Dungeons and Dragons Atmosphere (Ft. Musab)

[Verse 1: Slug]
Kinetic responses were heard frequent in the past
When speakin lashes to the tongues of father's demons semen
Somehow catered to the whims of later stood
Check the youth, shoot like stormtroopers theorizing Darth Vader hood
Gave a good thumbs up type of scream
To symbolize the arrival
Cause we've arised from the dream
With a red beam that fastens to my chest
Wearin' a string of beads of sweat
Decorating this helmet that shelters and protects my laptop
The brain contains the game
And the fast talk
More traffic than the average vagrant's favorite crack spot
Last stop
To catch a breath for twenty miles
Cause this field is filled with more snakes
Than MC's that fake their freestyles
Your optimism, is far from natural
Caught the label of asshole
Cause I'm twice as tight as the rest, this rappin's vaginal
Stand clear, cause when my shit comes, the big fun
Pushin' up in and out of your bitch system like a piston
Glistening, in the twilight, hill top, with his ability, stablility
And shoot my spunk on your soliloquy
The children see right through the smoke screen
The mist around your own soul provoking, your own choking