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[sovrn194]

20 BARS BY SOVRN

Ya crosses are all one trick pony Let me rephrase bald face phony Am cold an all dusted in goldy Dirty realist writing up dark poetry Keep it real an don't crawl if stormy So may Let ya marries blow me Haha yea my flowetry stay grody At these stupid kiddies insisting to spit corny A Rare rogue rhymer out ya majorities Product of parents raised poorly In honesty ya stories bore me But I handle for revol glory Spitting vocaly as  blood oozes sorely Any time, of course g Homie, this beast was born free More importantly This nothing just wait till I spill what I've been hoarding It's grade a high class scoring Slashing toy throats spoken boringly Daily posting holy

[sovrn194]

16 BARS BY SOVRN

Im awake but it feels like am sleepin

Dazed an confused my demons creepin

I walk the plank, right above the deep end

Depressed an fiendin, yet holdin a ink pen

Humans! I do not aim to please them

Devil in my brain left the paint bleedin

Its the spittin image displeased heathen

Curve stompin you pleadin top cement

Demons speackin behind the windows where they peakin

The genius leakin fine hyme notes that topple the weakish

I tested the experiment, blazed I turned starin back at them

A bested fake testament, years learned a contemporary ten

Yet I've been dedicated, a poet that's self medicated

Under the stress is where am meditatin, an still self hatin

Yet I've been dedicated, a poet that's self medicated

Under the stress is where am meditatin, an still self hatin 16

[sovrn194]

8 BARS BY SOVRN

Im awake but it feels like am sleepin

Dazed an confused my demons creepin

I walk the plank, right above the deep end

Depressed an fiendin, yet holdin a ink pen

Humans! I do not aim to please them

Devil in my brain left the paint bleedin

Its the spittin image displeased heathen

Curve stompin you pleadin top cement

[sovrn194]

2 BARS BY SOVRN

I'm leviathan alive, I have the brightest third iris

Since Horus to Osiris, phone Christ an swine siren

[sovrn194]

VERSES BY CRIME

[LYRICS]

{VERSE 1} I got played for a kid that wasnt even mine fucked her one more time cuz i'm do-or-die maybe i knew it but i kept it a lie baby dont you cry i'ma playa for life playing for life and i'm playing to win throwing in my ins i was born to sin crooked ass grill i aint finna grin hit up my plug and i'm twisting a ten thinking about then and i wish it was now but every now and then shit just gotta do down tryna lock me up like a dog in the pound and i was lost but i'm found I found myself where the darkness dwells neither heaven or hell neither freedom or jail , is this rain or hail ? am i living well ? only time'll tell and im with it oh well and i'm feeling myself . back on my sells one mouth to feed so i'm feeding myself feinding for a bitch so i'm feeling myself blunt in my hand and i'm burning my cells burning myself and my treacherous trail hit up the devil tell'em cast me a spell cuz im tryna get swell and i'm tryna get swole dice on my life and i'm with it to roll looking for hope but i really dont know tryna cook the dope cuz my folks is broke looking for hope like the cloak and the dagger wheres the love and the laughter ? i'm a son and a bastard , I'm a son and a bastard

{VERSE 2}

I aint even got a bucket fuck it pull my dick out and my bitch'll suck it dump at me and there aint no ducking got my own gun so you know i'm busting busting back and i'm busting raps ask for me and i'm on the map , kick it with browns and kick it with blacks kick it in the back cuz i'm smoking a fat all bottled in and i'm destined to crack counting on my hand who got my back voices in my head and i think i been tapped checking my pulse and i'm feeling intact fuck with my fams and i fucking attack natural born mack and i'm flossing with that tryna make it back tryna find my way tryna pimp a bitch and i'm tryna play I got played for a kid that wasnt even mine fucked her one more time cuz i'm do-or-die maybe i knew it but i kept it a lie baby dont you cry i'ma playa for life playing for life and i'm playing to win throwing in my ins i was born to sin crooked ass grill i aint finna grin hit up my plug and i'm twisting a ten

[sovrn194]

10 BARS IN SPANISH BY SOVRN

S ese quien baila con el diablo Inhalando coca hasta que muera de cardiaco Aquí desacreditando el milagro Hablando flujo la blasfemia al estar fumando Vomitando encima de los santos Burlando me al escuchar el llanto Vayamos a visitar el quien vive abajo Reinando soy el mas catrín borracho Ladrando con mi mente bajo el triángulo Vivo el  vándalo parado como chapo el chaparro Alado del antagonista yo bebo lo macabro Alado del antagonista yo bebo lo macabro Alado del antagonista yo bebo lo macabro Alado del antagonista yo bebo lo macabro Alado del antagonista yo bebo lo macabro Alado del antagonista yo bebo lo macabro 10

[sovrn194]

10 BARS BY SOVRN

Smolders!, S off rotten puns don't consider him the vulture Cold rum in cup holder, writin blunt dumb like a jihad soldier Snortin coke, fuck that soda, hey hold up that porks not coshure Max an S Cohan knows numb, ya cultured Folk still spoke dumb While my pockets still broke tons Tempted, drug runnin to hold guns That means magnum, hand held by an indignant tantrum Chin lookin devilish, it's fuckin handsome Am hostile holdin rhymes ransom, bar blastin at random Silver tongue ticklish, It's fuckin phantom