| As I walk the metropolis under sovereign auspices
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| I’m a dark-spitting arsonist with a closet of carcasses
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| I’ll be stalking your offices, beg your pardon for heartlessness
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| The unfortunate part of this is I’m just getting started, list
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| Twenty artists that’s marvelous, any genre regardless if
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| It’s an author, guitarist, r&b singer or novelist
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| Went to rich from impoverished so the obvious moral is
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| Since I started worked hardest and been exalted because of it
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| As I lay in my palace, kicking sick hateful analysis
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| Written pages of battle spit, palms laden with calluses
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| I’ll be slaying the blasphemous everyday with no absences
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| Changing phrases to calculus with the ways of an alchemist
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| Reaching deep in a sea of ‘em, speeches leak at a premium
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| Breeding and feeding ‘em in my cerebral endometrium
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| I speak to mediums that teach me of nature’s ingredients
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| Then drink the sweetness that discretely secretes from its thelium
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| I’m slow cooking and simmering, prepping them for dismemberment
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| Fifty pound Timberlands, you ever seen a sheet of paper hemorrhaging?
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| Sleeping in Narnia, dreaming I had insomnia
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| In a dorm in a storm, conjuring ominous formulas
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| When you try to get hostile quick, my responses are monstrous
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| And the blocks get rocketed out of pockets of consciousness
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| I break cosmic rules and laws, make prophets using bars
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| Make molecules dissolve and silence move through walls
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| Your attempts are commendable, my offense indefensible
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| Twist and flip you continual 'til you’re rendered expendable
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| I can still remember these bars with years of memory loss
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| Rip your extremities off then make you give me applause
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| I like to stare at civilians while preparing to kill them
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| The schizophrenic birthday clown scaring the children
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| Flashing simple dramatics that bend and rip through metallics
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| I’m more twisted and callus than maggots mixed in a salad
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| Reduce your weight into ounces and propagate my announcements
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| Indoctrinate a new sound that’ll knock you straight through a mountain
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| I’m foraging and exploring, orbiting in a DeLorean
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| Every morning waking you, playing my songs on an accordion
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| Hateful and slanderous, misbehaving and scandalous
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| Nauseating my handlers as I bathe in tarantulas
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| We kidnap material tyrants then make up theories and write ‘em
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| Pack master satchels I use to gather invisible items
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| My right hand’ll deface ya, my other hand is a razor
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| Communicate to the H 'til my mother’s standing in Asia
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| My escapades and endeavors shock and amaze you forever
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| Twenty days in the craziest weather, blending phrases together
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| I’m racing and spinning cars, no way you can win the war
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| I’m at a pagan seminar, chasing and slaying Minotaurs
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| I’m serving plates in my school 'til every nation is full
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| My verticality baffles the gravitational pull
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| I’m halting the replication of all dismal creations
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| Break the code of any language with hand signal translations
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| My impeccable stats got them checking for facts
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| I let bats enter and swim in your intestinal tract, I’m out
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| I’m Out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lightning Language , by - K Rino. Song from the album Lightning Language (The 4-Piece, No. 1), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп