Quickstrike

Verse 1:
Maybe
Split the
Cybernetic
Organs
Spitting all
Fire
Morgueing
Your
Genetic
Chords
That are
Rotting
Boards
Of wood
Underneath
A wet moss
Of old
Trees
Maybe you
Can dance with
Fairies
And the
Piccaloes
I burn trees
And then
Freeze
Them in
Time to
Revive em
Years later
Ive anihilated
All the jive
Gems
Inherited
Too destroy
One another
Smother
Your brother
As if you
Was
Eazy and
As if
He was e
Popped into
The mouth of
Hookers
On the
Strippers
Pole dealing
On the side
While biting
Soul bonafide
Players asking
Em for
Favors
Multiple
Flavors
Sculptable
Lyrics form
Now?
Thats my question
I ask all of
You wow
Hard to believe
A misconcieved
Reality
Barred to decieve
Neutrality
Governments
Scared into retrieve
Provisionments
Faired intro perceive
Pharmacy
As good natured
Drugs get
Forced out on
This generation
Harder then
Ever perception
Made into
Cold winters
Of medicine
Cabinets
Being flooded
With purple
Drank and
Sprite
Dirty thats right
Light up a match
Another blunt
Constructed for the
Physically sick
Xanax for
Necks that breaks
I mean from
Pressure and
Stress to relieve
That anxiety many
Are gestured with
Peasents presents
The passagery x 2

Verse 2:(Lord luminous)
(Freestyled)