Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Poltergeist, artist - IllinformedAlbum song Patterns of Escapism, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
The Poltergeist |
The Poltergeist |
Yo, yo, listen! |
(What?) |
Check-Checker! |
Yow, yep! |
When I’m rhymin' all rivals are dyin' |
There’s no surviving, closin' their eyelid |
Thinkin' they’ve seen light for the last time |
Flyin' out their body, I stole their soul |
So I’m the pilot, now I’m fuckin' flyin' it |
Wide eyed survivalist lookin' at the dashboard |
Like, «where the hell’s the mileage?» |
Wanna put a few more on the clock if i got time for it |
But it’s never endin', so of course you can rely on this |
Thrive inside the ghost, a poltergeist inside a asylums |
Smoothin' out the creases like I’m ironin' |
Good as gold bullion, check the shine I get |
Visible as high vis jackets on backs of cyclists |
You’re wheelin' up my record, second that it hit the stylus |
Standard procedure, no denyin' this |
Findin' Jacob’s ladder then I’m climbin' it |
Go out on a limb, then stick a knife in it |
Catch my blood and siphon it |
The realness lies inside, then I decide — that’s where the cypher is |
Aside from this, the tyrant in my mind |
Is like a tiger when it’s violent |
Not been fed for fuckin' weeks |
So rips your eyes out for the sight of 'em |
Swings them by the optic nerves |
And flings them in the sky to drift |
Far into the cosmos, see the world as just a tiny bit of dust |
Until it can’t exist, crystals in the sockets of my eyes |
I see the future up in ruins, no surprises |
Get down on my knees and pray before I start to pine for shit |
Stressed? |
Maybe a tiny bit |
That’s what happens when you dedicate your fuckin' life to this |
Music, I love it, really I do |
Nothin' alludes to when I’m stuck inside my mind, writin' scripts |
Soul be comprised of this, the clue be in the universe |
Inside my eyeballs iris, it’s for you to learn to find the finer silence |
In the sirens when you’re drownin' in the sound wave that encapsulates your |
life within |
I’d die for this like addicts addicted to usin' Vicodin |
Or ones who use a hypodermic needle |
I’m a hyper wordsmith G, who serves the crime waves for the people |
On a hype to murk the evil, reppin' re-birth like Egyptians |
With a symbol composed of a scarab beetle |
Reelin' bars when I’m composing 'cause I’m feelin' like I’m chosen |
With higher powers controlling, stoppin' only for just no one |
It’s emotion that I rose from, like emulsion when I role on rooms |
Cover every segment of your vision |
Leave a total new perspective of your way to view |
The place in which i made it to |
Take a few deep breathes and blow out flames to raise the roof |
Before it burns your motherfucking face off |
And acquaints you with some fatal fumes, just say a few |
Last words before I come and take you on a date with doom |
The war monger, raw hunter, brought thunder, raw structure |
Gutter like a whore that’s brought to water then forced under |
Lung collapsed, she drowns and then gets mauled up by a anaconda |
Plant a seed of thought until it spawns into a thorn that cuts ya Brought you |
to the source, I wasn’t born in a remorseful slumber |
Rapped a dozen years but never ever felt more hunger |