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| Canibus For Whom The Beat Tolls 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 |
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