BTW Grapevine = Prophet Margin
This is more of a rough draft piece right now. i need to trim some syllables, but i rapped it aloud and it flows fine...you wont think so cuz you dont know where to speed up or slow down lol......
ive been rusty on using multis...tryna get back in the groove lol
also alotta people on my last few drops sayin i sound like a poet not a rapper........So i quick keyed this lil piece up just to fuck with yall....ejoi :P
MAKE HISTORY
Im stuck inside the future, theres no escape for me
The life i never lived, nothing but a distant memory
But i got legions of robots, titanium, compacted carbon
And in the books of the King James, theyve even added Margin
Dont fuck wit me, i split ya wig up with nuclear radiation
Your people in mutations for the duration, make me a nation
My explosives cause 'inflation', 2012 was my creation
Castration like circumcision on the skin of your generation
Revalation come and gone, you fuckers due for three dooms
Elevation starves the lungs and killed you in Eve's womb
So trust me dont live out your life, i know whats ahead of you
if i could, id send some faggot back in time, to die instead of you
But we only alter the past attempting to perfect what is new
In time machines we put the dinasours comet on a different route (root)
Ha history reversed! OJ simpson never got aquited too
Single homo sapiens are like atoms to be split in two
Its fuckin true, I can read your mind but dont say "yeah right"
Cuz i can blast defracted lasers on your face til you see the light
See im packin the FACTS
like history class........when my homie wrote the bill of rights
archived and resribed the greatest flows till we was illa tight
But seriously, Y'all think im a poet?
Well then dont trust a fuckin preconceived notion
Im still a fuckin teenager, i can spit with EMOTION
In the future we move lyrics past all the laws of motion
I create chaotic cataclysms if you want a commotion
26th century rap doper than the pipes you put smoke in
So you see im not a topical head, no prose; im a RAPPER
Prophets mechanized warfare leaving your swagger fractured
flowin more naturally than leaving happy hour happily
Put simpletons in their place, cuz you deserve to be a casualty
They'll be blood on the tapestry because of your blasphemy
Your a fuckin logical fallacy, to my intellectual cavity
back from the future? Shit, thats back from me
You live back in time when i was only half of me,
Now ive morphed into the form of the entire fuckin galaxy
Dismantling cosmic matter through the process of enthalapy
Id call it sorcery, but magics existence is denied emphatically
ill kill you with alchemy; making a malignant malady
I really hope when i spit im not too insulting
But i get kicks outta mind fucking with sick mutlies:
Mind your biz me and my cooler cali swag is illest, yes pal its ferocious
fucked your bitch, she screamin Super cal i frag il is tic ex pi al i do cious
So quit discriminating, cuz really youre quite killable
I know its intimidating, when i rhyme 14 fucking syllables
Whirlwind of blows from the future leaves your ass careening
But i dont spit self hype bitch, find the deeper meaning
John, Patrick and Mary, add me to the list of saints
Cuz i can send you to hell if you got any more complaints
The old world stuck in the past while i reside ahead of them
With super humans of the future; still stand beside the best of them
Scientificly enhanced rap spit from the world of 2587
And you wonder how i "prophesize" events in 2011?
To me the ways of your world are not a mystery
Cuz light years ahead is where i make and derive my history