FUCK THIS!

In a raw, pissed off, angry mood and i wanna drop some keys.. problem? give a fuck?

Project Concrete Jungle, my safe haven is a wooden tomb
Ready to blow up, lighting the gun powder left in my bullet wounds
Enemy's should presume the worst when the rooms full of fumes
Don't wanna see me come off the top like Hoodies do
Surgical practitioner pulling wombs from sinning women
Until their inerds ripping into different bits of pigments
No need for sinicism, these cryptic writtens twist your vision
And leave you trapped behind my bars like you're in a prison
Forget this vivid mission, it's best you rappers back down
Sadistic.. i shop at Icelands, and leave with volcanic ash clouds
Finding cracks in the system leading to cracks in the crack house
Spot the difference, i'm raw, you're plain like a black cow

With words of hate, my verse is laced with surging rage
My verbs are great.. your just a sore loser HERPIES FACE
So turn away bitch, act like you aint heard of my ways
Or i'll turn the scene to a BBQ and leave you burned on the stake

angry kid pulled it off icelands line was fire ..... and i loved tha starter goo on dude raw beasting thas how we dooo peace

p.s

Surgical practitioner pulling wombs from sinning women
Until their inerds ripping into different bits of pigments

nice piece

Project Concrete Jungle, my safe haven is a wooden tomb
Ready to blow up, lighting the gun powder left in my bullet wounds

those i thought were the best lines

Once upon a rhyme in the city of darkness
A man made his way through the crowd of lifeless
beings of all shapes and many sizes
walking round hypnotised no one realises
Life ain't what its meant to really be
got us fruity looped chasing satan's money
The focus of all things, makes the world go round,
But its man that made the dollar, the yen, the pound.
Drugs, prostitution run rampant through our streets
lack of inspiration to encourage noble feats
How will we strive and survive to make ends meet
when in our minds we're trapped and admit defeat
Take a look around, do we need half of what we got,
material posessions got your soul tied in a knot
I am the light that grows the seed in your mental plant pot
To bloom in the sun,just forget me nots forget me nots.

Yeah i already told you, dope drop Bundy.

Nice drop BeatPhonic too, keep droppin that topical shit.

on a teenage angst tip lol

Hurt my physical and with time i will heal
hurt my mental and then pain i'll really feel
sticks and stones may break my hollow bones
but more pain is felt livin in a broken home
constant barrage of anger and frustration
from this life feel I need a permanent vacation
In the end my mind split in not two but three
blurring vivid imaginary realities

Sat in my room with the light on red
Bury feelings deep, words couldn't be said
Old man's shouts echoing in my head
burn deeper than a cocked beretta spraying lead
Burn a little sess to escape reality
headphones on my ears become a necessity
listen to anguish music cos there's comfort in its pain
put the track on repeat connect with the refrain

My pen flows with my sorrow as the ink
writing heavy words that would make ur heart sink
spell out deeds that weigh down on my conscience
in the hope to redress the karmic balance
The good against the bad, light versus dark
Drowning in this world someone build me an ark
Don't worry dad i'm past being blameful
but just can't see light at the end of this tunnel

love one show one, feelings inside
from your emotions don't run and hide
remember how it felt with no one to turn to
perpetuating your parents mistakes onto us too
Don't you know a child needs love
synonymous to light and peace to a dove
Is it such a mystery how i went wayward
look at my kids its about time to change the record.