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Archetype - "2*60*½+16^.5 [Ramplings of a mad man]" Prod. by Sicknature

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Uploaded by on Jan 8, 2012

The first single off of my upcoming LP "Nerd's Revenge"... Do check it out and let me know what you think ;) and if it suits your taste feel free to add me on facebook.com/archetypehiphop!

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I dump your corpse in the garbage, while spitting hot fire droplets, call the fire department, cuz arch is scorching fiery with phonics, like a rhyming arson, or erupting molotovs, I schorch you all, like was a coming lava expulsion, with no sign of exhaustion, I harness force and compulsion, analogous to flying saucers, with combustive exhaust tips, robotic processing's, lodged in my thought net, my somber logic's, far more complex, than one of Parkers cobweb, Carve through your garmets, quaff all your blood like a faucet, concoct a conduit from the gore, and absorb it, perform a summoning, of judgement day, as nostradamus, the forth horseman, with robotic prowess, and content, i'm exalted, for harsh depotism, cometh, arch, then the court arcs, to extol his progress, like a somber monarch on a non end conquest, my couplets spawn from the darkest parts of my esophagus, solely, to transform, in orbit, of your optic lense, to a sword, corresponding to a warlord, of immense, awesomeness, a marvelous, monster with such intense, force, in his tongue, his songs are prone to demolish cartilage, I rupture you commonwealth, with a horde of marching horsemen, that, cause constants of torment, beyond you commerners, common sense, an awful apocalypse, lies dorment in all of his utterings, diabolic phonics, concocted in a dark abyss, in tartarus I am applauded for sharp demagougery, got sovereignity for tearing the arms of the former king, puncture his skull, and perform, covert reconaissance, 'fore conquering the populace, and pawns in the circumfrence, I've cop electronic power and processing qualities, demolish with more arms than octopus warmachines, my thoughts are embodiments, of knowledge, with such gravity, the matter they secrete, causes, disruptions, in viscosities, with animosity, I'm governing, numberless galaxies, from a mothership, hovering off you metropolitan, split atoms in twain, and change, the structure in, your DNA strings, till you resemble a sponge my friend, yeah, I'm like the Higgs-Boson in all of this, cuz you might have the ornaments, but I instruct and govern it, now watch, as I'm rocking heads, like I coughed thought cement, and tear asunder models that don't respond to concreteness, you artist's wanna test? but don't you know I'm thunderous, more bolts, abscond from my lips, than from mjolners rugged tips, not even Thor could conquer it, summon forth your accomplices, and I shall cover them in Tesla coils, from my though process, demonic, I've evolved from a awkward kid, to a monsterous, marvel, with force of a monolith, stop your halting haughtiness, juxtaposed to my dominance, you suckers will never ever, get to rise to prominence, I'm the prime like optimus, won't abide to others and, I am stark raving mad, like iron man at a concert friend, ugh, call me, hip hops guardian, I bring the "awe" in audience, through anomalous, conventions, call it, what you want, but you can't mock artfulness, though I linger in limbo of anonymousness, your rap is far from intense, you're wack, aweful and yet, fans follow you? nah, braindead zombies at best, I stay calm and invest, my time in this darkened craft, bring more blood and thunder than orcs in world of warcraft, call the Tribe Called Quest, from my Bloody Monk Consortium, and with a Phi Life Cypher, we bring Havoc to all of you, it's not a Big Pun, I'm Diabolic, and volatile, a Nightwalker, with a Technique, that's Immortal, I stay Shallow Pocketed, and Savage with my Brothers, till the day we finally put a stop to these Holograms, I pound you into Powder, till your hauled by the Grind House Gang, into court, for copying one of their comrades, bring forth an Apokalypze, with a mob of Rugged Men, and turn your Terror Squad, into a turtle squadron,

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Uploader Comments (KwabenaKingdom)

  • quality!! keep up with the sick tracks. much respect

  • @heavyblazer99 Thanks a lot homie will do ;)

  • Dope !!!!!!!!!

  • @TheSmoothJoe Thanks :D it means a lot

  • this beat is very sick good spitting too

  • @nichtderstotz Thanks a lot dude :D

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  • Dope!! men gid at du havde skruet lidt op for din stemme ift. beatet! :)

  • Oh shit ! Dope !

  • Awesomeness på lyd! Sådan homie ;)

  • Doooooppeeee shiiiiiit dude !

  • @CrazyIndividual Thanks for the positive comments and the constructive feedback, it's much appreciated homie ;) and yeah I sorta felt the same way after hearing it through a couple of times, however luckily there's still some time for me to get that properly rectified before the LP drops so I'll definitely look into that ;)

  • Dope track!! i just wish that the vocals would've been mixed a little better..and your voice should be turned more up so it would be clearer ;) but other than that..sick track!!

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