| Let me, just play with your mind
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| Intertwine your mind providing sight for the blind
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| Yeah I do things like freeze time
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| Figuring your every moves that is stuck between the line
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| Ilbril, was never gone I remember
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| Still spitting shit with the CHLD of NVMBR
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| Yeah so you cats better figure
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| How he disappear but his spirit still lingers
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| Flames, has been burning inside
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| Turning red to blue and it’s coming for the light
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| Night, that’s when is burning bright
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| Burning bright yeah, igniting the dark night
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| Come, he has for the mic
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| Just like a beast, he kills prey with a strike
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| Psykes, are his brothers on the mic
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| So please stay away cause you know we all bite
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| Yeah, so sit back and relax
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| As Psykes hack words like a jack with an axe
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| Yeah murder you with pitchforks in pitch darkness
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| Eyes of the storm make it rain and cause thunders
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| Verse 2 (Define)
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| Who be the one to rock the mic
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| It’s Define from Psykelecticz
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| Injecting rhymes into your veins like a subutex addict
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| After effects so critical that’s when you start to panic |
| And that’s the main symptom of a potential XS’phobic
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| I’m erotic, more filthy than pornography
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| My element’s complicated than the average chemistry
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| Psychologically torture, no physical ability
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| Eliminate you cancer cells like I’m chemotherapy
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| I mess up you nervous system, the form of neurology
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| Suicide bomber, I’ll explode, killing fake lyricist
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| I got a beard, now you can call me the terrorist
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| Who’s gonna murder all you swagger rapper wannabes
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| Annihilate you, turn you to fictional fables
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| Cause swag won’t pay the bills and put food on the table
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| This ain’t no club banger but it’s still blazing hot
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| I may be the alumni but I’m still marking your spot son
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| Verse 3 (Young)
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| I am notorious, I rhyme glorious
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| I am Young, the spark of an apocalypse
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| Inflict heavy gashes
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| I leave scars that won’t heal even if time lapses
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| I’m flawless, study how I breeze through
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| You can’t define my substance, your style is see through
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| You stand incompetent to the mics that I wreck
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| Your existence is sillier than the war in Iraq |
| I am not rhyming, I’m simply connecting time
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| Realise I’m making you listen to my every line
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| So I, path a pathway of poison
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| Intoxicate everything that you claim to be poised on
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| Setting fire traps, I’m surrounded by energy
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| I be the reason for the wreck in your psychology
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| I keep my vision clear and watch from the stars
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| Your pen be your sword, but the blades too blunt to leave scars, what |