Tha FreakStylaz Post Album

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal |

| 8. Battalin The Objects of Life |

do not expect to bring relief

if protective shields are weak

the aggressive swing to keep

people runnin from the war

there is trouble in the form of a double edge'id sword

and in the rubble dudes will mourn

but then recover thru the storms

there is a cloud over the ground, that i cover with my feet

weak ones stumble through the street, no one muzzalin the beef

there are cousins who are thiefs and they bubble on the keep

and the resale of sheep cloth and then double what they seek

mom i loved u, u were sweat, but now i'm walkin life alone

waitin the day that i be slayed laid chalked in white on stone

as i'm walkin life all grown, i see the error of the earth

watch it like a bird but every 3rd they try to tear me from my perch

but they can scare me not since birth, i been hardenin my shell

skin tough as the boy dwell in the hood where the parasite r vailed

by cool clothes, and the white stones, and the chrome for might as well

yet they cry to sleep, every night they weep, to tear a mic and sale

platinum records but the cell in the jail, where they dwell their nights till hell

i can't share that fright and swell like a bump, or a pimple on the face

i gotta rent me out a space until i'm limpin in the grace

soul's never simple to replace, so i empty out the hate

and in the game i'll defy odds, until they kick me out the gates

got a scripture locked in place, and it's a massive magnitude

bow down and give thanks for the saints, in graphic gratitude

i'm the henious prophet liquid linguist, and i mastered math in two's

never bashful have my dues all paid and i was packed on avenues

with an assailaint who cause derailment and crack ya back in two

do not expect to bring relief

if protective shields are weak

the aggressive swing to keep

people runnin from the war

there is trouble in the form of a double edge'id sword

and in the rubble dudes will mourn

but then recover thru the storms

not wastin any moment, alarms rung, let the chariots roll

thru the village, commence in pillage, make a tragedy zone

you have to be prone to nonsense, have audacity shown

upset the opponent, eject his components, till capacity's gone

in the home, so many are feable, and you have to be strong

attack wit feroricity, no reciprocity, wit a mask and the chrome

but the truth, you're fightin a mirror as if, matched wit a clone

can't look out, you gotta look inner, for what's actually foe

as the rapture will grow, and fade, and the judgement ensues

the investigation comes to grace, wit a puzzle uh clues

and in life a scuffle or two, makes the makeup of your destiny

which may bake up a lethal recipe, cut ya future like a vasectomy

check your weaponry, IRS's plead might take up a collection b

and you may find your self in a predicament at a club on a guestlist me

live optomistic, thoughts are sense-wit, but don't control my fate

yes i had thoughts as i cocked the wiston, looked to blow my face

cuz i know the place on a wood floor, is, cold and takes

a strong man to stick out his chest like those, wronged by jakes

so more dudes lace the weed wit leak, and frazzle their life

while other pitch cane for cheese, and rappers battle for ice

kids in 3rd grade fight for glue and then, tattle in spite

that they were wrong but these objects, got us battalin life

do not expect to bring relief

if protective shields are weak

the aggressive swing to keep

people runnin from the war

there is trouble in the form of a double edge'id sword

and in the rubble dudes will mourn

but then recover thru the storms

For Uncharted Terrain

Courtesy of Freakstylaz Records