Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: cricket Novatore]
My flows inhuman, cyborg precision
Weak rappers is hyped up like terrorism
Beast emcees gets slept on like mattresses
Half of these radio fans is fuckin masochists
Bump this shit in your delorian from the passenger
My crews got plans for the future like flux capacitors
So come with vests cuz our weapons highly advanced
Mad steez like 80’s cats with sweatbands
Breakdance on the heads of every nemesis
This ain’t a game so don’t play me like sega geneses
Mother fuckers who can’t walk the walk
But love to talk get stalked and outlined in fuckin chalk
Head severed by the verbal assassin- imagine
Disconnected from the torso and still yackin
I feed you cyanide and tell you that its listerine
Or promethazine, leaving you mute and lungs crystal clean
[hook]
Drained our pockets for this album cuz we had to spit
Big-timers only talk cuz they’re full of shit
But idle threats are whack
I know that for a fact
You tryina front for daps
Fuck that!
[Verse 2: puck]
Outta body for so long
Being sober makes me sick
If I arrange the words just right
Will I get the form to fit
Bug-eyed watching bugs I
Fucking process in illusion
Rage all the rage in the future
But there’s still no revolution
Anemone tentacle curled n sprung
Barbed wire for every tongue
Lips smacking
Two flapping halves amassing
Evidence this living shit is fucked up
N how rough can I ride before I die
What’s it even mean to truly be alive
Crooked cops and greedy bosses
Friends who really know me
A touch that can disarm me what the fuck
What am I but a weaponized body
A host for an army
Of whims and sins and prisons
Nested and festering, spinning filaments
I’m chugging drugs, pulling plugs
A word’s no good when the harvest is
Slit throats as rosy garnishes
Lungs heaving, wept flaccid
Bouquet of bodies drowned in acid
And when yu breaching
Blue sky yawns, the dawn brings the fever on
Kill yer dad
Kill the preacher
Kill the one who birthed yu, creature
Spewed out all once, dripping
Parasitic sticky ripping
When the curtain split in two
Who was rending it asunder
Faded enraged we blunderin
Angrily banging
We gon die baby
Hook
[Verse 3:TWC]
I’m rappin it fast got me hyperventilating, suicide homicide or genocide im always contemplation, blood thirsty like an addict gotta satisfy the craving, and my brain will always work but my sanity is fading, and the way i spit them words it is fucking amazing, skeetin off the scene bustin rounds leaving shell casings, and ill rip your fuckin skin off as easy as shaving, i’m a demon with a mask like im fucking trick or treatin, take the pistol and than I slap you with it b4 I put the clip in, laying your crew out and than I get the dipping, take a pound and start the flipping, never hesitate for killin, throwin gang signs like i’m fuckin crippin, but you’ll never catch me slipping, cuz ill slap you like im pimpin, or hit you with the bottle that i’m sipping, wtf is y’all motherfuckers trippin, i’ll just take the fuckin pistol out and let it start fuckin spittin
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