Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phantasmagoria, artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2002
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Phantasmagoria |
You can now enter my invisible rhyme real world |
How does it fell? |
Mortals tend to melt into the mix |
Unconscious come with me, I’ll lead you to the core |
Trap doorway to nowhere, you woke up with no hair |
Completely singed off traveling at light speed, don’t go there |
Prepare to feel the effects of the venom we inject through the neck |
Way beyond what you’d expect, just wait a sec |
Ahh, there it is again euphoric oblivion |
Cranial stimulation exits from eyeballs, this padded room has eye walls |
Atom crushing fly balls, it’s my fault |
(Verse 2: Celph Titled) |
Yo, the God body divine mathematically |
Wave my staff at the faculty |
I see visual hallucinations with acute accuracy |
Lock down communication through the mouth like slave days |
My rules canal from dungeons into synagogue limit cave ways |
Do not block with your eyes will not deceive you and put you in visions |
Expose identities that I can see through as a warning |
The photo phantasm, certificate notary |
Counting sheep while they jump over me |
While hanging by my rosary |
(Verse 3: Raj) |
We all went to sleep inside of a vortex |
Many childs unhurting, anticipating the effects |
In a few minutes, we have lived a whole lifetime |
With our minds but we like living, feeling divine |
Magic chemistry unlike you will ever be |
The same by deep blue for the insane |
Antenna methamorphisze resonate |
Psychoactive specimen electron metabolic state |
Antenna methamorphisze resonate |
Psychoactive specimen electron metabolic state |
(Verse 4: Dutchmassive) |
Chrome eight legged arachnid shoots its webbing |
Live disable enemies reach for my weapon |
Get the fuck back, beyond paranoid |
My fist is now attached to an alien android |
Cyborgs attack me, I could see a spaceship |
I’m wasted to the point where I’m ripping off my face |
Lying, my body is numb and wondering |
Life on acid, alcohol and overdoes on toxaphene |
(Verse 5: Maleko) |
Optical distort, teleport and stop abortions |
Fiery Phoenix, morbid phantoms sorceress |
Levitating through colorful clouds |
Rotating counterclockwise, contorted |
Deep in the chorus, sordid endorphin |
Chariots of fire scorching |
Dunes they sent those flying swordfish horsemen |
North winds in the sky orchestrating |
Painting the devil evil grin in his eye |
To deadly cold and hideous shapes |
Reaching up through a watery grave |
Super regular figures appear to dwindle |
Forensics leave paralysis |
Floating palaces motionless sculpts in flights reunions |
Every time I dream at night it gets so confusing |
Silent words explaining, raining ominous comets |