| Rain falls on my toes
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| Walking in the rain
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| Yeah
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| I never stop spitting, why? |
| That’s for quitters
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| Hence why I’ve always got new writtens
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| HF go to a show, we need them four figures
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| Mad lyrics in a twist like knickers
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| Envision, blood, sweat and tears
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| Then go on bigger
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| Start back tracking, way into the distance
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| Mind rattling, it sets the rambling
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| The vines of the underworld, my soul still tramples them quicker
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| Catalysts for murdering the pantry, by the vinegar
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| Better mind appliances that tamper with the evidence
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| Staring down a motherfucking barrel at my skeleton
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| Knee deep in blood so don’t ask about our wellingtons
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| Or the whereabouts, of my elephants
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| Why you tryna take me down, like the residence
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| Sonic resonance, brain washing E M F
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| Repeat after me say, 'I am legend'
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| No full stop, yet I still end the sentence
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| I am free, no remorse just remembrance
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| The past lies, in dream fields where the scarecrows reign is assembling
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| HF’s the emblem, elite I dismember them
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| Leave light bodies trembling
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| Hallucinogenic flash backs, now you’re remembering
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| You’re more than just some atoms in a pattern that is excellent
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| Painted vivid images as tears smeared vinears
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| I decorate exteriors, climbing up the wall and the lining with the ethereal
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| Matrix cold with no cereal
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| I scratched it off like a car thief, with some dodgy materials
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| Just to make it real to you, just to make it real to you
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| Thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes
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| Dripping through the holes that are made by rows
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| Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold
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| Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told
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| I said
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| I might of joked around before but now I’m serious
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| You got a occults doing weird shit like drinking periods
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| Masonic house symbolism, Bohemian grove realism
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| Satanic worship, it’s all imperialism
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| I don’t feel this vision, I feel to reveal the realness in every written
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| Hidden elevation
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| I stay cloaked when I’m spitting
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| Full throttle, never been a pot hole slipping
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| In dodgy old Britain, keep it popping like pilling
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| Not penicillin playing foxtrot villains
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| Repeat after me, you are not what you own though
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| Let that fly over your head, like the drones
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| Nano particles dropping in your zone
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| Don’t beat around the bush like Bush, he’s a skull and bones
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| Society, the population needs the skull and bones in your society
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| Don’t flow in the mainstream, I know that they lie to me
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| I feel the pain of musical flow, like each key note was ivory
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| Shed my fear I got, death here beside of me
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| Staring at him in his eyes, laughing as he cries to me
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| Went to console him and he stuck a fucking knife in me
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| Thrust it at 90 degrees, like he’s cutting corners violently
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| So agenda 21 and he’s gone when he tried to silence me
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| Unsuccessful attempt (unlucky), I held my vibrancy
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| Neither Hell of Heaven exists, this is the irony
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| On the flip side, I’m firing off the iron like the animal inside of me
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| I can breathe finally
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| Thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes
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| Dripping through the holes that are made by bro’s
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| Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold
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| Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told
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| I said
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| Illinformed, Fliptrix, High Focus |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thunder Clouds , by - IllinformedSong from the album Patterns of Escapism, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп