What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmer of goodbyes
My thought's devising godly rhymes and forcing souls to burst through molds
I don't conform to rules retarded norms are just to horrible
Source divine I shine and glow, still do crimes for diamonds though
Guy who's mighty hands will strike to kill and stop my giant foes
The height I rose has views that most won't find a chance to see
Craft a masterpiece, brutal poems and violent tragedies
Get back from me or see me crack your jaw and break bones
Dome is home to raps galore my knack is forming great flows, yo
Spark the gun blast, guard your cap and run fast
Crazy bomber shooting holes in armor causing bloodbaths
Stab between your eyes and I just laugh as your croak
Get your bitch and ram my dick inside her ass and her throat
Roam this planet alone trying to manage to cope
Now my stamina's low and I'm abandoning hope
Unanimous vote, my rap track's badder than dope
Ya'll are wack you faggots can't attack my magical flow
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmer of goodbyes
My awesome life was prophesied in stories told by oracles
I'm more than sorta cool the art I formed will be historical
Mortals find my mind is gold, ill with rhymes since times of old
Scribe who writes by candlelight with quills upon papyrus scrolls
My light explodes like supernovas shine through galaxies
Massive casualties, shoot at foes that try to battle me
You wack emcees need to practice more and take notes
Don't provoke no acts of war or gats will pour out grey smoke, yo
Slaughter drum tracks, modern rappin' scumbag
Made your daughter use the clothes you bought her as a cum rag
Glad to be despised by guys who can't take a joke
I just exist to damage kids like I'm a cancerous growth
Known to gamble and smoke, snort a gram of this coke
Put my hands on her throat, some girls are glad to be choked
I'm savage with flows, wrath crafted madness that shows
What I spat surpasses half the tracks you rappers composed
Ya ya alright ya see that was better, that was better
Steppin' up the pen game
Homage the Lion Killer - Pen Game Lyrics
Homage the Lion Killer - Pen Game Lyrics
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What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmer of goodbyes
My thought's devising godly rhymes and forcing souls to burst through molds
I don't conform to rules retarded norms are just to horrible
Source divine I shine and glow, still do crimes for diamonds though
Guy who's mighty hands will strike to kill and stop my giant foes
The height I rose has views that most won't find a chance to see
Craft a masterpiece, brutal poems and violent tragedies
Get back from me or see me crack your jaw and break bones
Dome is home to raps galore my knack is forming great flows, yo
Spark the gun blast, guard your cap and run fast
Crazy bomber shooting holes in armor causing bloodbaths
Stab between your eyes and I just laugh as your croak
Get your bitch and ram my dick inside her ass and her throat
Roam this planet alone trying to manage to cope
Now my stamina's low and I'm abandoning hope
Unanimous vote, my rap track's badder than dope
Ya'll are wack you faggots can't attack my magical flow
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmer of goodbyes
My awesome life was prophesied in stories told by oracles
I'm more than sorta cool the art I formed will be historical
Mortals find my mind is gold, ill with rhymes since times of old
Scribe who writes by candlelight with quills upon papyrus scrolls
My light explodes like supernovas shine through galaxies
Massive casualties, shoot at foes that try to battle me
You wack emcees need to practice more and take notes
Don't provoke no acts of war or gats will pour out grey smoke, yo
Slaughter drum tracks, modern rappin' scumbag
Made your daughter use the clothes you bought her as a cum rag
Glad to be despised by guys who can't take a joke
I just exist to damage kids like I'm a cancerous growth
Known to gamble and smoke, snort a gram of this coke
Put my hands on her throat, some girls are glad to be choked
I'm savage with flows, wrath crafted madness that shows
What I spat surpasses half the tracks you rappers composed
Ya ya alright ya see that was better, that was better
Steppin' up the pen game
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmer of goodbyes
My thought's devising godly rhymes and forcing souls to burst through molds
I don't conform to rules retarded norms are just to horrible
Source divine I shine and glow, still do crimes for diamonds though
Guy who's mighty hands will strike to kill and stop my giant foes
The height I rose has views that most won't find a chance to see
Craft a masterpiece, brutal poems and violent tragedies
Get back from me or see me crack your jaw and break bones
Dome is home to raps galore my knack is forming great flows, yo
Spark the gun blast, guard your cap and run fast
Crazy bomber shooting holes in armor causing bloodbaths
Stab between your eyes and I just laugh as your croak
Get your bitch and ram my dick inside her ass and her throat
Roam this planet alone trying to manage to cope
Now my stamina's low and I'm abandoning hope
Unanimous vote, my rap track's badder than dope
Ya'll are wack you faggots can't attack my magical flow
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmer of goodbyes
My awesome life was prophesied in stories told by oracles
I'm more than sorta cool the art I formed will be historical
Mortals find my mind is gold, ill with rhymes since times of old
Scribe who writes by candlelight with quills upon papyrus scrolls
My light explodes like supernovas shine through galaxies
Massive casualties, shoot at foes that try to battle me
You wack emcees need to practice more and take notes
Don't provoke no acts of war or gats will pour out grey smoke, yo
Slaughter drum tracks, modern rappin' scumbag
Made your daughter use the clothes you bought her as a cum rag
Glad to be despised by guys who can't take a joke
I just exist to damage kids like I'm a cancerous growth
Known to gamble and smoke, snort a gram of this coke
Put my hands on her throat, some girls are glad to be choked
I'm savage with flows, wrath crafted madness that shows
What I spat surpasses half the tracks you rappers composed
Ya ya alright ya see that was better, that was better
Steppin' up the pen game
Writer: David Castle
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid