| When the fists fly your face is the landing strip
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| Rock your boat and your teeth will abandon ship
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| On sulphuric acid trips
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| Catch my drift and get dragged under the mid Atlantic ridge
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| Anti-philanthropist, antagonist
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| You rappers with no punches — clench your pacifists
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| RA anarchists
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| And if you don’t know the ropes then I’ll make sure you get the hang of it
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| Fuck SWAT defences
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| Re-spawn below my enemy, block the entrance and lock the exits
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| I’m not what God intended, non compos mentis
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| Blasphemous, to hell with the consequences
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| Ninja that channels chi
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| Jumping across rooftops spitting crow bars at Brandon Lee
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| Just after you battle me
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| You’ll hear 'Finish Him' before I execute the fatality
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| Man of no humanity
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| Show me the full moon and I’ll show you full proof of lycanthropy
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| Insanity
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| Hollowed out human heads hang from my haunted house on Halloween
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| Amputee
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| Write bars with disembodied hands and feet like thing from the Adams Family
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| Living catastrophe
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| Began to levitate as I disproved the existence of gravity
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| Assassinate presidential candidates
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| Have their heads impaled on my palace gates
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| Bathe in gamma rays
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| As a baby you played with rattles, I played with rattle snakes
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| I fire arms and hand grenades
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| Screaming faces are reflected in my metallic blade
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| Blood boils and evaporates
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| At rapid rates and comes crashing back as acid rain
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| My vocals shatter window panes
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| Inhale so hard the broken shards reconstruct in the frame
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| Shake hands and they disintegrate
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| Tattooed with asylum blueprints in case of prison breaks
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| I walked out the back door like Billy Hayes
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| Imitate the killings at camp Crystal Lake
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| Rebuilt Rome in a single day
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| Aim to eliminate all living trace of religious faith
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| In a fit of rage
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| I throw a discus with such force it won’t fall till the next Olympic Games
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| Pissing in the wind of change
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| Torture methods to my madness — I bring the pain
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| Breathe and stop
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| Take me with a pinch of salt and 100 litres of tequila shots
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| grab a gallon of cold blood
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| A packet of Pro Plus, back them and go nuts
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| Look but don’t touch
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| Throw punches with the strength of silverbacks — knock out your gold fronts
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| War machine
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| My voice don’t just stimulate ear drums it awakens dormant genes
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| Run towards the sea
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| Before we reach the shore the water forms as steam before our feet
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| I walk the streets
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| And free fall asleep from the tallest trees like autumn leaves
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| Sole survivor of a dead chain gang
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| Drag the other carcasses across a wasteland
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| Next level, make a change to game plan
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| My brain scan results are the same as the Rain Man’s
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| Psychotic compulsions and urges
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| Spit on your grave 'til the corpse floats to the surface
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| Realize what I wrote in my verses
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| So my existence negates the phrase 'nobody's perfect'
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| Yeah we back again, yeah we back again
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| Back to back again back to back — RA
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| Yeah we back again, yeah we back again
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| Back to back again back to back — RA |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Next Level , by - Rhyme Asylum. Song from the album Solitary Confinement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп