#55 Supreme redrum

Style from New York to Nigeria, Spoken through the monitor with the wisdom of a dynamical professor, Word cannon processor, The militant ancestors, Caputured your mind and put it in isolation, Control the soul automation. Mechanical slaves, Moses celebrating withs guns and roses. Tongues symbolic to a ax, In the world like I'm Mad Max, … Read more

#50 To the militia

All seasons for all reasons. Dearly departed. Reminiscent, inhaling chocolate, To my nemesis pardon, Partners in crime and corner the market. Pardon my persona, My aura glistens, Devise plots and propositions, Walk slow, patrolling all existence, The key to New York, plus suites for secret mamis, Leaving all the horrors behind me, Just tryna breeze … Read more