| I isolate a regime that works twice the pace of your team
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| these Jedi mind tricks are no dream
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| Kill code receive you do not need to know what you need
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| you will be uplinked to the feed
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| The entrance to the cave is guarded by a statue of Saint Jermaine
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| holding an oil lamp with a purple flame
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| Shuffling down a dark corridor chasing the voice of the orator
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| the light brightens more and more
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| Your muscles tight and sore you fall to waist height then crawl
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| as you are forced to recite bars from Ars Notoria
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| What is the origin metaphoric euphoria lobotomize the audience rap music
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| recruited those who refuse it will be uprooted then electrocuted
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| then executed flesh is fluid physically it’s a stretch to do it
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| you wake up cold wet and wounded playing my music
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| The strong believe in me the weak try to weaken me they are not allowed to speak to me that easily
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| The fans get neglected can’t get they favorite record
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| they only get to hear what’s selected not requested
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| They are wasting your time just think about that
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| the reason you won’t think is the reason I won’t rap
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| Wisely worded speech frame and technique and thermal heat
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| bridges the verbal to the beat providing earth for your feet
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| I rip granite the universe shaped like this planet
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| nobody understand it when my spit is mismanaged
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| Virtuoso Vivaldi Aliester Crowley with a baldy flow
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| flawlessly cathedral halls applaud me Red 3 delta they call me in the red army armory talking softly walking
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| calmly the officer saw me cursing at the bastard commy pass the salami
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| Rhyming offbeat they poured me caffeine not coffee
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| You’ll never hear nothing as evil
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| as this I carry desert eagles into the cathedral and lick
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| My people are sick your people unbelievably bitch
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| in Mogadishu counting money inconceivably rich
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| A feverish pitch I’ll hit you so you bleed where you piss
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| I feel sorry for any rapper think he equal to 'Bis
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| I see thru the mist I see you faggots weak in the wrist
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| I ain’t rapping no more Pazienza speak with the fists
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| I see the abyss but I ain’t going there no more
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| I’m too old so I ain’t licking in the air no more
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| Ayo 'bis who these motherfuckers that’s thinking it’s war
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| in '88 the only white boy spitting it raw
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| I kicked in the door I spoke on metaphysics in awe
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| but they was too stupid to understand the vision involved
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| I wish that we all had platinum that could christen the wall
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| but I’m a ride for you regardless if its business involved |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Fusion Centre , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album Greatest Features, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп