Luke Lil - Poison

Yeah
Yo

My Adrenalin fed
Multi rhythm sick head
Grabbed my stencil and led
Penned a riddle and said
I loving writing its free
Got all of this stored up energy
I just have to focus then see

You hear me snap when I go back to the rhythm
Clap and I grill em an impassable villain
Tackle the system take you words snap em twist them
Odds are stacked but I'm still passing your written
Dashed in and missed em close enough to give em a kiss and
Right back on to my only mission a slashing vision
My saliviric venom

Illist in this world to ever pen again
Tough claim let me back it up with verse two then

Arms like a pendulum synonym
Pens flying back and forth and its same to him
Kinetic energy fulfilling bends
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Newtons cradle and its fatal
I'm not going away though
And I know it hurts you And I know it erks you
But its the season I ain't leaving this is my reason
Feel the poison feel the poison feel the

Knock Knock who is there
Nobody let him in who is scared
Wilding out but i came prepared
A different person when i sit in this chair
A minister sinister different person
Right hand working a different version
Hand is cold but my pad is burning

So I felt the spark that ignite fire
Fused with the bark and the pen required
Out of control like a wild fire
The struggles of trying to getting admired
And the rope is tugging hugging
But I'm still not dead
Still fighting with my last breaths
Did my skill not impress

What I can do to you when I show no mercy
Brain is lit and my flow is wordy
Give me the throne my MO is worthy

Don't grab my clavicle that's half your goal
Now here we go I am in my home town
Cause the way I flow must just cannot bring my down
But I gotta snatch the game cause this cant be how its supposed to be
Cause the way I'm flowing the way I'm going has solidified to concrete
But until that day I just sit and stay dripping in with Morphine
Cause on the mic and when I write I can not help from morphing

So I was never the one to admit i was winning
But you gotta admit when I get on the written
Its a perfect fit your ears must be ringing
So crown me king and give me a ring and
We can defeat all these mumbling heathens
Skeet em by the shear feet of breathing
We don't have to tag em and bag em we can just by purely bleeding paean

But you gotta do your part and listen to our cadence
Listen to the words and things we are saying
Everybody knows that we ain't playing
So when we
Stand up to take the mic
Just know that fires amidst the light
Is coming out fast and mans it bite
So you better get back click clack we don't want strife

Written by:
Luke Little

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