Hells Kitchen (Part 1)

By INOSCOURGE

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Marble, Granites outfitted with black hands, out standing

Can't stand this, establish real prowess, lab rats an, the ashes

These antics, habits, dabbed and outlandish, earning from them volcanic pieces of crack dampened

Ain't a spender, just watch magic happen - dope cracking like the rat den, meth sapling

Burning on top of water, Adele the cap'n, reigning over saran rapping

Am dapper, PM grappler' - get my message across - grabbed the game, and revved the engines (Adder)

Breaking through the entrance, faced i's with suicidal intentions

Assume an idle death sentence, etched senses - muted regressions

Empathy'll Empty a ward, grannies and the orphan Annie's

Antsy, out and munching on rams meat hogtied hands and feet, off to show -

Hell's kitchen, here where it's damned to be

Insanity like Amity, avid depravity, acid gravity, feeling high but my feet are stabbing the

Cement, stem scent, reaching ascension even though i was shot down like Emmet (Til)

I'm on the premise of a invested vested crescent, shaped in depth with my essence

Putting my all into the present, guarding my glow like a tempest

Restless as legs put onto sedatives, my mind always connected like cursive lettering's

The sundering, sons under the wing, blocking out the sun like natural melanin

Staying elegant - while others develop trunk styles like an elephant

Overwhelming weather team, withering cold but hot as the temp of a frozen ring

Poet pronouncing poems like a Dovahkiin, soulful enough to hymen break and impregnate the ovary

But, still remain blue, awake, like I'm sufficient with the dopamine

La-la-la-la-la nehctik s'lleH

La-la-la-la-la Hell's Kitchen

Placed underground with no intent of accession

Stepping stone - beat like a step son

Musicians depression, aggression pushed in a act of progression


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(Demo 1, end session.)

La-la-la-la-la Hell's Kitchen

La-la-la-la-la nehctik s'lleH