word #Blasphemy
that's what i be telling em/ rsc we the best /posses an intelect that is cynical /dreams reaching to critical levels that turn into a physical pain of one insane individual /but let's keep it lyrical / ya'll starting to bore me / like a bitch with her mouth forever stretched over gloryholes / we the type to pop a shot in ya face/ the type to give your wife a stare and make her swear she was raped /don't make me flip on the tape /dog my word is bond imma shot ya i could care less if you a son of god/i could do it from afar but i like that up close and personal / shank dipped in garlic water i'm just curing em/skin the corpse at all costs before burial/ who you thought was your boss nah i'm just wearing em/truth be told we be mon-stars the bars tearing them/apart cause my niggaz got heart with no fear in em/ innocence brutally transformed to militant /we be the rebels that make the devil stay vigilant /diligent/ as he makes the rounds down on my block/ watch the murder rate hit the sky nigga why talk /when i can crush anyone who ever brushed me in life/ with a knife on any side walk / silence is the code we know i let my nine talk /rsc be crazy this is how you make crime talk
-Kold.Breeze-
a smile on the wicked face of a child, the signs dark/imagine the flame, call it insane, a blind moth/upon the horse of the death, I watch the soul ride off/a solemn psalm unto death, I wonder where the times gone/I sit by the graveyard, conversate with the lost/speak upon dead tongues, hear the cry of the lark/feel the sorrow of the dead, they cry where they fought/If you think you know darkness, I'll show you where my heart's kept/eat the soul of your child before she's a concept/my evil should never be taken out of context/I mean every word, curse the light and what it stands for/take your cynicism with a bit of fukken rancor/fuck your niece to death and rip your infant son's hand off/add it to my collection, put it in my jansport/never thought I wuz evil, why the fukk you think I'm damned for?!!?/holy water upon my sin is my soul in a sandstorm/but these are the type of things a jaded soul laughs on/pass-over? pass on, tryna get my dash on/these demons keep chasin a nigguh, while I laugh my ass off/death comes with smile, flirtatious hips/persuasive lips and pervasive quips/and on some real shyt, the bitch don't make me sick/I feel her grace, I kno that she's after me/so I watch the face of whoever gives dap to me/so before you put the gat me, I'll stand, smile, backhand ya teeth/watch you lean, hook ya spleen, watch you fall gradually/stomp you out passively, then saunter off while yellin one word #Blasphemy