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otha realm of lyricism

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~CuRsE~of da~Almighty Illmen~

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Date Posted: 13:03:26 12/29/01 Sat

Okay, who da phuk wanna......who da phuk wanna take on da likez of da ill battle tallent/
cross bo' extended iron dartz that spit poison on impact, force remain extavagant/
i chew metal and spit out tipz transformed metallic/ that rapidly rip through ya so called armory wit technic/
died within' da year of 86, and resercted by darkness and found by destiny/
strecthed da mental compasity/ and conquerd each emortal to mortal realm rapidly/
exquisite third eye vision seek through land until unitez wit da likez of mere force/
mental throw force upon nerve, til then extirpate wit tha percentage of emortal source/
precise self-given weapery, flesh metamorph extraneous to unbreakable armor/
Almighty'z last spawn, now control'in ya whole persona/
formed physically from four poisonous gasses, a hex, actient written on text/
verbal threatz and a thousand profess/ da five soulz of death/
inslaved a million soulz mortal/ and murdered all who hated Almighty'z most royal/
throwin' up Almighty flag'z, scream'in murdah/ on da frontline wit three hunnit and one killah ghost soldierz/
consist emortal mental/ bring upon thought of hate, and physical reflex rapidly manifest and crack da crush, rip backz and snatch da soul in you/
straight into effect, birthed a hunit and forty emortalz empieral wit swordz/ travelin' da earthz surface and each wit a hunit and forty more/
comunicate'in telepathically/ when each soul has been snatched, inslaved in mental and inner mental calculates each with held mathematically/
wolve'z howl, each bow/ while at da same time lion'z sacrifice da blood of each cow/
if i aint da illest alive then who are thou/
who can challenge da furroshous technique/ awrigant speach/ hate in da heart wit da thought datz been inner mental taught da rip apart each?/
who can challenge da split cellz/ which effected cause each cell da grow into multiple versioned ~CuRsE~
unleashed ill tacticz/ rapidly increased intence static/ complete damage to mere mortal'z wit no force da manage/
but yet i have now foreseen, you all failed

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