Drums, it's death
Freeze, my mic bleeds
Rappers die when solos, are released
Quote me in the book of life
as one of the baddest
Death's the way of life so welcome
to my kingdom of madness
With rhymes I embrace walls of terror
You can only find yourself
when you stand in the mirror
If rappers walk away or dance straight
To the death angel, emerald empire
Rappers are made free
The blood is kept for drink or desire
As rappers kneel to my throne of fire
I'll mangle, strangle rappers at any angle
Till they disappear like in the
Bermuda
Triangle
No trace for life, gone without a fight
What remains is the drums
of death and a mic
In my world, he was marked as a burglar
My rhymes killed him,
so I'm marked as a murderer
Choked from life to death,
a drug of death
Those words defy and rappers
crave for rap blood
The sacrificial sacrifice, soul is mine
I'll break his mic,
I'll say the hell with his rhymes
An d the
Em peror of
Anger,
Nuttin's left
The
Solo gets stronger as the
drums of doubt
Drums of, drums of, drums of doubt
Drums of, drums of, doubt
Drums of, drums of, drums of,
drums of doubt
Drums of,
The seven seals open,
the prophecies fulfilled
A rapper with an evil spirit, known to kill
MC's who noticed, try to run, yell, and tell
But now fell, to the punches of hell
Madness turns them loose,
in their brain they die
Holding their ears, now yelling
Solo's name,
Mercy, is what you say I should give ya
But when I grab ya, I hit ya,
I kill ya when I split ya
Rhymes are sharper than a two -head sword,
some cry for
God
But down here, solo is lord of darkness
Ever since I started this,
I wasn't known as an everyday rap artist
My flow was so different, I had to say,
damn, play my jam backwards
Ain't solo safe,
it's who I am as I commence
With rhymes to take ya higher,
rappers burn and bleed in a lava lake or a fire
No remorse for rappers of course,
they lost
Biggie,
Smalls, ain't a kid on the cross
How should we kill him solo?
Do you think we should
shoot him?
Hold him still,
their biggest smalls execute him
And drums of death
As I commence to release
a masterpiece
Rappers with old breakbeats,
I make a feast of flesh
Cooked on a fire for the sire
The flame engage,
I rhyme fire burns higher
They did a bite from the beast of death
But they should know better
, their best bet was to step
Those with hits sit and admit what was writ
was the key to the bottomless pit
No light, combine darkness
Rappers with heart,
grab a mic and let's start this
New way of life for those
who might walk the darkness
With no fear or fright, so you're consumed
In other words, doomed,
locked in the fleet of madness
Concealed in a red room of murder
Punk chump, that's the outcome
Spell murder backwards, you get red rum
I drink the red rum till none's left
It makes solos stronger as
the drums of death
The are down
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you