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solace zeta - overkill, pt. iii كلمات الأغنية

overk!ll pt. iii

verse 1:
pardon-it, ill if i willed-it/
my raps-k!ll like a capsule filled-with/
-rs-nic and strychnine, no doubt instilled-sh-t/
likened to lightening striking throughout the weak-and-malignant/
speaking-indignant/
belligerently id’em quite ill-intently i see ‘em turning to vermin instantly/
right before my eyes, deserving my abhorrence implied vividly/
and sent-so, i keep-ya void and tame–ss/
spent-no tips to employ with bills a pizza-boy’s lame–ss
sk!lls with delivery/all-so acrimonious
erroneously conceiving that by being ceremonious/
in display it’ll conceal away your lyrical-deficiencies, empirical-insufficiencies that reveal it’s only-just/
a façade of ambiance/
designed to blind & camouflage ambivalence/
heavily, so you’re heavy, since you’re dense/
got-ta stop, hence i plot conditions to position and put your lights out/
whoop your -ss right-out/
so bad-ya have-ta ask if it’s night-out/
outcl-ssed, past your grade so watch afraid as i drop the shade on your masquerade/
but i have to gauge ample, the conveyed example to help you understand-full/
well your self-immolation to me/
infinitesimal your size-&-scope’s correlation-see/
and it’s abysmal, go realize-&-cope and go admit it’s prodigious the overall-discrepancies/
’cause i forever kept it together like structural-integrity…

[interlude]

verse 2:
yo, whatever, accepted, i’m solace, so who’re-you?/
head-high erected whenever i think, then i begin to pen it in again and the ink sped-dry like superglue/
check-it, wherever i rep-it, go slow step-by-step-it, just like a slinky/
so step off and make way, you’re fake on the outside, soft on the inside, just like a twinky/
off like a key you lose it, i pretend as the pen is an appendage use-it, just like a pinky/
non-conformer of course on court, i sink-threes/
i’ll say it again, you’re all-clowns like blinky/
on what small-grounds you think-me/
merciful, it’s personal, so it’s true i do do-some through-some gruesome means/
that linger ‘cause my demeanor means-your ready/
to be fingered just like freddy/
in your dreams & nightmares on elm street realms/
the type-where i keep the helm/in full control, ‘cause i cruise like liners/
you bruise like whiners/
and blow like a fuse when i’m set off like timers/
your -ss is known-to-fry/
when a gl-ss of acetone is thrown in your eyes/
since you can’t see, though you know why/
it’s clear-&-notable your style-is-facing/
sheer-&-total annihilation/
no doubt, obviously, it’s probably-just-me/
about to crush ya inta mush like an ogre-will/
‘cause i’ve had enough, it’s over-k!ll…

- solace zeta

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