Artist: Bless 1 Album: Starving Artist Song: Angular Slang II Typed by: bless1music@gmail.com Verse 1: Utter million dollar phrases, praises to the most A million blessings prayed for those who gave up the ghost Men battle for glory, possess a peculiar story Emerge out of the fog like there was none before me Words accumulate like snow crystals, genuine textured lectures Crack skulls, leave hairline fractures Burst out of my mothers matrix, faced hatred Reciprocated back in the form of brash statements Ravenous leopards cower at the sight of me My birthrights dominion, no creeping thing can frighten me An artist unequipped with drawing skills My pen stroke's polychromatic, I toss magic Views intrude on you unexpectedly Like home invasions or a random fired bullets trajectory Exit unseen without a sketch of me Connect with the weaponry I brandish and start respecting me It's that Angular... Verse 2 Emphatically I recite these biographical peeks into my psyche Seeking victory like the goddess Nike Choking the American dream until my hands are permanent green Stained with the governments ink Country debating slicing my likeness in rock formations Born in a nation where hesitation is penalized Realized that my gift is to craft narratives Unspeakable joy once the speech is deployed Navigator of envoys where women are coy If your paper's obese and you're whipping the newest toy An unsigned Titan cladded with war armor Clashing with the gods while they're slumbering in pajamas Now my name's synonymous with trauma I died, went to heaven, and came back as karma Promised myself that I'd finally record an album And give it to the world before that forsaken time comes The Angular...