| Blakrok’s that razor-sharp diamond that cuts down the hardest
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| And throw words like ninja stars and shatter the target
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| Warrior mystic ballistic with the shape-shift tactics
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| Master the matrix like magicians pulling hat-tricks
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| Watch me go ape-shit on monkey-ass rap fanatics
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| And expose my soul’s character as a war-mongering addict
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| That rose from misquoted paragraphs and faded photographs
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| And carry a battleaxe inside the anorak
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| And the slightest provocation will get these arms swinging
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| And separate the body and spirit thru blood spilling
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| Blind assassin like Father Time with an aversion to light
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| I’m consumed by the dark side of life
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| And wield power over strife energised like chakra threads
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| Blak Widow spinning tales heads caught in a web
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| The art of war’s like facing ghosts on haunted nights
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| Just don’t give yourself away like illiterate hands on dotted lines
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| Rather…
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| Call me to service, call me to service
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| Cause life is a journey and the point’s to find your purpose
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| Call me to service, entire universes waiting to exhale
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| If you’ll just look beneath the surface
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| Call me to service, call me to service
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| Cause life is a journey and the point’s to find your purpose
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| Call me to service entire universes waiting to exhale
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| If you’ll just look beneath the surface
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| The fighter stays strapped not with gats and bats
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| But with a swiftness of the mental to deflect any attack
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| From the seed of its intent chaotic characteristics
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| Caricatures of the sombre I create while others mimic
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| The beauty of destruction with Yugen notion’s intrinsic
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| My scripts are whimsical spells spelt out in a wishlist
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| The life provider, the soul survivor
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| Keeps eyes on the road ignoring backseat drivers
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| That wanna sever this bond on which I depend
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| See me meditating thinking that it’s time that I spend
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| Making the rules of this reality bend just a little bit
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| The thought pattern’s formless you just can’t figure it
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| When black clouds gather can’t see the silver lining
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| But I’m the type to ride a bolt of lightning and survive it
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| Shouting in spirit like the rhymes I write are riots
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| Expressing gratitude in hidden prayers to The Highest
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| Just.
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| Call me to service, call me to service
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| Cause life is a journey and the point’s to find your purpose
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| Call me to service, entire universes waiting to exhale
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| If you’ll just look beneath the surface
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| Call me to service, call me to service
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| Cause life is a journey and the point’s to find your purpose
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| Call me to service entire universes waiting to exhale
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| If you’ll just look beneath the surface |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swirl of the Dervish , by - Yugen Blakrok. Song from the album Return of the Astro - Goth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп