Srdjan Veljkovic

Overpowered by red. Hunt the path out of depth.
A secret magical script in quicksand to skip.
Book of Ra to pull me up. Groom me up with the
Straight of Taurus. The eye of Horuses ignores us.
 
V1:
Eager for formula. To be phenomenal.
I’d rather be better. Leave the hate for later.
Rome for aroma. Straight for cologne. Al Capone.
Charisma, view through a prism. I need Wisdom.
 
Fresh, pockets full of cash. Hungry numbers to smash.
Big time. Top-notch. Mock, till I get my mirror broke.
Fly as hock till I get my very last breath chock.
I will soar in high til my final breath is caught.
 
Meek as a kid's sleep, aggressive, and persuasive.
Tiredness revisor me. Chained by misery.
As in sink-sink harsh poverty imprisons me.
A seed of faith, split the sky sunshine to get it.
 
Hope let in. Love is nutrition essential.
Despise this ink turned me into financial.
A Greedy beast. The motive for a freezing breeze.
Marked with Triple Six. Mercy is it deceased?
 
Ch:
Beg God to wipe out vices from my heartbeats. Clear breath.
Grown in heavyweight. ’Deficit’ wept-out plates.
Six feet weights line. God number of mine in hand has,
Is it time come to change places? Don’t give me hell!
 
V2:
I already have life in a maze of disgrace.
I wish no one ever stepped on that trace I face.
Learn on fireflies that long ago disappeared,
that no longer blink. Hit and sink in failure firm.
 
Old Night as a general earns badges. Chaos rages.
Organize stages, portions of beef wasted long ages.
Crime-defined roles by default. Out of control.
Stuck in the land of the lost. Solitude pin soul.
 
Will is torrid. Can not stand me. I'm a varmint.
No skeletons in the old closet to pose it.
Just a poster hung on it. My ideal worms eat.
Nothing remains behind. My back none doesn’t claw it.
 
History doesn’t contain a dusty piece of grain.
Is behind, there should remain. In oblivion's fame.
Persistently deny, not embrace or fight it.
As the devil from the cross runs, snake legs hide it.
 
otr:
Never crossed or cut, delivering pure hip hop.
Nor dirt up cheek for a single lit of the pot.
Follows old-school guidelines and sticks up to mines.
till Devine turns off the limelight. Grind a rhyme.