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by Gato Suertudo
The Valiant Knight
The Knight Leaps upon the table,
Ready, willing and able.
Pace steady; stride stable
in dealings deadly and fatal
With microphone cables
placing cards on the table
We're playing these hard games, see
your Cain and I'm able:
To fuse news flashes with written
passage I'm spitten-
hitten Joint Sessions (hope it catches attention)
Did I mention our henchmen are clenchin'
swords in their fists- giving praise to the Lord
saying we must raise and resist.
the End Days exist for judegement.
His instruments of destruction
echo through the streets over drumbeat percussions.
Follow instructions Yahweh gave
and you may brave through the Storm.
Have you heard this saying before:
the Game of War is an art form..?
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Guided Missile
Guided Missiles Whistle
with warm Dismissals,
ignited strikes take Flight
and make this Life superficial
When wishful plots blot rest-
Bad Thoughts manifest
you get caught Lost in this Game
Aiming Shots at my chest
Invested Powers to Devour
Towers wills of Good nature
You've traded Poison with Flowers
Emotional Warfare Engager!
What major Change has befallen
your callin' Strangers against me
Such Pretty eyes lie in Waste:
it's only Faith that you're Testing.
I'm resting Safe from your Scornings
each Morning Sun shines in Space
but the very Schemes that you're Holding
Only Explode in your Face.
This one is dedicated to an ambitious slave girl called Malinche.
I grab the mic like a titan, lyrically fightin'- it's frightenin'.
I acrobat battle verbally and yes, hyperbole writin'.
It's so excitin' recitin'; I put my soul into poems.
The bomba yeska I'm hittin' even while splittin' your domes.
Words hard as stone is what I'm spittin', holmes, I'm hittin' my mark.
To all pelones cyclones who sit alone in the dark,
watch us embark on a mission and cast traditions aside.
I am a lethal assassin filled with ambitions to ride.
Let's turn the tide like the ocean, with burning emotions inside
Guided by loyalty and devotion- poetry in motion, that right!
Hold on tight to your conscience while I glide through your thoughts.
Inside your mind my message launches and your pride is the cost.
We bring the ill words disturbing your mental
keep with this tempo, instrumentals beating listo
stopping evil ambientos, te viento puros dichos duros
Es el Fin- te lo juro! Dios da vista a los ciegos,
asta vos a los mudos. No seas burro del sistema
be a bold freedom winner- Holding His Holy things sacred
hate the Hatred Beginner. I was cast a sinner
since birth, cursed since my first steps were taken.
Sometimes Life's worst than Death
for those born poor, left forsaken.
With every step that I'm takin'
I'm breakin' laws that they're makin'-
placing me in slavery, Hey, they're gravely mistaken...
I'm shaken shackles off my feet, God set me free
The Prodigal Son's on the run from lapd
City police see no peace until they cease all this hurtin'.
I've nothing to lose,
so I choose to refuse to be their Beast of Burden.
As bad times worsen,
We're rehearsin burstin' barrels at pharoahs;
homeboys attack with packed clips
stacked with poison-tip arrows.
Careful where you dare stroll
'cause the road grows narrow.
They say hot lead shreds flesh
and stays embedded in marrow.
I'm just a scarecrow at the crossroads
urging Lost Souls repentance, for
false apostles get reprimanded and handed
a death sentence... Two thousand census
found figures triggers senseless defenses
saying rebel sects pose threats
to those white picket fences.
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