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TrashTheMc

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I practice secret form of voodoo, Culture Death Fletch, Scripture for my pet's rapture
We all sinner, but we scared to face the devil. Sometimes it's good to fight God with the angel
I'm the punchline maniac. Everybody's a crook, you can ask your president
I'm on a mission, prepare for a battle condition Inflicting  pain in a way that make your crew compromise opposition

My shield is composed of meteoritic  stone. My sword is horn from a red dragon ripping bone
Ripping, spitting, basic complementary plan to hack into the matrix
I'm the lyrical seeker of a beautiful bars,Recording position of the stars, undermining  this mutable law
Correlating, DNA crossing , fading , what's the point of waiting? A black hole in the making, nothing but a wound gapping

Broadcasting  that imaginary  rhyme from ritual of underground Which crumble and crack the wall of this country  with an impact
Movement  of roots of real poetry. Rhythm and poetry planted deep into my memory,
Basic and fundamental attached through this category. This is not a verse, it's a theme of my book consisting of a lyrical theory
Just look deep into my eyes, you'll see clear reflection. Whereby trash (me) the lyricist is teaching ya'll a lyrical construction

Hold that, it's the love baby
Yo, now I leave rappers with disabilities(diss-abilities). Still doing this till the time of eternity
Decapitate in your whack brain till you lose your memory. Focus on the mission, the boy is a militant
Dress all black, it ain't hard to tell I worship Satan. Spell caster, astral rail traveller, back alley drug channel  peddler

Devour the best battler, Attempts  blood splatter. Yo, my flow speak with sharks, the flow is raw
It fuse, I slit with craft, I kill the green in bulk. I'm back, touring my dream and fist with hulk
Then I freeze my wrist with crunch. I've built my width with weight . Like  ya pants are to big to sprint with ya,
You will expect the face of a sniper once I rap with a gun that speak in tongue

I plot the script with guds. The day MC shoot, they'll mourn and sleep with a gun, with one eye open
I rid the nemesis in one line spoken, I'm a lyrical obstruct. My brain deliver bars, to get the like of Eistein Molten
I'm a life spoke person, I part time orphan. My focks ain't  dead  they just ahead of your time
Hip hop is not dead as I live straight in my head. I quick to mash MCs with a cornbread, the name is trash

I'm deep underground, even Google have to crash
I'm deep underground, even Google have to crash

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