fuck you nias battle faggots dead channel shit.

[inadequate_one]

how did I manage to sit up
when i cant even stand it
silhouettes of shadows and dust
combust before the manic
music i spit,
yea, bitch,
this music is it.
faggots dismantled
tryin to view the music as is.
this musical gift,
written, spit perfected,
its spinning
like ten directions
you headed in at once and yet each is less than.
one tenth the mission to vent
frustrations on a page.
none of you can even rap
what you took the time to say.
no awards needed
cuz honestly how's this for a battle?
spear you through the abdomen
and strangle you with a towel
silent hills death ten streak kills
famine and pestilence
and all because you dared to stare at the weapon
and all beccause you're scared to face the precendence
and all because you're starin in the face of the presencce
and all because your scared to fuckin face your own present.
yes.