Lirieke:
Display In These Walls

Nasty Kid Past nasty now, I'm gross And repulsive Talk money, is you jokin'? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa In the walls In the cars In my

Into the abyss, perpetual and torturous The gallery of suicide, internal torment Archaic carcasses, displayed degeneracy Once within these walls a life

I'll take nothing less, I don't have time for these liars. On we go day after day, worlds collide and machines take over. Puritan demons display, like

like this Imma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies an' hypothesis Can't define how I be droppin' these

was meditating when I wrote this the first time by interrupted by my screaming walls Hard to concentrate in my 7 x 12 cell Everyone watching my every move Even with these

slay Murderous wordplay displayed, for killin' cascades Throwin' bullets in the air to test wind And which way the cyclone spins Counter on clockwise, still civilized Kill spies on the wall

, you can't stop this You can't stop this, you can't stop this You can't stop this, you can't stop this You can't stop this, you can't stop this These

wicked, would I paint with blood Would I sculpt with guts, would I mount human heads to the wall with love Probably all of the above and then some Spend a little time on these

few as displayed on the news, turns what we do, into falsities far from truth. Today we'll break through the walls in our way. Today we'll prove these