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