Masterman
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« Reply #15 on: 24 April, 2011, 10:43:33 pm » |
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The shadow is approaching, MM would like to battle The poison sits deep in the fangs, can you hear the rattle? Of a cold and distant enigma, showing no remorse To the harsh and cruel inhabitants, watching the world take its course. A phantom of the microphone, fear the acid spit As he spits on the beat with penmanship so legit Watching the two clowns juggle flow like some blueberry pies The ghost of mic's past comes to visit with vengeful eyes Set on the title, which seems so close it's far away The clowns' skulls will get cracked, not talking Robert Brockway. Robert Brockway? Yeah, he said the exact same thing. Connecting rhyme after rhyme with no lag like some **** network ping
The two clowns cry after witnessing the apparition Shedding those tears is of your very own volition The phantom offers them a very fluid proposition Suicide or murder, an inevitability or a decision? A legendary ultimatum, this phantom is no superstition But for the clowns, this is one incredibly **** up position
An end so swift, it's something they'll never feel The world keeps moving as if it was never real Words, swift and deadly as a puma. The phantom returns to his graveyard, glowing numbers on the back of tombs like Akuma. The ghost, with two graves to fill He rubs his chin as to debate who's next to kill Could've avoided their fate.. If they never bothered to challenge the phantom, whose hunger no one can sate
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