| Yeah, every man see him 'Sail to Byzantium'
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| For those that can’t see him, they lost man leave him
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| Transparent transceiver, no hand lever
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| On the hand receiver, the signal gets weaker
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| Sales of street polymer gels that form hardened shells that repel
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| Interrogative drills in the torture cell
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| Sounds like Hell, not exactly
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| Rap for me, this human’s cavity interacts with me
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| Blood, liver, and lungs, external viscera thugs
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| Cutting me up with glitter covered gloves
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| I ran out the building, ran to the building where I parked
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| Why my children not in the car?!
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| I am not unravelling, I am calm,
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| I’m staying at Bigelow Arkansas obeying the law, playing GRAW
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| They ask questions with Russian like aggression
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| From the on screen projector, what is your intention?
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| Moratorium? |
| I got four of them, meet me in the auditorium
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| I’m a show you how to talk to them
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| Right handed MC, used to be lefty
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| When direction don’t effect me, my spotter corrects me
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| Open the eyelid, check behind him like crazy Ivan
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| On the coastliner, Psilocybin, crazy rhyming
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| With third Density binding, galactic plane timing
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| The Pleistocene is rising, I cannot describe it
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| Lavatory tidy and quaint, brand new paint
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| Laboratory, huge, sprawling, brand new warheads
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| Space grunts line up face front
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| Base jump into the waste dump, complete Phase 1!
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| Bone shards scattered all over the boneyard
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| We low crawl paying no attention to our nose at all
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| I see the beast pupil size increase
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| Seen it grab somebody off the street, bite and release
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| I decrease my silhouette, try to lay flat
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| Zero in where the chest and the neck intersect
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| Take a breath than hold it, but only for a moment
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| Stay focused or your first one’ll be your last soldier
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| Woke up in the Infirmary, here’s your papers
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| Thank us for your service, young man, see you later
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| Cardboard papers signs
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| «I will eat rhymes three times a day if you could only spare me a dime»
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| Real Hip Hop spitting, that’s how I’m living
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| I mount my weapon like I mount my women
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| Intercept correct beats, sleep search collect and keep
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| If I like it let’s meet next week
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| The mind of a weirdo, it’s not really clear where he goes
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| Nobody here really knows…
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| Everybody wanna ask questions, don’t pay attention to the messenger
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| Listen to the message! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Messenger's Message , by - Canibus. Song from the album C Of Tranquility, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп