Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Fusion Centre, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song Greatest Features, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.06.2009
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
The Fusion Centre |
I isolate a regime that works twice the pace of your team |
these Jedi mind tricks are no dream |
Kill code receive you do not need to know what you need |
you will be uplinked to the feed |
The entrance to the cave is guarded by a statue of Saint Jermaine |
holding an oil lamp with a purple flame |
Shuffling down a dark corridor chasing the voice of the orator |
the light brightens more and more |
Your muscles tight and sore you fall to waist height then crawl |
as you are forced to recite bars from Ars Notoria |
What is the origin metaphoric euphoria lobotomize the audience rap music |
recruited those who refuse it will be uprooted then electrocuted |
then executed flesh is fluid physically it’s a stretch to do it |
you wake up cold wet and wounded playing my music |
The strong believe in me the weak try to weaken me they are not allowed to speak to me that easily |
The fans get neglected can’t get they favorite record |
they only get to hear what’s selected not requested |
They are wasting your time just think about that |
the reason you won’t think is the reason I won’t rap |
Wisely worded speech frame and technique and thermal heat |
bridges the verbal to the beat providing earth for your feet |
I rip granite the universe shaped like this planet |
nobody understand it when my spit is mismanaged |
Virtuoso Vivaldi Aliester Crowley with a baldy flow |
flawlessly cathedral halls applaud me Red 3 delta they call me in the red army armory talking softly walking |
calmly the officer saw me cursing at the bastard commy pass the salami |
Rhyming offbeat they poured me caffeine not coffee |
You’ll never hear nothing as evil |
as this I carry desert eagles into the cathedral and lick |
My people are sick your people unbelievably bitch |
in Mogadishu counting money inconceivably rich |
A feverish pitch I’ll hit you so you bleed where you piss |
I feel sorry for any rapper think he equal to 'Bis |
I see thru the mist I see you faggots weak in the wrist |
I ain’t rapping no more Pazienza speak with the fists |
I see the abyss but I ain’t going there no more |
I’m too old so I ain’t licking in the air no more |
Ayo 'bis who these motherfuckers that’s thinking it’s war |
in '88 the only white boy spitting it raw |
I kicked in the door I spoke on metaphysics in awe |
but they was too stupid to understand the vision involved |
I wish that we all had platinum that could christen the wall |
but I’m a ride for you regardless if its business involved |