| Run, run, run, run
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| Run, run, run, run…
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| As fast as you can
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| Fuck flame-throwers I throw flames from the napalm of my hand
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| Don’t theorize I practise what I preach
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| Bite the bullet as I catch ‘em in my teeth
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| Intellectually God-like
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| Second you step in my shadow, you developing frost-bite
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| Head of a lost tribe, collect cyclops eyes
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| Not right I haven’t entered your top five (What the fuck)
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| Rub Lot’s wife in the wound
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| Loose cannon, diss me you lighting the fuse
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| As the bride and the groom tie the knot
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| Wrap the rope round their throat and then tighten the noose
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| There’s no appeasing my hunger
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| Prometheus stole fire from Zeus I’m stealing his thunder
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| If you can’t join ‘em beat ‘em
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| From out this mouth of madness comes the voice of reason
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| Who Goes There?
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| It’s Possessed and I rep to the death of the underground
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| Who Goes There?
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| It’s Psiklone and I rep for the best in the underground
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| Who Goes There?
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| It’s Skirmish and I rep for the heads in the underground
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| Who Goes There?
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| It’s RA, RA, RA, RA, RA,
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| Coming for blood no need ducking your punch
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| Cos I’ll catch your thrown fist and crush your knuckles to dust
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| Fucking with us you get impaled on a hook
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| Got no leg to stand on, you shot yourself in the foot
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| I’m mentally sick in the mind
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| Tell the judge it ain’t me they just keep running into the knife
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| A hired hit man scoping you
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| With infa-red laser beams, lock load and shoot
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| A secret society of a chosen few
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| With home-made explosives in soles of shoes
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| Scratching the flesh off of the back of my heads
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| Where I want the barcode removed
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| The lost twin of the son of Jor-El
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| Bullets from loaded pistols couldn’t puncture my shell
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| Nor exploding missiles never drew blood from myself
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| RA put you under a spell
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| I’m the genesis of metaphysics
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| Never weak, I created god in less than 7 minutes
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| RA stretch the limit
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| Doctors are still counting my IQ’s never ending digits
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| from barrels of gun smoke
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| My poison pen’s ink is the blood of Marilyn Monroe
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| License to drive you insane
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| Never lost my voice, but sometimes it tries to escape
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| Soul Reaver without a heart
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| Premature, tore myself from the womb at spat out thousand bars
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| Balthazar’s demonic counterpart
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| Blowing marble temples down like a house of cards
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| Bring your reinforcements
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| A mind so great I’m trapped in this body like Steven Hawking
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| Drawn by evil forces
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| I’ve been to hell and back… and then collapsed from heat exhaustion |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Goes There , by - Rhyme Asylum. Song from the album Solitary Confinement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп