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Mystery Thrill Killer, Mister Un-deni-able spine chiller,
History's un-iden-tifi-able time-line filler, no minds iller,
sublime crimes de-signed to keep 'em guessin n stressin
confessions expressin my directive, addressin da press'n
detectives to my invective objectives, high level selectivity
while their subjective linear perspective is ineffective to see
connections between me and mine, they stay two steps behind
while I'm defined by the signs in the sky, monsta-Kodiak mind
aligned w/ the stars and planets, assign panic, Zodiac mechanic
frantic addicts misunderstand it as satanic, so the act's galvanic
& peaks your curiosity, What kinda man can plan such ferocity?
Can perform such atrocity with such monstrocity and animosity?
You couldn't possibly, reach the escape velocity of my thirsts-
Gravity, immersed in the worst depravity, 1st in savagery, bursts
Rapidly dispersed to inflict death sentences, for my neo genesis
To create a collective of afterlife apprentices' the main emphasis
The soul gatherer...security shatterer, small town girl flatterer,
Batter her and then splatter her grey matter with a .22 caliber
Your caliper couldn't gauge the diameter of my scope
and can't cope with thickness of the rope around your throat
that chokes off your hopes and recedes with your last breath
I leave a note in the abscess of ya chest to confess like MacBeth
no return address just a cipher of madness, to incite hyper sadness
write in a lattice, frame ladders, I climbed to the heights of badness
and live on in infamy, remain to this day an unknown entity
eluded the sentries who sent for me, still maintains essentially
the top post, most wanted:...the criminal mind of the century

dam yer, it was fucking dope tho, the lines we dope as fuck.  U cud be a dope battler if you cud do that in all your rhymes, you wud crush most of the people here.  keep spitting gangsta.

haha yes adam show this fuckaz wassup wit VDK.....

oh hey adam that's sum dope shit u dropped ....oh i'm aslo silah if remember

well i can't access the dre board no more ,for 2 reasons:
i wrote me e-mail wrong when i registered as aslo silah ,then i registered as ecks-kaliber (or somethin) a username i never used so now i've forgotten my password

the other reason is the dr dre seems to have crashed or something..

one small comment: this would b super rediculous if it was measured n2 bars correctly cuz in its present state i dont know how u would spit it. but i was feelin it a lot. do u rhyme offline? if so do u have audio?

KEEP DROPPIN THE HOTNESS AND GOOD LUCK WIT ALL UR ENDEAVORS... PEACE.

 

some really complex shit.. like tounge twistin.. It would sound dope as fuck as an auido..

i still can't access the dre board