Rhyme Asylum
Next Level
[Possessed & Psiklone]When the fists fly your face is the landing stripRock your boat and your teeth will abandon shipOn sulphuric acid tripsCatch my drift and get dragged under the mid Atlantic ridgeAnti-philanthropist, antagonist You rappers with no punches - clench your pacifistsRA anarchistsAnd if you don't know the ropes then I'll make sure you get the hang of itFuck SWAT defencesRe-spawn below my enemy, block the entrance and lock the exitsI'm not what God intended, non compos mentisBlasphemous, to hell with the consequencesNinja that channels chiJumping across rooftops spitting crow bars at Brandon LeeJust after you battle me You'll hear 'Finish Him' before I execute the fatalityMan of no humanityShow me the full moon and I'll show you full proof of lycanthropyInsanity Hollowed out human heads hang from my haunted house on HalloweenAmputee Write bars with disembodied hands and feet like thing from the Adams FamilyLiving catastropheBegan to levitate as I disproved the existence of gravityAssassinate presidential candidatesLetras de cancionesHave their heads impaled on my palace gatesBathe in gamma raysAs a baby you played with rattles, I played with rattle snakesI fire arms and hand grenadesScreaming faces are reflected in my metallic bladeBlood boils and evaporatesAt rapid rates and comes crashing back as acid rain[Possessed & Psiklone]My vocals shatter window panesInhale so hard the broken shards reconstruct in the frameShake hands and they disintegrateTattooed with asylum blueprints in case of prison breaksI walked out the back door like Billy HayesImitate the killings at camp Crystal LakeRebuilt Rome in a single dayAim to eliminate all living trace of religious faithIn a fit of rageI throw a discus with such force it won't fall till the next Olympic GamesPissing in the wind of changeTorture methods to my madness - I bring the painBreathe and stopTake me with a pinch of salt and 100 litres of tequila shots(Hold up) grab a gallon of cold blood A packet of Pro Plus, back them and go nutsLook but don't touchThrow punches with the strength of silverbacks - knock out your gold frontsWar machineMy voice don't just stimulate ear drums it awakens dormant genesRun towards the seaBefore we reach the shore the water forms as steam before our feet (Concrete jungle) I walk the streetsAnd free fall asleep from the tallest trees like autumn leavesSole survivor of a dead chain gangDrag the other carcasses across a wastelandNext level, make a change to game planMy brain scan results are the same as the Rain Man'sPsychotic compulsions and urgesSpit on your grave 'til the corpse floats to the surfaceRealize what I wrote in my versesSo my existence negates the phrase 'nobody's perfect'Yeah we back again, yeah we back againBack to back again back to back - RAYeah we back again, yeah we back againBack to back again back to back - RA
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