racin to the the end of the world, the edge of the earth,
the same mission that he spearheaded at birth
a novices age but a veteran's worth
like a virus if the medicine works, the lead'll then hurt
but then he'll comeback,
leave stiff like boards when the bullet's in, i'm posted like a thumbtack
dont run, jack that why they make scopes
dirty game, realize that that why they make soap
ice water in my veins, spit fire, break hopes
spit hallucination to rewire brain nodes
warp reality like game codes,
those spittin same flows feel it when their brains blow
get beheaded and bleed rainbows
then change clothes, and shed identities
one man infantry against unholy trinities, or those fixed on mimicry
enemies becomes beasts w no memory
the battlefields in a dream, or maybe the mind
commit crimes all around space and through time
might be tried for mine in due time
by a few swine flu fly flew swine

its still pretty rough, but hey.