| Do you feel it? |
| Do you feel it?
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| I don’t think you wanna leave
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| In a slowmo spasm my poetic solo has 'em
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| So unravelled it’ll cast 'em past Cro-Magnon back to a protoplasm
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| Before he holds the notes I pass him, he’d rather go to sleep
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| In a haunted open chasm and gladly let the ghost harass him
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| Callously, tearing up these babblers and then I slap
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| The dead rapper cause he refused to give me dap afterwards
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| I check and wreck actors in spectacular fashion
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| I’m the next chapter of adamant neck-cracking assassins
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| The man who shows you examples of ample mic controlling
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| Slick handles while standing underwater holding a lit candle
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| The tracks I make many don’t advocate, they navigate
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| Fast through the air and space at full capacitated travel rates
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| They numerate too rapid to calculate, my massive accolades
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| Smack your face and leave gashes just like a sack of blades
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| Rappers fabricate and exaggerate, to challenge my talent
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| Was their mistake so I abrogate and dilapidate
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| Classes paid to see how I shatter fakes, I’m booked to assassinate through the
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| day so you might have to wait till after 8
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| Blessed with higher level intelligence, swing the mic like it’s a
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| Crescent wrench and leave not a spot of detected evidence
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| Assume I’ll take your head soon, so smooth when you asleep I built a train
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| track that runs through your bedroom
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| Musical flesh wounds infect tombs
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| I love to contest goons, I keep monsoons hid in my guest room
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| Harpoon beats on each wall up in the room speaks
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| I sneak kabooms under sheets in honeymoon suites
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| The complete setted scene of heresy
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| Cleverly I speak a melody and infants within 3 seconds be elderly
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| If MCs wanna travel in the right direction
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| Follow the light reflections casted at midnight by my mic collection
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| You can’t escape from the hell I make
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| I detonate and leave an entire galaxy roped off in yellow tape
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| I’ll demonstrate the ones that I make
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| No need to rap an hour straight, my 16s equate to 108s
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| Many spit rhymes at a dominant rate
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| But assuming the length of it makes it great is a common mistake
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| So refrain and maintain your proper lane, you and I are not the same
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| I got an invisible force field that blocks the rain
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| Removed his veins when the music came, I don’t drink
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| Through the main orifice, I hold water bottles up to my brain
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| They read what the final score said, the EMTs found the beast dead with my mark
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| carved on his forehead
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| In my REM state my alpha waves disseminate
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| Creating movement powerful enough to blow the wind away
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| Cylindrical neck aggressively read sermons
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| I’m looking over my shoulders without my head turning
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| His beat down was incomplete now, the referee found
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| After checking the film I didn’t have both of my feet down
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| Beyond the subatomic neutron, upon my birth I was only a crumb
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| And out it the rest of my body grew from
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| But after that I changed how that was set
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| Experiments with new travel jets led to my conception before my parents met
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| Can’t conceivably imagine matching equally
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| I’ll argue and fight with you even when you agree with me
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| I’m tuned to all intimate sounds, so when these lines knock you down,
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| I’ll hear you hit the ground from way outta town, fool |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Creative Expression , by - K Rino. Song from the album Deprogrammed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп