[Ikon the Hologram] Enter the eye of the storm Rappers just battle me for the glory It gets gory They shitty like suppositories, that's the end of the story Bury his body in Missouri Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories My territory, perimeter of pergatory
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious inflictions upon your click Circulatory Causing head spasms Rip through your motherfucking temple like Phantasm Hologram has 'em and walks through the holy arches Left you in the forest with your carcass in the harness Death is upon us We slam like Adrian Adonis Swarm on the warm blood like malicious pirahnas Islamic Bombers, no contender is parallel When I'm on paper, devestate 'em like 7L So where I dwell, without question rattles the league Left you in a vessel with severe battle fatigue Before you leave I insist you listen to more raps Before I saw cats, making weapons out of your thorax
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[Jus Allah] I inhale toxins Drunk off blood from dead cops and The watchman, that kill us in this maze we locked in Side Cobra Clutch, only truth can sober us Wild 'cause we know there's no Jehovah watching
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