Ground Zero -

Gotta love it!

Such a beating that we’re laying on the beat!

Gotta love it!

Such a beating that we’re laying on the beat!

Gotta love it!

Such a beating that we’re laying on the beat!

BOMB!

BOMB!

BOMB!

BOMB!

BOMB!

The bomb drops!

MasterPeace, reporting from Ground Zero.

MasterPeace, reporting from Ground Zero.

MasterPeace, reporting from Ground Zero.

BOMB!

BOMB!

BOMB!

BOMB!

BOMB!

The bomb drops!

When he sketched the letters in red, last time Nathaniel did it this big.

My metaphors mean more than the ground they found you in…

Bitch just dig!

You couldn’t really grip this figment of my imagination.

So Nates been sittin' in a bin in the bargain basement,

Trying to carve my place into this starving wasteland.

Lately The Prince been blue, so don’t really give a fuck about that Carter’s

Jay then.

I just wanna tarp the dang tent, hark the heralds, it started rainin'!

Feels like you need an ark to save both sides of Nate, wanna harbour hate man?

Author with a sharpened blade

I just harvest harshness, I’m marked for greatness.

Everything way too large at stake, so I’m sparked to race from my daughter’s

playpen.

Where the fuck has my constant rage been?

That arsehole on your face like a target gapin'

What a lark the games been, it’s constipated

Sparks rage, Hearts racin', far in space…

Cuz she needs a doctor, and I I want is patience

I’m spent, it’s a problem, Nate’s on fire

Save him!

Cupid’s resorted to pyromania.

For you it’s important, retire greatness

Can only lie to strangers.

These vibrations, enticing, strangled.

But the lighting is angled just right and the mane has been tamed too tight to

dangle.

Rose mates Dandilion.

Frightened, but her fangs show.

Mistaken, just takin' two titans to tango!

Serving the game — parlez entrees over bomb haze.

It’s like I’m throwing a fucking yacht party on the sound waves.

Free falling off of mind decay — the madness my force of action;

Force of impact on you and yours too smashing, my passion’s a sufficient source

of damage!

Courts warned!

Clash with warriors.

A War on politics and bitch tactics.

Core so tantric — built up on dead time;

so when I do crash it’s on a scale of

Titanic antics.

Behold the captain, A black man.

Who embodies a passive hyperactive reaction…

Bring heat to more sands than a coaster catches!

You got that then toast your glasses!

1 chance at life no time for practice.

Though we rehearse our dreams, we’re historical,

Listen to the oracle in order to de ja vu our advances.

All your excuses, diversions and intrusions deployed,

Just fuel my fire in making sure you and your decoys are destroyed.

Lose head control to these episodes.

You can talk the best of shit but I’ma never let an old boy use me as a

stepping stone.

It’s on