White Python-Black Tarantula-Sound of the Drum

White python, night-lights on, Mike Tyson, I'm white lighting
Complete freak on the beat by Viking,
black jeep, enemies don't like em,
keep on fighting, keep reciting,
writing; he will defeat these titans.
Speak like a king, live like a pirate,
move like a gypsy, cause small riots, not tall giant,
also flying, no joke no matter how broke I am, don't go crying,
won't start lying, city's a jungle, still I'm a lion.
Feel good as I am without doing dope, Mad Child clean like mouth full of soap,
no doubt not out with the bros, just stay above water like houses afloat.
Small blue pills thousands of those, back that's a place that I'll never go.
Difficult centrifugal force or the simplest flows like wind through the door.


You killed that shit man.
Warriors for life dig up the swollen army, shout to my young brother Tres Nice.
I'm about to martyr this High-Tempo BPM shit, Rob the Viking live from the estuary. P1. S&M. Come on Rob, Let's get 'em.

Oil spill top kill fills at the mortuary,
my life a wild life I'm live from the estuary,
S.O. shell BPR VIP I kill like military,
spilling red liquid everywhere just like a bloody mary,
bloody like the movie Carrie, wise man mother Mary,
secret symbolism come across like the Maltese,
battle-axe warriors I'm tattooed like a Maori,
hear my war cry paralyze it so powerfully, and how can he do what I can't, rocking it like Element,
show me attitude and you'll get branded like a cattle ranch, man you spitting garbage bitch,
I'm like a Harvard graduate, conception is immaculate,
back from the dead like Lazarous, novelous protagonist,
mice and dice of men,
dropping from my speech each and every letter of alphabet,
genetic spikes precisely accurate like laws of Calculus,
vocal like Ted Noble so fucking with me is hazardous.
Ferris wheel, carousel, kerosene, everything.
Burn down the carnival, very strange penny lane,
Beatles Rolling Stones Pink Floyd, black light acid trips sink into the void oh boy,

I'm done, I'm tired of being a pawn on the chess board,
war comes got straps and a vest for it,
fuck pills fuck coke fuck escorts,
fuck being a gangster and fuck being dead for it,
white gold crushed chrome powdered aluminum,
old school trains, hop the bottom, rustoleum.
Yeah, my name's Prevail I'm on your trail like Ho Chi Minh,
dude I'm too crude highly flammable petroleum.

It's the sound of the drum coming at you like a heart.
Hit you in the face with the bass booming in the car its the sound of the drum, you can run but you won't get far.

Creator of this abstract dark art poetic style,
mad child saying that boom will be pathetic pal,
least I didn't forget it beast still deeply embedded,
this MC from BC still deeply regretting now,
I lost concentration and focus on what was important,
must have been the pills and all the coke I was snorting,
now I'm telling all my folks that I'm sober and it's over
but I know that if you put it to my nose I still could go for it,
that's why I keep reminding myself and going over it,
it's very dramatic to date a heroin addict,
had a bad relationship good girl but wanted out like I was seeing ghosts
and hearing voices in a haunted house, I'm known for fucking up
and acting stupid and erratic,
I get fully loaded like the bullets slipped into the clip
and clicked into the pistol grips of semi automatics,
I was a terrible addict but the kids back at it.

It's the sound of the drum coming at you like a heart.
Hit you in the face with the bass booming in the car its the sound of the drum, you can run but you won't get far.
(I wanna rock right now).