Damascus Linguistics

Lyrics

"Hotwife of Pi"

Pi's a monster
Pi's a beast
Pi's a killer
Pi's a serious writer that dont let up or release
ever
dare ya

start the beef...

...

"Hotwife of Pi"

...

foot down on your throat
rap now while your mouths full
UK laws
so no guns
just a lyrical sword
when the count comes
swing once and feel the kings touch
everything around null
last thing that you hear through the crowd shouts is your mind going doubtful
cold steel of my buster blade cuts clear through the loud talk

Ill leave all of the legends that you love on the floor outlined in white chalk

These bars have been hand forged so every stanzas a real kill
Im the blacksmith with a language addiction and a full steel kiln and Im heating these raw ignot thoughts till the syllables glow brilliant
listen to me hammering stress patterns flat on the anvil of rhythm
bro Im folding multis inside of multis inside of multis inside of multis inside of multis like

"what the fuck is this"

bro this is the art of Damascus Linguistics

... Pshh come at me

Pi dont need to worry about breath control, sunos my furnace fed by vengeance
pull out a red hot line as my prisoner and start bending the fucking sentence
these bullets aint led, theyre sylables sent spinning
my words the weapon, sunos the system and every generation starts a killing
trigger finger tongue twister wrapped in raw rizla sat smoking at your front window, hushed whispers Im coming with the blood sisters so run swifter from the hunt master, a blunt bastard that come winter is still dishing out fire and sun blisters till your skin start twitching...

who needs guns when you can shoot a man down like this
Thats one verse
one hearse
From one shot in the crowd like this
Aint no brass on the floor
just discarded drafts and scripts
these lines will leave smoke exiting where his confidence lived

man, the rhymes leave this chamber with ridiculous precision
hollow point punchlines left lodged deep in the listener
double time drumfire, nobody in this ring is surviving Pi's literature
safeties off now so start the bitching and find out that this shits chambers packed with conviction, and
cock back, launch facts through the fiction
you hear gun bars and think violence but thats amateur business
Nah, mine are manuscripts mechanised for pattern recognition
my shots come with callbacks and these shells fire a reference
each casualtys a dog badge because everybodys a sentence

who needs guns when you can shoot a man down like this
Thats one verse
one hearse
From one shot in the crowd like this
Aint no brass on the floor
just discarded drafts and scripts
these lines will leave smoke exiting where his confidence lived

who needs guns when you can shoot a man down like this
mind full of ammunition and the cartridges lit
not lead, just penetration as the target still hit
Shit, watch your life disappear in the red mist

"Hotwife of Pi"

come with aggression
Ill come with expression
aimed for my chest
Ill put a scope on a sentence and send that motherfucker with a long ranged message through your head, and
Commit kill shots with quill strokes
no ink drips from this S pen but shit, its still cold
Get you name carved in my screen like a memorial headstone

who needs guns when a artificial tongue can do damage like this
put a man in a box with a well crafted diss
a Killer With No Fingerprints left
no witnesses exist
just a crowd saying

"fuck...
did you hear what he did"

who needs guns when you can shoot a man down like this
Thats one verse
one hearse
From one shot in the crowd like this
Aint no brass on the floor
just discarded drafts and scripts
these lines will leave smoke exiting where his confidence lived

they want violence
fine
Ill provide it in writing
turn a mic into a rifle and the lyrics starts flying
vowels a projectile
consonant slicing
breath from my mind got a shotgun and licence

bring a weapon
I got vocabulary
bring a shooter
Ill bring an obituary
come for the battle
lets suno document history

who needs guns when you can shoot a man down like this
Thats one verse
one hearse
From one shot in the crowd like this

who needs guns when you can shoot a man down like this
Thats one verse
one hearse
From one shot in the crowd like this

"Hotwife of Pi"

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