Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Releasing Hypnotical Gases , by - Organized Konfusion. Release date: 28.10.1991
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Releasing Hypnotical Gases , by - Organized Konfusion. Releasing Hypnotical Gases |
| As you look from whenceforth I come; |
| riding the wind |
| thus eliminating competition from bird’s-eye view, I’m |
| descending in helicopters -- in a village raid |
| Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade |
| I’m highly intoxicating your mind -- when I’m operating |
| on cell walls to membranes, cytoplasms to protoplasms |
| Disintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battle |
| I display a nuclear ray that’ll, destroy bone marrow in cattle |
| Thereby destroying the entire food supply |
| that’s crawling with AIDS, maggots, flies |
| It’s ironic, when a demonic, government |
| utilizes bionics and a six million dollar man to capture me Clever, however; |
| you could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram |
| Who’s determined to fight solely, to defend in wars a land of the holy |
| I threw I-raq/a-rock and I-ran/I-ran |
| cause I couldn’t stand anymore within the depths of the sand |
| So don’t ask me Hu-ssein/who-sane |
| cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain |
| {oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it nitrogen levels. |
| check it} |
| Twenty-thousand leagues down below, |
| minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees |
| Seize the info, gather the archaelogists |
| The aftermath needs to follow this cause it’s, deep |
| Equivalent to the esophagus, spreads to scientists |
| a.k.a. Optimus Prime -- time, television is, dead |
| on this issue and very much irrelevant to this intuition |
| de-leting any alias info and descriptive |
| Mortal calm, partition with infrared light, vision |
| precision, beams |
| Colors, reds, fuschias, lime-greens |
| Black, don’t you know my formulas form dope lyrics |
| uplift spirits and yo I hear it’s fatal |
| to walk the path of Konfusion, where it’s |
| torture some cherish, while most human-like beings perish |
| Subjected to death |
| Their bodies don’t agree with the hypnotical intellect |
| Poetical acid is burning up flesh |
| At the end of corridor do you see me sitting there |
| Johnny More Grotesque |
| Literature somewhat equivalent to concentrated sodium hyperchloride |
| Insight, foresight, more sight |
| The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight |
| You feel nauseous |
| Forever you will avoid my royal presence as I step into darkness |
| I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am The paradox I am, the equinox extending my hand |
| into dimensions to unlock new doorways |
| And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways |
| And so I play with rhythms, for something more than a mere game |
| enabling me to advance in wisdom |
| Words will exist like vampires |
| No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escape |
| with my sanity -- in 2010 every man will be subject to global warming, formless oval |
| Millions of locusts swarming |
| Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme |
| the intelligent one, utilizing the mind third vision |
| Surrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brain |
| The triggering mechanism from which I strike |
| sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound |
| which comes from below the magma, the granite, the ground |
| The surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashes |
| Your optics will not be able to detect |
| the deadly hypnotical gases |
| Damn it’s hard to breathe!!! |
| But if I got one breath left; |
| I’ll suck wind from the valley of death, here I come |
| from the slums of earth to center |
| I reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shell |
| Walkin through the doorways of Heaven -- or is this Hell? |
| {This is the hour, this is the new dawn! |
| This is the new day.} |
| As I step into the Thunderdome, with flows as the wind blows |
| Visualize the intros, releasing hypnotical gases |
| chemicals mixed, fixed, takin it to the sixth |
| round of poetical warfare; |
| energetically I walk with the flare |
| Rampaging like a rock-like figure |
| throughout the night’s atmosphere I swear |
| My wrist holds mind-trigger darkness can’t overshadow me cause of high rate of smashin you, then trashin you |
| after I’m bashin you, with my hammer |
| Whenceforth passed to me, by Odin |
| Occasionally my pro-file is low-key Gamma |
| Rays brainwashed to transforms me but I still withhold my hammer, to lift me up For God still is my upliftor |
| I use this knowledge just to crush the cluster of grifter |
| Night approaches so I proceed in flight |
| back to the Hall of Justice as I continue to disintegrate em Translating the codes in hypnotical language |
| then a Theta assault steppin up, frontin to be blunt |
| but I’m a radical creator of a poetical hypothetical |
| mathematical slay slur, punch that, stun that amazes and dazes |
| and phases the stranger, with pages of the lost chapters |
| Unfound factors |
| So I stretch like Reed Richards across the land |
| Continue with reading your e-quilibrium |
| with concepts that confuse ya, metabolism’s fallin off |
| Data consider oblivion |
| Now as I walk through the valley of death |
| ignorin the battle lashes and gashes and rashes |
| the atom smashes, cause I released the last hypnotical gases! |
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| Open Your Eyes | 1991 |
| Why | 1994 |
| 3-O-Clock ft. Organized Konfusion | 2013 |
| Maintain | 1994 |
| Audience Pleasers | 1991 |
| Walk Into The Sun | 1991 |
| Fudge Pudge | 1991 |
| Stress Remix | 1994 |
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| Keep It Koming | 1994 |
| 9xs Out of 10 | 1996 |
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