| The sound sinister
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| Administer ways to set the world ablaze
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| Tracks flamed
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| Untamed bass raps unchained
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| Overseer saw the skies turn grey
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| Doomsday tidal waves from the US to the UK
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| Back against the wall
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| I stand tall
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| Face the grim
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| Blow decibels way past known levels
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| My method of madness is this
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| Sadness, gladness
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| All emotions evoked
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| Thoughts provoked
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| Beats come cloaked and daggered
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| Torn and tattered
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| Sleep the dreams
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| Dreams get shattered
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| Witness sound transformed to matter
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| Bone, flesh and plasma
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| Bone, flesh and plasma
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| It’s ironic
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| Beats! |
| Bass!
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| Bass raps unchained
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| Overseer saw the skies turn grey
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| Doomsday tidal waves
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| Attack tracks rap phantasm
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| Kicks and snares hit
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| Inflict back spasms
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| Necks cracked detached from spines
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| Vertebraes and backs
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| I paint with language
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| Place my verse on canvass
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| Sip the spirits
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| Lyrics cause wayward shifts to crash like the sirens
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| I stalk concrete jungles and prides like lions
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| Standing top Mount Zion
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| Trying to reach heaven without dying
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| I’m riding sound waves like Poseidon
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| I clutch tight the trident
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| Bugles blare announcing his arrival
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| Overseer, overseeing
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| Carpe diem seize the day
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| Drum track echos twenty thousand leagues away
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| I fly Concorde cross Atlantic
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| Beats, bass chords cause panic
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| Horns forewarn the swarm
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| Melodies freeze planets
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| Hemispheres severed
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| Seas, trees shattered
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| Birds, bees scattered
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| Earth knocked off its axis
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| Forty-five degree slanted
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| Arcane old spells
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| Wizardry repels
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| Lock, stock two barrels and a handful of shells
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| Rebellions quelled
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| Oceans swell
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| Thoughts prevail
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| Heaven or Hell
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| Bass raps unchained
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| Overseer saw the skies turn grey
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| Doomsday tidal waves |