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Welcome to my brain, where night is dayWhere life is plighted with a slight delayI dont play, I just work at it, lurk with addictsBeserk, it's madnessYou cant handle this Nanotechnology, odysseyThis is rap how it ought to beYou calling me out? I'm calling you inYou're late for your appointmentMy shit is soylent green, epicRhymes collected, beats is hecticSpend a lot on the septic, cuz I got the best shitPlus I'm epillectic, snap off your neckThis is where terror rests, show respectYou are rocking with the bestScratch n' sniff the spliff, if Ives on the mic,You know its a hitYou know its the shit,When the words be coming out your mouthTwo weeks later when you back at your houseAnd you're like, "Dude. Ives. The flow is incredible"Thanks man, I'm trying to stay off the oedipalMore than credible, scraping the surfaceHumans are animals in cages no purposeSo nervous, life is a circusAn act on a stage, careful how I word thisLetras de cancionesNas nilza pabiditOur Victory!Nas nilza pabiditOur Victory!Nas nilza pabiditOur Victory!Nas nilza pabiditOur Victory!Second verse even better than the firstEven better with the words from the ghettos to the burbsAmen, Ives wise like BrahminWord got out I ghost write for Paul BarmanWhoops, y'all now fucking with the realnessFeel this or die or a fatal illnessKill this and K live over the skillessThat pop pills and manage chump change with Bill QuickOh - I'm sorry, that's kinda sick of meYou throwing up peace signs?I'm doing "V" for VictoryFocus on the pain, the bloodbath beautifulChoked up mundane, trapped in a cubicleSick of my job, sick of my lifeSo i quit both, now I'm just sick on the micSickly precise - skashi cho ti hochish,Gavnom a zabotchin, ya visha, ya lochikNas nilza pabiditOur Victory!Nas nilza pabiditOur Victory!Nas nilza pabiditOur Victory!Nas nilza pabiditOur Victory!I got a flow that you got to rewind, I don't gotta be kindI'll just break your spine, now you got Egor's backPut him in the dungeon, and he'll die like thatAnd that's that (that's that) I don't gotta talk long,You move first and you move wrongYou see I mastered my breath like laserbeak,When he exits the chest (yeah!)Your soul will exit the flesh, and I'm here to cremate youUntil there's nothing leftYou should have just watched your step,Now your ankle's broke, and your leg got sweatYou could hate cuz my style's def,I kill with notes and bass clefsHe died such a sad death, and I ain't even bite his face yetI push wigs back with Gilette (uh-huh!), and all you had to do was watch my setIf Vast is on the mic, you know it's a hit, you know it's the shitYou know it's equipped, with cargo, weapons I borrowYou better aim good, or there's no tomorrowYou would be quiet, if you knew what I knowNas nilza pabiditOur Victory!Nas nilza pabiditOur Victory!Nas nilza pabiditOur Victory!Nas nilza pabiditOur Victory! From Letras Mania