Gamla Hwarang-Keystyles Spoken word Salt in wounds cuz remedy is pain in serenity's rain Walking down memory lane, engergy came in the form of enemy flames Dying a lifetime, subliming my lifetime and flying to the skyline But escaping destrived times, finding delight when I write rhymes These days and times has made this mind look into satans eyes I hide behind the blatant lies under a naked sky in my state of mind I send a rhyme to hell's seduction, I chain a blank page I spend my life in self-destruction, I reign and rampage But my doubts rather see heavens doors fade As the clouds gather I see the seven horsemen I'm a hustler, baby.. I sell pigment to racists I sell mp3s to playlists I sell forskins to hebrews I sell alcohol at preschools I sell rhymes to ghostwriter I sell air-time to poltergeists I sell steel pipes at derbys I sell syphilis in the 1930's I sell dignity for currency I sell a raise to the current fee I sell capitalism to Feng Shui I display the market at whoa.nu In Yo Face Beyotch! I blast the gas tanks to contrast the anthrax/ Retire players! Im on higher levels/ I raise the stakes like Vampire Slayers/ I split people in two like the iron curtain/ Girly rappers, cider slurpers are death for certain/ Splitting atoms, turning anatomies to fragments/ Ive had it, lyrically killing faggots and admins/ To illuminate continents and contests when I record/ And spex, Im the best to ever touch a keyboard/ Vocal cords with artic warfare; my soul's blessed/ I burn parkbenches to make your whole crew homeless/ Trick ass, your slickness is like a sickness/ Hard-Knock-Life like Jehovas witnessess/