What up homies? What up gals? It's Whitehawk here, wanting to let you know I'm working on a 7 minute long song, mixed, and mashed up with parts of different beats I like, all made into one track. I'm taking my time on the lyrics, as always. Till I finish though, here are some lyrics I wrote, but feel they are strictly to be read, and not to be on a track. Continue staying awesome, and you will hear from me soon. I will be remembered. In some way, I will continue to influence, and make better this dying breed known as rap. And now, the poem, if you want to call it that. "We like a phantom Transporting our matter Dematerialization Zap to another destination Sirius star system Now we the aliens tresspassin Duck dodgin and passin Guards monsters and captains When we aim Target acquisition Got Satan in my sights The trigger i'm squeezin Retaliation at its finest Pissed off creation of isis American sly shit Corrupted governments In the name of democracy And freedom of a people feeling victim By the same ones fakin protection From manipulative terrorism In specified destinations Of sacred havens That descend into time Like a stargate Atlantis expedition Expand your mind with me Lets go on a journey To find the sensual feelin Of our Gods heavenly healin That gives the realization The world is invaded with Satan And needs to be explained Because obviously It ain't clear to see For these zombies Of another breed That seem to be Born from the dead sea Scrolls, book of Enoch Do you know The king of good and evil Ruler of all Heavenly call Out to me Cause im searching Showing progress and glimpsing Other realities That appear to me The fallacy is a lie to thee Of Satans mind control Wait, rendering Comprehend the hidden messaging Do you get it I wanna find likeminded people That seek destruction of evil In the perilous times that never see equal Life ain't fair to me You get what you serve Dicein up you some herbs To get the motivation for your voice to be heard In the streets by the curb In your mind on your nerves Seek and find we disturbed Feel sublime using words We all fly like a bird I'm Whitehawk reassure" Never forget, life is a clean slate waiting to be painted. It's up to you if you want to take your time creating a work of art, or not. Whitehawk-TheBeatMasta Stay awesome.