Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Releasing Hypnotical Gases, artist - Organized Konfusion.
Date of issue: 28.10.1991
Song language: English
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! |