drop sum deep tight lines here if u think u a mic spartan.....here we gooooo!
From the menancing darkness,
i cypha madness,
through clouds of powered clay,
mcs owing silly debts dey can never pay,
am bringing das 2 effx,
praying mcs into the depths of paralysed injuctions of graves,
jammin ash~TRAYS leavin ciggarrettes,
tantalisin scents of burnin wood chokin breath,
smoky and noisy depths,
no cure wit the medicine,
the illness,mcs rest 6 feet depth.