Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Introspectrum, artist - The Dynospectrum. Date of issue: 12.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Introspectrum |
| Cool like, we’re shedding the blood on turntables |
| Flammable burn ankles, split a neck for rocking wood cables |
| Door knockers, some solid gold tables |
| Missing like Jimmy Hoffa in Bermuda Triangle |
| Triangular danger in the form of Mic angular |
| Try coastal strangla', wild niggas, I’m tamin' ya' |
| Namin' ya, claimin' ya spot, aggression |
| Aim it at your cranial piece, my weapon |
| Cock back, relax to ease back off a cliff, professional fall off, specialist, |
| world eclipse. |
| Now peep this |
| The tunnel vision’s narrowin' |
| Veins collapsed from Queens using heroin |
| Things I used to know, trippin' at clubs and hail blow |
| Real slow, non-meltin' snow, freeze frame, insane, this freak show |
| What the hell inside of ya? |
| Skinny as fuck, ridin' a bike, human spider, |
| limbs broke off. |
| Lookin' like sticks in campfires |
| Verbal Messiah, sire, outsider |
| Higher than last night’s fist fights, crack pipes |
| I’m chillin' on old sage with moves in sight |
| Lets bring your alter ego to a stand still-stand still |
| Land filled with faulty people keep the stride strong |
| Pride gone, the salt and evil kill the taste buds-taste buds |
| I make floods to halt the feeble paths of pythons |
| Icons that you elected don’t deserve it-deserve it |
| Services were rejected I’m not buyin it |
| I’m trying to grip your pretentious ways of civilized-civil lies |
| But shit if i’ma sweep the deck on your pirate ship |
| The advil with the brandy keep the thoughts deep-thoughts deep |
| Awake regulated but still I lost sleep |
| The empowerment is faulty cause the talk’s cheap-Talks cheap |
| Intrigued by the taste but what’ll it cost me |
| Got weak because you’re fear bit and held tight-held tight |
| Did for self, disregard someone else fight |
| Underestimated the supply, and the shelf life-shelf life |
| Left your whole shit alone. |
| It didn’t smell right |
| It felt right I assume that’s why you cling to- cling to |
| Ordinary motivates to make me bring you-bring you |
| Woundwart, Pat Juba, Seva, Gene Poole, Gene Poole |
| Woundwart, Pat Juba, Seva, Gene Poole, Gene Poole |