E-Klipse - Underground Missile Test

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We underground
We, we underground
Underground missile tests
Nuclear flows
x2


Tracked on maps
And satellite imagery
This battle is killin' me
Like tornadic activity
Wid there anti gravity gun
Disaster for liberty
They want me left
In the shadow's infinitly
The surgeon's
Gashin' and scissor me
Implant chips
Trackin' my killin' sprees
I global warm
Storm and typhoon
My flows align
And form a monsoon
Causing war wid hot tunes
Rhymes stored as haiku's
Lions roar, its animal rap
Manifold wrapped, around your lips
Carbon expandin' your gasp
Underground jungle
Rambo on tracks
You in sandals
I'm in camo dispatched
Stackin' politician's
There organs dismantle collapse
Playin' organs at there funeral
This man is so mad
You can't handle attacks
Wid my hand on an axe
Wid the handle you stabbed



I turn a war to a melody
Storm to a gentle breeze
Don't believe in god
But I almost feel heavenly
Hot lines
Formin' your jealousy
But I'm warnin' you presently
Fuck up
Your fully in jeopardy
No controllin' my felonies
Police withhold me in celling B
Shank the gaurd
Knife from my colon weaponry
Ha
Sneek in
For gore you get messy bleed
Shocked at whats stored in my memory
Could tour for a century
Wid your wife
Shootin' petroleum jelly scenes
Never hurt friends
Only my enemies
Whether foreign (or) domestic beef
Air raid em'
Siren warning you better leave
E-Klipse blocks it wid solar telepathy
I never try
On the chorus intentionally
verse more important
Thats why I record what I said and speak
Thats why I record what I said and speak



This is warrior literature
When I storm your perimeter
Say you hate me
But wore my signature
Stored in vinegar
Til' you dissolve
Un-evolve to a corpse your liver worn
Of course your liver pours
Like forest river shores
Oh no
I'm bout' to get the sword the scissors or
A cord to string you lord
Inside a mother fuckin'
Storage fridge no warmth
Warrent victor war
Your history is bout'
Important as women sports
Or foreign cliff resorts
After suicide bomb's
Tore and ripped the doors
Off the hinges
They sleepin' on me
Album equivalent to coffee binges
Lots of syringes
Doctor incisions
Into your opticals cringin'
Hannible Lector
Cannibal gets your abdominal rippin'
Animal senses your not gonna get him

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• e-klipse
• underground
• rap
• hiphop
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• mind
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• coka
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