| My afterword analysis was the average made me anxious
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| But I began to breathe the substances, these bugs gave me a brain cyst
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| Somehow I caught a cluster of clay, now every day’s Christmas
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| Don’t you dabble with my destiny peasant, please keep your distance
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| Every man that escalates is easily erased
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| And your faculty is a fallacy to my family, that’s to your face
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| I grate the gravel and grass to dig graves for gremlins
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| But they’ve had it up to here with how many I’ve sent to heaven
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| I indeed not indifferent to the spirit of ism
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| Every Jones is justifiable, just read it in my jism
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| The killers keep the kilos in the kitchen while the kids nap
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| But I lost love for larceny from the impact of the lid slap
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| Motivation made into the net of the mic’s mesh
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| You never even noticed the novice was holding niceness
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| Over and over the observations had to open me
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| Peripheral vision and pitch control to prove the potency
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| You’re on quite a quest, but let me quiz you with a question
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| Did you read the rest and did you reach your point of reference?
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| See now it’s simple, call me «son», I’ll refer to you as «surrogate»
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| The turntables turn cause you was tugging on your tourniquet
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| Underwent the upset and made your whole unit urine
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| In the vents, sprayed a variety of verbs on the vermin
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| The weasels, weaknesses was wrecked on a Wednesday
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| X marks the xenon, be the xenolith on my X-ray
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| Yesterday you saw me spool my yarn to the youth
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| Zigzagged through the zone and broke the zodiac like Zeus
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| Zigzagged through the zone and broke the zodiac like Zeus
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| Zigzagged through the zone and FUCKED your microphone
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| Rhymesayers, six-one-two |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Multiples Reprise , by - ATMOSPHERE. Song from the album Overcast!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп