[Verse 1: Jolly Rotten]

Born of the sun, beating of life

I breathe life in the planet with the speeches i write

Supreme divine holy being in a demons disguise

Keeping it tight cloned serpent and I'm seeking to strike

Synthetic humanoids existing inside of an algorithm

Predetermined outcomes within a calculated system

Found your prison tucked inside your minds eyes our divisions blindsided knife find a pipe like a joust I'm out with the rest

Blended and I'm hidden till death

Got no respect for the hypocritic ministers bless

Living it less then you screet when I'm filling my checks

Chilling my chest breathe in frost in a villanous den

But warm up in the glow of the sol

Thoughts form into one and become as we lower control

Opening holes in reality our vocals exposed [?]

Shown through causality our poetry quotes

Notably don't my smokey speech is blowing ya domes

Ill quench a fire in your belly with a toran of flows

Our Lord is a hoax, creators hear a court in the show, its more than a joke, its morbidly distorted and gross

This life is twisted, if you missed it then you oughta have dosed

This life is twisted, if you missed it then you oughta have dosed

This life is twisted, if you missed it then you oughta have dosed

This life is twisted, if you missed it then you oughta have dosed..

[Verse 2: Nerve]

Check it, ya

Thought junkies what ya gonna say next

Watch me spray TECs blind beats leave ya braindead

Know we stay fresh from the dawn till the days end

Never rain checked, I'm worth my weight in gems

Fuck a pay cheque, stay vexed, it's Nerve killing the mic

With Mr. Blind on the beat and he's bringing it nice

Lifting the vibe 'cause we learnt this shit from [?]

Rippin' a rhythm so consistent that your listening twice

Spittin' divine, reverend blessin' with the phenetics

I'm embellishing my sentences delicate the pen and letters

Representing for my brethren resurrecting the method of the era of invention through hip hops conception

Lift of ya head with scripts from my rhyme pad

Try and find a rapper with the fly styles like that

Let me in the cypher, you'll never get the mic back

Cause my line light sent to fry all these tripe cats

Cause if it ain't me, its jolly rotten on the scene raw

When he hit the beat it's like he's bombin' it with C4

Dropping [?] MCs just speak horse

Wanna retort but you couldn't step to these 4

You know

Those kids that flow so sick you wanna pull a [?] dip get your throat kicked get your own schtick so you know this

Junkies on the dope shit

Wrecking flows so you better bet we blow quick

WHAT

Thought junkies, Nerve, Jolly Rotten

(I fucked up my last 4 bars, fucked up my last 4 bars)

Kyel Golly

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