Welcome to the next chapter a new dimension

Shadow Moses

Shadow Nova

Shadows Edge

Yeah, yeah, vibe out, vibe out

Light up, what, light up, what, burn out, now, black out, now

Light up, what, (third eye,) now, get high, now, black out. what

Stealth mode through the cross road of sell souls

Cold swell till the whole shell of hell froze

Grow well but I’m held in a fragile husk

Made dust fractal to shrapnel when shackles bust

We’re just wackos, a black hole of latching on

Hard to catch me, moving like a tachyon

I’m on half speed a greed just to feed the lust

Stuff the trash heap I’m never gonna eat enough

I breed disgust crush what you’re tryna grow

I Show Enough (Sho'Nuff) fist to cuff when I shine, I glow

The dynamo, flow make your mind explode

Grind your soul blow your spine through your vagina hole

The whole 9, when I rhyme it’s a coup de grâce

Take over mother fucker it’s a coup d'état

De Sha(Shut up Dick) Na Peace to the Fargon Dee (Fucking Dick)

We tree sparking, burn it like an arson spree

The beat harken the martian inside my head

We death marching, spit it like I’m sparking lead

The dead walking, I’m talking La Fin Du Monde

So on the chin pull the pin cause I been the bomb

Been on since the days that they started Grunge

Harbored rage in the blade of my sharpened tongue

I stay sparking the dark with the light of flare

Shared loss through the thoughts of the torch I bare

Embrace night, living life on the Shadows Edge

Shed light to the plight where my travels lead

Spread sight to the fight that we all must face

From faith, its a long way to fall from grace

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Fry decibels I’m highly electrical

Technical vibe to inscribe a perpetual accessible drive

I arrive in the state of Phi

Tirade made of rage ain’t afraid to die

High grade serenades for the Age of Woe

I’m no slave so I brave what today will show

Dro blazed till I’m hazed in a nimbus shroud

Sound waves cascade off the rims of clouds

Plow blades that I made from the swords I bent

Intensely prayed, was swayed by the Lord’s lament

Center stage emanate to engage my fate explosive charge in the bars of the cage I break

I’m hate-charred, nova stars’ what I’m breakin’ out

I doubt your heart leaves scars when I slap your mouth

My house starved while they carve from the label fat

A pack stable didn’t even leave us table scraps

They rap fatal, unable to sustain the proof

The youth’s finagled by the fables that they claim are true

They do Able like their Cain with some love to give

Then sip blood from the same place they shove the shiv

With big hugs cuz they love to put a blade in your back

Acting like labia, maybe they’re afraid of your rap

It’s trap mania, training ya to do as you're told

With fools gold you can use when you lose your soul