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I never stop spitting, why? That's for quitters Hence why I've always got new writtens HF roll to show, we're needing four figures Mad lyrics in a twist like knickers Envision blood, sweat and tears Then go and figure, start back tracking Way into the distance Mind rattling, incessant rambling The vines of the underworld My soul still tramples them quicker Catalyst for murder in the pantry by the vinegar Better mind appliances that tamper with the evidence Staring down a mother fucking barrel at my skeleton Knee deep in blood so don't ask about my wellingtons Or the whereabouts of my elephants Why you trying to take me down? Like the residents Sonic resonance, brain washed with EMF's Repeat after me, say I am legend No full stop, yet I still end the sentence I am free, no remorse just remembrance Of past lives, in dream fields Where the scarecrows reign is assembling HF's the emblem, elite I dismember them Leave light bodies trembling Hallucinogenic flash backs Now you're remembering You're more than just some atoms In a pattern that is excellent Painted vivid images as tears smear veneers I decorate exteriors Climbing up the wall and alining with the ethereal Matrix code with no serial, I scratched it off Like a car thief, with some doggy materials Just to make it real to you Just to make it real to you Thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes Dripping through the holes that are made by a rose Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told Thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes Dripping through the holes that are made by a rose Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told I might have joked around before but now I'm serious You got occults doing weird shit like drinking periods Masonic owl symbolism, Bohemian Grove realism Satanic worship, it's all imperialism, I don't feel this vision I feel to reveal the realness in every written, hid in elevation I stay cloaked when I'm spitting, full throttle Never in a pot hole slipping, in dodgy old Britain Keep it popping like pilling Not penicillin, playing fox trot villains Repeat after me, you are not what you own Don't let that fly over your head like the drones Nano particles dropping in your zone Don't beat around the bush like Bush He's in Skull and Bones society Depopulation leaves the skull and bones In your society, don't flow in the mainstream I know that they lie to me I feel the pain in musical flow Like each key note was ivory Shed my fear I got death here beside of me Staring at him in his eyes Laughing as he cries to me Went to console him Then he stuck a fucking knife in me Thrusted it 90 degrees, like he's cutting corners violently Saw Agenda 21 on his gun when he tried to silence me Unsuccessful attempt, unlucky, I held my vibrancy Neither hell or heaven exist this is the irony On the flip side I'm thriving of the island Like the animal inside of me, I can breathe finally Thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes Dripping through the holes that are made by a rose Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told Thunder clouds, rain falls to my toes Dripping through the holes that are made by a rose Grappling for pieces of the puzzle in the cold Yet I never wore a muzzle when the truth must be told
Writer(s): William Warden Leigh, Alexander Gerrard Whitehead Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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