| In the deepest recesses
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| Underneath the abscesses
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| Somewhere between adolescence
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| And a pending death sentence
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| I can sense a re-emergence of music’s hardest occurrence
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| Most potent at its purest
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| No placebos for the people
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| This solution’s indivisible and unequivocal
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| To any feeble vocal previously heard
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| I don’t merely speak words
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| I’m conveying ideas
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| Sound waves paint a picture like a retina’s in your ears
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| Synesthesia’s in effect
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| Synthesizers in your neck
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| 808s break breast plates
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| Medics on deck
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| So there’s still no need to panic
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| Even when I’m feeling manic
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| Frantic energy is cracking granite throughout the vicinity
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| The instant the LED’s flash for the guaranteed cash
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| Every predecessor’s burned and returned back to ash
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| And the space that they previously took up
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| I occupied and shook up
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| And now they see my shoes when they look up
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| From the lowest vantage point
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| My advantage
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| Match point
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| Next serve
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| It’s an ace
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| Put the trophy in the case
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| While you’re at it crank the bass up on this racket
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| Vibration for the sedentary could be problematic
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| ‘Cuz once the speakers active instant movement’s automatic
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| My enemy’s combative ‘cuz their energy is static
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| In other words motionless
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| At rest
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| And idle
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| Patrons at their recital simply stand
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| Clearly they don’t give a damn
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| On the other hand
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| What I understand
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| Is a beat
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| And the complimentary components that make it complete
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| Make the vocals ride
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| Like they’re tied to the driver’s seat
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| And make sure that when you speak
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| It’s nothing but pure heat
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| That’s my current checklist with each box X’d off
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| While the next (is) too soft at his peak to compete
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| With shit I consider weak
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| But it’s not my place to judge
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| I’m just here to speak my mind
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| Several minutes at a time
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| Over music I’ve designed
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| Under-rated undefined
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| Hardcore like a crime with triple digit jail time
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| Confined in solitary with restraints
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| And sharp like a shank through the skin of your kin
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| This is real hardcore |