| The weaponised mind
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| What’s the fuss? |
| What’s the fuss?
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| Mic killers
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| Yo, write these to give slight ease
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| Check
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| Look, our team is focused
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| It seems you noticed, your taking notes like you need diplomas
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| Beat these posers, then we stick 'em up like their just sheets and posters
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| My words are my weapons, I sharpen my sword as the beast approaches
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| I’ve seen the meanest soldiers turn out as a feast for vultures
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| Vulcan grip on your mind so you peep my notion
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| The deepest ocean couldn’t quench this heat I’m loading
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| I reload my cartridge then I aim these metaphors right at your cartilage
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| I know the method’s strange I’m letting letters spray
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| You sprain your ankle tryna get away bredrin like when berettas wave
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| And with no metal aims I hit your mental frame with these similes
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| Similar to a trigger squeeze, let that resonate
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| Just let it resonate, as soon as I select a page I’m hitting everything in my
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| selective range
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| But I don’t need to engage with a 20 gauge
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| I leave my lyrics ingrained in you your people’s brains
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| It’s plain, it’s plain, I leave my lyrics ingrained in your people’s brains
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| My mind is the weapon
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| My mind is the weapon
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| My mind is the weapon
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| My mind is the weapon
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| My thoughts are redefined as I unwind and find some time to read between the
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| lines
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| I’m spinning all this truth, you see my ride
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| I’m deadly with the verse I kill the beat and then repeat the crime,
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| so be advised
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| Seems you’ve realised that we’re feasting on fake MCs like eating rice
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| And they ain’t ready 'cos my team is prime
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| Feeble guys, why they always feeding lies and see disguised
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| I always see right through it like I see the skies
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| An elevation’s what I seek to find
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| I let my words go like a missile when I release my lines
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| My flow’s nasty, you can see the grime (grime)
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| I leave behind the fear and doubt and then proceed to grind
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| Choose to remove that blindfold and then you’ll see the signs
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| Overseas we glide, this won’t be denied
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| Because I’m at war but I’ve got peace of mind
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| (This won’t be denied, 'cos I’m at war but I’ve got peace of mind)
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| Yo these flows run for Niles
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| No barracuda buying, naturally endowed
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| Tell a pack of lies and that will naturally lead to to doubt
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| You practically drown in too deep, someone throw in the towel
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| My Dad bought a beamer back in '96 but by the time I get the ride I hope my
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| drive will never drift
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| As exciting as it is I break the brakes and never stay held a prisoner of my
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| own mind, trapped in these brain cells
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| They keep me caged well, the cade wells, they stay well
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| Say we’re on the same page but your papers remain shelved
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| 'Cos people always fishing for the same tales
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| But I’ma shake things up so I never got the same scales
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| Hold anaesthetics for pandemic diseases
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| Supply believers visas flying overseas for treatment
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| You’re seeing in us what’s seen in the media and wikipedia can’t do me justice,
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| highlighting all my achievements
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| Unleash my range with these arrangements
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| Ranging from 40 to 60 miles per hour with these pages, pay no attention to
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| strangers
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| We dangerous with the flows and all the prose actually cause abrasions
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| You see we blazing, fill this in your marrow and your platelets
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| We poking pògan faces 'til their bones on take it
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| Broke the code, provoke your scope exposing what you’ve know to hold it sacred
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| (hold it sacred) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Mind Is The Weapon (Topic 1) , by - Hawk House. Song from the album A Handshake To The Brain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп