Xpression.v2

Toxic Vessels (9/22/2007)

Kids pull up to the show with the button to explode
Remote controlled balls, but their brain is fucking slow
They’re trained to duck and go while they’re straining for a flow
Throwing down these curses cause their brains just wouldn’t grow
But it pains me to the soul, it’s not even worth admission
This edition of the battle deserves no recognition
Little kiddies bitching cause I left them standing speechless
Go repeat what I just said and then pick up all the pieces
It ceases to be fun when your words are all on leases
The least that you could do is recognize these demons
Pick them when you see them and then really go to town with
Though, you fell before you spoke and you really let me down, kid
And the pride is where I found it, still swelling in my vessels
Go nestle in the fact that the dust has gone and settled
But gone are sentimentals, just water in a kettle
Steam behind the mind of the words with which you wrestle
This vessel of delivery is marked as neurotoxic
A mind full of these boxes, safe but you unlocked it
You shocked it up from slumber, it’s impossible to stop it
The genius you awoke is applied in this adoption
Adaptation, whatever, it’s not even like you noticed
I knew it all along but now I wonder if you know this
The hunger that you seek to fill leads to your starvation
This is tongue in cheek, but still, it breeds your retardation

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