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