Friday, September 9, 2011



Edan [2nd Verse]

The virals are the scorned into The Doors open
To bring raw dosage in the form of swarm locusts
Beatles and Birds that seem evil and absurd
Gather with The Eagles that swerve to form herds
Butterflies made of Iron ride the horizon
Giving Credence to the Revival of Poseidon
Who feeds in the Clearwater, you feel slaughter
But Lovecrafts of abyss, the horror for tomorrow
Zombies and walking dead stalk the Talking Heads
Insects with open legs halt with awful dread
All along the web the thread remains rare
With bloodshed that led to where the little feet flare
To lost places, thoughts lost for all ages
Where slow faces sit on the wall with tall mazes
That overlook the 13th Floor with long gazes
Connected to the earthly core through elevators

Check it, the Underground is made of Velvet
Where buttersoft brothers talk tough on wax but ain't sell shit
Every crack of the rap ain't the Elvis
My Aqualung cultivates the Blue Oyster shellfish
I design my Blurs before swine
And form rhymes that take you to a world before time
Where living things coexisted with Crimson Kings
Who on the Moon's Dark Side painted pretty things
That illustrated lessons conceived by the Mothers of Invention
Who also built the Stairway To Heaven, it's a present
Only to be stolen by a Thief, the Judas Preist
Who unleashed his devil magic
My mental fabric too thick for Lenny Kravitz
Who imitates Jimi Hendrix in every facette
Semi-Automatic Rap Heavy Metal Jackets
Kill with mathematics to build with Black Sabbath

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