Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Mic Surgery, artist - Rhyme Asylum. Album song Solitary Confinement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.03.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Open Mic Surgery |
Lock your doors I’m rotten to the horror core |
Valkyries clean up after my dogs of war |
Won’t be pigeon-holed I’m a bird of prey |
Put me a category I’ll put you in a early grave |
Lucifer reject |
Shoulders are stumps from where I used to have three heads |
(Possessed) there can only be one |
Before my soul reach hell, scatter my ashes over the sun |
Not holding my tongue, I say what I feel |
I’m the hand that rocks the cradle of filth |
I don’t wanna live life |
The suicidal sword swallower, slitting my throat from the inside |
Open my windpipe |
Corpses rise from the grave when my names spoken at midnight |
Inflict indescribable pain |
Don’t drink drive, drink Strychnine and pilot a plane |
Down for survival, left at the ‘Hour of Reprisal' |
My verse coerce worse than the power of the Bible |
The game changed I stay raw |
Spitting chainsaws configuring bars like I’m rigging Claymores |
We ain’t singing or dancing |
Kids in my camp is a fam more satanic than Manson |
American, my partner in Canada lampin' |
Watch your eye contact or get slammed with the hammer for glancing |
The Last be a savage beast |
Any rapper in the path of me is actually a casualty |
Have pity for cats that have to battle me |
Cause catastrophe, naturally never will my disaster cease |
I dispatch beef Frank Castley |
Ninety nine and a half percent of rap is ass to me |
Psiklone Possessed Skirmish & Billy Idol |
Plus Last conceal rifles spill ya vitals |
I keep my eyes peeled with hunting knives |
My voice alone provokes stone gargoyles to come to life |
Gave nightmares spitting Lucifer lullabies |
Tried a hundred times but can’t seem to fucking die |
Run and hide |
When disaster strikes, the whole worlds looking at me like Busta Rhymes |
Turn the London eye colour blind |
Muscles thrive off natural steroids in my blood supply |
Psiklone a sick psycho |
Drink and spit nitro and sprint so quick I switch time zones |
Bury my landlords under the floor |
When lightning strikes I hit back with double the force |
Death sentences riddled with wise words |
Like the titanic you’ve only touched the tip of the ice berg |
Grab minotaurs by the horns |
I’m a higher force and I learnt to fly before I could walk |
Break your bones with built in brass knuckles |
N.O.S cylinders inside my legs as calf muscles |
Sprint against an avalanche |
Souls expire, exposed to the smokeless fire of this dragon’s wrath |
Tarot cards, dealt death in every pack |
Thought in my mind racing completing memory lapse |
Would suffocate to death if I swallowed my pride |
My heart attacks in battles between body and mind |
The earth rumbles and quakes at my coming of age |
An appetite for destruction stepping up to the plate |
(My) Skins senseless to cigarette burns |
Coz I’m charged on an overdose of Nilapat herbs |
In the midst of war holding my severed head by the hair |
I’m never level headed, an unbalanced mind |
That sent my pulsating heart and dead roses to my valentine |
A cannibalistic orgy of words born to torture the earth |
Thought’s are berserk, lost in the verse |
Cauldron’s will burst the bubble |
Cursed for trouble, danger, misfortune |
My words resemble the strangeness of Chris Walken |
We just talking, conversations with God |
Shout at the devil thousands of rebel martyrs assemble |
Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it |
Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic |
Better yet catch me with Snoop drinking Tanqueray |
Listening to Cuban Linx 2 in the lab with Rae |
«The Hour of Reprisal» gave me cash and fame |
Next stop homie — you’ll catch me in the lab with Dre |
I had Premo on my album; |
had Muggs on my album |
Had models from Brazil chopping up drugs on my album |
This is Ill Billy Crystal, the kid with the frown |
Spitting it loud get outta my way I’ma piss in the crowd |