Shogun Freestyle

Unorthodox Remix

Prodigal Son (feat. Villainous KamiKaze)

JIF:
Been known as vibrant,
Seen many roast in them highlands/
Traveled plenty coast, you won’t find this;
Mountain GOAT trek with the climbin’/
Many notes in the silence;
Little mini notes, chain link rope around my wind/
Theres a Brittle brimming hope for the scribbles enemies tote/
I’ll take ten of each and present a piece, consider it closed/
Forever killing ignorant foes too belligerent to belittle with a prose/
Got em rekindling my coals, I’ll send a shiver to ya soul, the winter wind gets cold when tendons rippin from bone/
Ya pistons pitchin a drone, so ya engines fixin to blow/
Have a technician rip, send the code; ya death is imminent/
You don’t get the sentiment; 
I will take death threats and send em quick/
Call me the mortician, I’m scripting crypts;
Sticking the pours thick with ick and shit/
The corpse stiff when this shiv gets licked;
You’ll see ya boy grin in his prescription lens/
It’s such a joy isn’t, beating the loins to tenderlings/

Pen:
(aye)
takin' a corpse, and i'm rippin' it up/ (Pen) 
i'm sick of these little, hypocritical fucks/
i'm comin' at 'em, an' i'm spittin' a sub/
why you testin' me when ya' writtens just suck/
these massive attacks, are bombin' on 'em; they causin' ya' brain/
aneurisms/
pen back on a track, it's monumental, the coffin' in flames/
it spans ya vision/
and i'm shittin' on 'em, just all of the same/
when i'm droppin' these lames, on the top of they headpiece/
shots when the lead squeeze, none of them garbage ass drops can impress me/
settin' myself to be deadly/
pickin' up the pen' and i'm provin' the prestige/
leavin' my enemies empty/
beheadin', the pegasus envy/
steady 'cause i gotta be venting/
letting the end of the tec' ring/
leavin' a trail of these dead kings/
Dead Kings

JIF:
One by one I’m pickin em off
Scripting their fall, gift in a box /
Crypt to them all, fishing for rocks
One hit and your gone on a ticket to God /

Pen: 
Ticket to god, If imma be honest/
I’m sick of these bitches,  I’m clipping em off/
Dumpin' 'em all and i'm packin' a clip/
Stabbin' the back of the pad wit' the pen/
Fuckin' a bitch in the back of the whip/
Ain’t no snappin' the savage, i stab 'em to death/
Like I’m clapping the gat/
Then I brandish a tech and the flame is on wax like the candle effect/

JIF:
Dismantle ya neck till it dangles from head, from ankle to lid you was graceful in death/
Grapes oozin red, so tasteful it is
To chase you with bread and I’m grateful ingest/
Brace for dread,
If you wanna face the best then your gonna be laid to rest/
No way you’ll step your way out of the daemons nest, you’ll breathe the depths/
I’ve paid my debts to the ancient heads for my sacred texts/
Imma make a mess of this hater, threats sent with a tapered edge/
Strip you of everything you’ve ever said till only the fake is left/
It takes your breath when your faith has leapt over the gabled ledge/
See many men pray for death, aching chests them hateful threats is how the flames gets fed when I’m shaking lead/

Immortal

Penconscious

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