| Got off to a flying start
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| Manoeuvring two hijacked jets into Isengard
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| Catch a lightning charge
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| And any sand that’s beneath my feet solidifies to glass
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| I’m insane
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| My lion heart roars from behind the bars of my rib cage
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| A formidable force
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| Got two souls and they fight for control of my physical form
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| Tighten the rope
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| Commit suicide and scare you to death from the sight of my ghost
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| My right hand has a mind of its own
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| At night I wake to find it holding knives to my throat
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| Fuck mics all I need is one knife
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| To cut lives short, contract killer — unsigned
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| Vampiric blood type
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| Make you throw up the knots in your stomach to leave you tongue tied
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| My sick life’s worse than worst death
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| Dashed a flick knife at the midwife before I took my first breath
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| Rising stars
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| Burn the planet till it turns to ashes with a magnifying glass
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| Reverse down the righteous path
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| My saliva’s fundamental to tranquilizer darts
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| Flashbacks to a violent past
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| Last time I saw and eye sore I sawed my eyes in half
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| Take drugs with no conscience
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| Pupils dilate like columbine killers with slow watches
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| The Christ corpse hangs up in my house
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| Free running without my feet touching the ground
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| Minotaur lost in the maze
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| So high when I throw us both off a cliff we’ll go opposite ways
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| Fuck physical harm
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| I’d psychologically rip you apart but my rhymes’ll probably split you in half
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| It’s my time in this, my time
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| My time my time in this, we get raw
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| It’s my time to spit, my time
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| My time my time to spit we get raw
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| It’s my time in this, my time
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| My time my time in this, we get raw
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| It’s my time to spit, my time
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| My time my time to spit we get raw
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| If my name is put in a verse
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| You frame is put in a hearse and layed six foot in the dirt (Word)
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| Seven stars in my right hand
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| Highlander lifespan, burn stacks of Mein Kampf
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| Psiklone and Possessed
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| Raise the bar 'till every one we drop is over your head
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| Annville style, broken your neck
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| You are wack mediocre at best — NEXT!
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| Under the streets, hunting for meat
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| I’ll turn a blind eye, into one that can see
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| Split identity crisis
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| I’m stepping in cyphers with the breath control of adrenalin divers
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| On a path to supremacy
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| The universe expands into empty parts of my memory
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| At the speed I’m moving
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| Within several seconds I undergo eons of natural evolution |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Art of Raw , by - Rhyme Asylum. Song from the album Solitary Confinement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп