The Darkest Cloud
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I pray to God for his blessing to consent slaughter
Your seven ounces of brain holds two percent water
Literally, your dry ideas belong under your armpits
Fully armed spit, my palms slit with this engraved
Vibe killing quotations, the nicest
After I cough up this liquid hell
Only hoes that's getting head is getting floatation devices
Digest words to kill by, autopilot my technique
So even if I sleep on my own shit it's still fly
I'm God's only begotten renegade angel, saint sinner
Make anemic hemorrhage
I can draw a graphic cynic image with paint thinner
Let the bullshit stop to a screech with hot lead
I beseech hip hop heads 'til the tooth brush is obsolete
Meaning fuck around and catch a reached flip-top head
I set respectable trends
'Til the sickest MC's blueprint my testicle skin
Don't worry if I write raps, I write checks to your chin
Bow down to an entity none of y'all like, stand
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
'Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural lifespan
Bow down to an entity none of y'all like, stand
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
'Cause the darkest cloud
I voice an oral crucifixion with a mouth full of nine inch nails
Conceptually blazing entrails with your skeletal remains and entrails
Impaled, snug and cushy, my hip hop status is C-section
Why? 'Cause I'm a cut above you pussies
My DNA spliced with a Japanese feudal lord
Buddha sword lacerations with impartial rhymes
Keep a bitch that's a ten
Pimp her like Farrakhan with cerebral palsy
Or could start a million march of dimes
Significant seventh uncertain signs
Salivating circles around cyphers of a venomous serpent kind
Dizzying bitches, merking niggas grizzly and vicious
'Til they mind is flesh and bone like
Layzie, Krayzie, Bizzy and Wish's
Who the sickest shit in this year?
And your continuation of breathing
All depends on how good is the answers
Fuck up, and the judge'll sentence me so many times
You'll have to indent this shit and put it in stanzas
Bow down to an entity none of y'all like, stand
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
'Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural lifespan
Bow down to an entity none of y'all like, stand
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
'Cause the darkest cloud
I don't talk shit, I give shit a second language
You ass betting in dyslexic Spanglish
Hope for the best but expect the anguish
Presently, sleeper's dying pissed off
And my sole solution for the chronic bed wetting is electric blankets
My diatribe murks entire tribes
I'm the thirteenth ghost from drama's future
So when I make the alphabet perform Kama Sutra
The English language'll have to be staple stitched back together
With stainless steel armored sutures
Drunk in word techniques fermented in tequila liquor
Shit bananas with a peel and a Chiquita sticker
Heater clicker, shush kids to sleep
Spitting Korean entrepreneur flows that push wigs to eat
Illuminous wit, darkest cloud cumulous
Thick shroud numerous cliques, cancer tumor was sick
Nickel slick quick humerus spit
Liquid thoughts salivation to throats of every consuming slit
Shit, in a recessive state my flows are ego spectacle
If I was born with one nut I'd still be ego testicle
And niggas shit popping words that ain't worth they weight
Can hold a fucking candle to me with Bob Hope's birthday cake
I've enhanced the Jordan rules
Putting bodies on the mic and watch the flyest nigga leap to his death
If the name of my profession is "Fuck You"
Then basically what I'm trying to say is
"Never mind, my work speaks for itself"
Bow down to an entity none of y'all like, stand
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
'Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural lifespan
Bow down to an entity none of y'all like, stand
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
'Cause the darkest cloud
Bow down to an entity none of y'all like, stand
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
'Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural lifespan
Bow down to an entity none of y'all like, stand
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
'Cause the darkest cloud