an evil rhymer shift the threats with pistol pressure
the speaker wire transmits effects of my twisted lectures
the sleeper cypher hit the decks from nickel records
abyssal measure
of a deeper violence when i pulled the levers
my seven letters
jimenez 
I never censor
my open letter lessons of my worst impression
their smoke and mirror defense 
it wont divert attention
freshen up the view 
just to cloak up their aggression
you cant heal an open wound
until you clear up the infection

a blessing
in disguise
quiet times and frequent flyer miles 
from high times
while im sittin fireside writin secrets with defiant eyes
i sharpen these iron knives 
with a brighter mind 
I write entire lines dipped in cyanide
i can see right through all of their defying lies 
the linguist with a lions eye
whos sharp sight sees in the dying light 
at night i hunt silent, 
i cleverly wait
and then I will pleasantly drive every one of heavenly knifes
to silence any surviving prey
violence in the driving rain
the second we die is never the end of pain
a question we fight is never the end of days
however the dead have ways

forever my fate
and doubt
is never the case
my vowels
forever to blame
im proud
to never be fake
my crown
placed in the ashes of the wake
and ill face any factions standing at my castle gates
the verbal assassin 
and yeah
you know the name

Im an I dont give a fuck type
the pack you slumped in my trunk type
you just might be facing
hades when im blazin
my ladies gaze persuades me 
but tonight i take my reign raisin hell with cenobites

crusades of broken mics
these grenades are an explosive token
of my unspoken hopes from angelic heights
im devoted to this apathetic life

i see exactly who the fuck you are
every time you try to write
and again every time i sit and take a shit and use the 3 ply to wipe

i see your blind to the signs 
i must of been the blinding light 
i heard your deaf to replies 
but i aint the signing type
i just need the night time 
to lead my violent life
these bladed knives got me denying lives when i arrive
coz i just aint the dying type

when the time is right
my writing style will become the dividing line between demise and the afterlife
my devices erase reactor sites
my place is engineering nukes and faster fuses to let loose obscene disaster types

a fuckin mastermind
designin spy satellites
to find the truth they try to hide
im typin passwords like
lemme scoop the shit defined as classified
and who but i would arise
they knew the signs
and they shoulda knew its time to say goodbye

r&h

Lucy Challis