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Shadows Of War (Intro)
01:09
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Battle Of Kings
02:47
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VERSE 1
Rap survivalist, the art of war water swords
For the starving, bloodthirsty and the carnivores
Circulate the poison like the living death nothin left
But silhouettes and the smoke of the cigarette
Beg your pardon y'all saw the raw artisan
Flesh turns to maggots only bones and the cartilage
Mind over matter the grammar scramble your satellite
Sacrifice of life wasn't satisfying my apatite
Lit the fuse and I'm pouring the gasoline
This is masterpiece theater spit scriptures when pens bleed
Spit the drama that's traumatizing for commas
Death before dishonor your victims or your piranhas
Check your temperature deaden'em we the predators
Your meddling with death only the raw bars etcetera
A plethora of chemicals spreading thru thee America's
Masked on the massacre blasting them on the regular
VERSE 2
Yo shit is raw here prepare'en for the warfare
It's that pure uncut burning straight through your nose hairs
Deadly for rhymers still moving in silence
Maneuver militant these rappers seeking asylum
This ain't a game man no gimmicks or charades
Venom in the tongue man sharper than a razor blade
Spit it proper toxic hospitalized your operatives
Collapse your lung these rappers are losing oxygen
There's no remorse when I detonate and record
Chemicals in my veins blood rushing through my spinal cord
Written like the holy bible scriptures and the literature
Your death certificate with my blood on the signature
Harsh reality panic'em feel the agony
The casualties of war sending ashes to your family
There Morse code in the cadence state of heavy surveillance
Infrared beam shots on skulls when I'm aiming
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Personal Combat
02:56
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VERSE 1
Yo its the bar Armageddon you slipping and never caught again
Beg your pardon the artisan slaughtering with the heart of men
These guys in disguise on mics I'm poltergeist
Saliva turns to ice you closer to meeting Christ
Needle to the vein man, the tongues like the guillotine
Dopamine adrenaline rushing in when the pen bleeds
Never hesitated the chrome will make em levitate
Known for separating your skulls from your vertebrae
Every line is precise turn bright minds illiterate
Known to shatter, bone pierce hearts and torn ligaments
Thoughts are suicidal, the psychopath to lunacy
Leave another circus rapper hang'em by his jewelry
Ambulance sirens firing close your eyelids
Tyrants prone to violence inmates run the asylum
The tax collector we ain't never been sentimental
Another body identified by his dental records
VERSE 2
Yo shit is sick but they lovin it
Inflicting damage from the pain and the suffering
Death by design pantomimes with no vital signs
You're witnessing the faces of death through the cameras eyes
Strangled by his necklace making him meet his exodus
Buried your body with your label and executives
And to the clowns in the game with the theatrics
There's a war going on outside this shit is practice
I be the bar architect with the lecture that is septic
Constructing words for the narcoleptic
Spit the acid the shock anaphylactic
No compassion paralysis to these actors
Choose your weaponry knowing that the god will eat'em
Entering alive but you leaving in the mausoleum
Found him missing from his people all he left with sneakers
and the residue of blood on the church steeple
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VERSE 1 (Bles)
We in the war and surrounded by the greed and fakes
Snakes in the grass and the field when I separate
I know you lying if you're poor and not going to die trying
Numb to the pain and the fear of the violence
Smiling in my silence and there's mileage on my shoes
War behind the scenes not what they tell you on the news
Like we ain't never pull up ski mask and fully hooded
Cause for the right price will have your name on a bullet
The game will leave you dying shaking naked on the pavement
All for the money in the name of entertainment
Everything moves in the name of the currency
Murdering for dimes in a state of emergency
Hustle harder for the promise of the mighty dollar
Enemies are close sharks smell blood in the water
Images are painted from the blood up on the pavement
Your living for the greed or you dying to be famous
VERSE 2 (Krazy Race)
Just watch the crazy news got us lost and confused
With the different points of a view from a chosen few
