From the epitome of the microphone

To the gar' of Capone

Residing as the call of Corleon

While withstanding a game strong like Hanes thongs

The play prolongs to symptoms of the doldrums prognosis tie tongue

Minus the space to post on I bow none

Either on PC or cell phone

I know one fools crumb could leave stomach's sprung

As my raps to these youthful childrun'

I defend wrong and prosecute long measures

Massage the bars as sensual pleasure

To surface better or worse

I benefit the course with added measure

And keep the secret quiet like library clerks

Whatever works, the fruitful quirks, the juvy :) smirks

I bust first at the speeding Hurst of the beginners work

Raising smirfs with the growing perks

Of teaching the urkes and trails of trying to out con KW1ONS style

I leave a synagogues profile to strand the meanwhile

Aviator of the still smile

Ears of the lost child

Wits of shadows profound

I am the pro whose has found the guild to lead the reel of steel earners in retrospect I toss frozen gurneys amidst a forgetful journey, keep learning the example is turning, students in mourning of the adorning morning to wake up morally leering the stench of the past losers dreary merely moving, sorely gruesome, I hold rank to battle the Newsome’s muting, with ammo of propaganda shooting, silence the hooting, scrape the respect from my booting through useful clueing, hush the boo-ho-ing, my conquest is showing, my eyes illuminate as the W is glowing, you will know me

My club is at full swing, I am the position of squad and king the results in a whole ring of devastating those who are relating to the abrasive taking of the crown in making, I squander and move swiftly pacing, dodging and L1 shaking

Tis to be thee shall fall to the rank

I remember when I took peoples mind in an unforgiving space

Snatching their outer touch to convince thus that they were crazy

Blinded by gazing with the shine of my light

Question their wind to who is their being

The act of achieving

Answering to the life that they want to live

Starting from when they were little to root their minds had nothing to give

Began with a laughing fib to finish with no thought

Ruthful in maneuvers

Words flung as elementary scooters

No hands on, must simply move along

Blame the hash, curse the friends but only you and I know how to pretend

Then again do I think such or do I position my acts to be thronged as ruler

Invisible to the soul of the crew

I pitch on the bend

That leaves who to point

No comrade to gain a mark

Continue thinking that you are smart and I am a outsider

You play my part

Stokes of the art touch of the technique

Get tutoring from the geek

The learner of mine

Always in my ring

A baby in my mind

Brush up on style until you acknowledge the truth

My vast mask of clash shall pass the mass of lads surpassed in the bag of mad dag stepped in the fad of Im bad to lose a hand

Texas Holdem which way shall I fold them

Cut the sorry and stead fast I mold when they have proven

That he shall wait in the drowning of my endowment

Why have we been a little intolerant

KW1ON is all over wit with much involvement

His lethal installment is royal as parliament

He employs a harlot sentiment evidence the better man once again

3rd persona influence you knew this

Yet follow in walls cast shallows

Because the dark swallows you linger as Merlot

Grapes of the solo hero slaying the zero that you hold hundred

Till you realize that your crew is dead

My W-I has been better feed until the D is wed

My loathsome daughter

My begging sister

Only in search of her indulging mister

You kiss her tender upon her member

And I wait, and finger the collateral of your willingness

To prove our best

But you walk as the less

To conjure that you are worthy to contest

I laugh in my chest with a keystroke I confess

I kill the parade by extending my steel

It enters the skin of spite to spread the outer dressings

Of pride and the skin envelopes the blessing

The gift of solon truth between KW1ON and you

Joins the guts of "I Dont BELONG"

The blade of blain poisons the river of blood

The life of tolerance

The water of avid listeners

The basket of forgivers

I type the quiver

The more backspace the more abundant shivers

The power disappears may your eagerness find draught

I am as King Arthur of the stroke and Excalibur through your mouth

A field of death a gravestone of charm

Lets now take roll in

FURY 101