Genocide

When I write my whole diction has risen to lyrics golden

The written sends me visions of pistons that I’m controlling

My pencil hits the hand the collision could cause implosion

My pen is on the pad its emitting of my emotions

I try evoke em, that’s the object of every track

Constricted by the fractional syllables when detached

Addition and subtraction of lyrics could set me back

I split it like an atom, precision to cause a blast

When I write I greater portion of my mental is free

When venting all my aggression with the strength of a beast

I’m cleansing confined depression and lending my minds attention

Inventing entire collections of a text you could read

The sentences might perplex them, so then it’s a slight correction

Of relevant rhyme connection done so effortlessly

The cleverest line perfection, this menacing style is pending

In essence divine conception, yes no question it’s Free (Masons)

                                                                             Written by Nova

That's me representing my crew, the Free Masons