The Wait

(Chorus:)
Wait, Taste the taste of sensation
Taste the waste of damnation
Brace, For we lace the soundscape and shake the foundations
Out the gate I'm done waitin'

Verse 1:
Wait, Let em see what the difference is
Supreme being set, the scene with his fingertips
Know exactly what sets him apart
From the backstreet sabotage and espionage
Trespassers intersect paths with death marches
Arsenal front archer's bow to depth charges
Jester been in wait for the party to get started
Mantra long player no longer the guest artist
A sergeant, front line army of darkness
In command of a couple of hundred heartless bastards
Hush your remarks whenever the marksman passes
Recommence when each part of the craft has been mastered
My sight remain ardent
Within a paradigm pristine and artless
But laughter desist in a deep catharsis
Believe that each razor sharp dart I spit meets its target

(Chorus)

Verse 2: Turn the record up and let it be shown
My aim fixed and trained on the enemy's throne
Ready to go, steps following destiny's code
Take it all then vanish before my presence is known
We saw September 11th and October 12th
By November 13th I'ma kill it myself
Militant tongue, guerrilla with bared teeth
Warrior of the sun, wander the desert in bare feet
Temperature steady at minus eighty-five degrees
High seas solidified as tides freeze
Now me and my ice queen skate across the ocean floor
In its frozen form, raise the heat mantra's flow is born
Vocal chords created a perfect storm
The likes of which were not seen since nor before
Just a prelude to the deluge of acid rain
Perpetrated from a height hellish to ascertain

(Chorus)

Verse 3: Moving into phase 2
The brave troop Illzilla done set the yardstick for y'all to break through
Not enough to merely step up and slay crews
Understand this is history in the making of a debut
Bided my time while breath was baited
I'd like to thank y'all faithful patrons for your patience
Solemnly swear to forever stand gracious
No matter what may get lost in translation
Hunger pains stain my rhyme pads pages
My tenacity that blatant
Salivating like a rabid dog
Determination in rap song
This MC’s pen [le?] nectar for the gods

(Done waiting)