They're some greedy motherfuckers thinkin' were for sale
You ask who I'm talkin bout homie, time to tell
So many greedy corporations running these sweatshops
Slave wages to the world big money at any cost
So whose the puppet master pullin' strings for power
Bankers and politicians who knocked down the towers
Big pharma slanging dope and prescription pills
Trillion dollar industry that knows that it kills
Start wars with greed, for money and power
For land and resources missiles drop like a shower
One of seven deadly sins definition begin
Sick selfish desires by any means to win
For that root all of evil the power and prestige
Their so many out there in the world of greed
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5. |
Gems Featuring Dj Romes
02:41
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VERSE 1
We not cut from the same cloth we came from nothing
Blazed as a youth a product of my circumference
A wise man spoke words sharper than a pen
Thieving as a kid so I'm here for every gem
Listen, the dues that are paid came from the wisdom
Cleansing my soul with the liquor like the baptism
For every minute passed that's my greatest sacrifice
So when I rest in paradise I see y'all in the afterlife
Peace to the strugglers the war is only casualties
Continue down the path of this journey down insanity
Blood turns to venom, paragraphs into saliva
Weak into the militant, the struggler survivors
Never kindness for the weakness interference when u hear it
Ghost in my appearance flesh is weaker than the spirit
The Lifestyles of the grimey or the glamorous
Flashes of the shots or the lights of cameras
VERSE 2
There ain't no honor amongst thieves and murderers
Bullets fly like verbal threats from the word burglars
Spread it like the plague sickness with the symptoms,
Cause after midnight you a suspect or a victim
I was handed down the torches from the sorcerer's
Building with my people man and lift the less fortunate
It was never for applause or the audience
I did it for rappers and Mc's that I'm body'en
Coursing through my veins, brain spinal cord recordings
Pumping through my artery's and my heart like an accordion
Assassins in the game blood thirsty like sicarios
They never knew that my blood would turn into the audio
Homicide story's and I wrote another classic
Your time is running out like the sand in hour glasses
Playing with your life and the devil wants to dance
Smoke filling the air silhouettes under the street lamps
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VERSE 1 (Bles)
It's not your regular replicas in your retina
Without an option live for triple optics
Many came and went careers are smoke and mirrors
Ear to the streets it's clear this shit is real
Opening the mind's divine letting the words fly
Exposing the truth when activating the third eye
There's real killers that's deeper beneath the surface is
Daggers with the accuracy in the chorus and verses is
Merciless my thirst for this words for blood worshipers
Permanent the purpose is strangulation by tourniquet
From the pavement amazed to we're we taking it
Years in the making there bracing for thee awakening
Worn out your welcoming
Day of your reckoning
Coming equipped with Brenx the heavy weaponry
Spoke into existence I scribed my rhyme vividly
Masterpiece theatre u witness the mental imagery
VERSE 2 (Rakaa)
Tres Ojos, three eyes wide amongst the righteous and the wicked
The writers the backsliders the freedom fighters
Were they let the greedy divide us, then excite us
Then press combinations of buttons just to ignite us
When they underestimate what will drive us, true
This for all my LA city tribes and real live 805'ers
Some with unconscious spirits screaming revive us
Paraphrasing Chief Seattle its the era of survivors
WAKE UP
Cut from a different cloth and tapestry
The next testament and back talk is blasphemy
Unchained melody the poetry it has to be
Rakaa with that triple optic glow that flow mastery
Oeste, worldwide from the west
Navigated street drama now surviving the stress
All access when I arrive at the sesh
They recognize its the all seeing live in the flesh, Yes Yes
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MIC BLES Oxnard
Bles garnered his recognition as a hardcore lyricist for his variation in rhymes schemes & complex lyricism becoming a
lyrical Powerhouse & staple in the underground hip hop scene.
Building a well-respected reputation for powerful live show sharing stages alongside legends. In an era characterized by gimmicks he has managed to deliver authentic content & staying true to HipHop in its purest form
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