Javelin - Monsturr Flame

Yeah, uh
Monsturr flame
With the shimmering skin of a twilight villain, nine-life-living, fang-sharpening guy who's mile-high like a crane
Uh, yeah
Monsturr flame
With the shimmering skin of a twilight villain, nine-life-living, fang-sharpening guy who's mile-high like a crane
In the cavern my cauldron is filled with the battered remains of the rappers I've slain
Mixing up the fix, six-six-six-six
That's too many, wait, why am I sinning
I summon up seizure-inducing bone chilling dope, really, no silly, go billy goat
Yes I'm the god of war
Un-collared, gore-ridden collar bone snapping, solid force, on your block
At your door spitting core systemic, silhoutted dim missives
Ten chest hits & my hands done disappeared
& my man's got a 6-er of the beer
So we sip, listening to Eminem freestyling like him
Mile collecting as we burn the Marlboro's down to embers, then
Just when my chin started drooping cuz I'm loopy on a few little blue pills
I began to see the fantasies of making a stand in this industry, feel
Coming to me like a rush of sanity
Suddenly
Supple psyche sublime, suckered into sucking up to sunshine, when in darkness
Is where I son rhymers
Sometimes I get some lines, shuffled up
Deal double diamonds, real fucking violence, I'm heeled like a Rottweiler
Mother fucker
(Mudder fucker)
Monsturr flame
With the shimmering skin of a twilight villain, nine-life-living, fang-sharpening guy who's mile-high like a crane
Uh, yeah
Monsturr flame
With the shimmering skin of a twilight villain, nine-life-living, fang-sharpening guy who's mile-high like a crane
Bitch!
Python when the mics on, gripped in my palm, stripping icons, of their dia-monds, try em right on, I don't like that
Not that high-ranking or someone like that
I'm a simple cat, giving little rats something to relax
Clawed up your jaw slut, tall cup of raw slush from my maw
Within the gut is some shit that'll bust through, cut you free from your dumb foolish uppity attitude
Lucky you, I don't beat outta you, what I seek, souls
Heat bowls til I see surreal poems, reach & feel motion in my real emotions
Oh no, I own it now
My poetic, synthetic soul is out
Overloaded down-downloaded Trojan on your mobile when my music flows in it
Oh no, I don't let out my poetic synthetic soul or foul out unless the motor goes & I'm overthrown by the home grown that my homie loaned
Device is the mic & surprise I'm the white kid with a nice grit when he rhymes shit
In his voice gravel when the noise rattles in his joyous embattlements, set up inside his grey matter
It don't make matters better when you take chatter & bake it like batter til it makes bastards full of hate when they ate it
Shit
Yo
Ain't shit but a game bitch, what you wanna play with
Not the mayne which will put up with lame shit, so get away, shit, uh yeah..
Ain't shit but a game bitch, what you wanna play with
Not the mayne which will put up with lame shit, so get away, shit
Uh, yeah
Monsturr flame
With the shimmering skin of a twilight villain, nine-life-living, fang-sharpening guy who's mile-high like a crane
Uh, yeah
Monsturr flame
With the shimmering skin of a twilight villain, nine-life-living, fang-sharpening guy who's mile-high like a crane
Bitch
Monsturr Flame
Monsturr Flame
Monsturr Flame

Written by:
Kyle Spear

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