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GRAV

Sick Thoughts

  hip-hop  rap  chicago  hardcore
339 3 часа назад

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Intro (dialog):Aiiyo GRAV, shiiitAiiyo GRAV man; Aiiyo who`s laughing man?!Aiiyo get up nigga man it`s time to go do this shit beeAiiyo GRAV, Aiiyo GRAV wake up manAiiyo GRAV bee, wake up niggaYo! GRAV what the fuck is goin` on man?!What the fuck man?! Why is this nigga shakin` like that?!Aiiyo wassup with this nigga`s eyes yo!Aiiyo somethin` wrong with GRAV yo!Aiiyo! *intelligible dialog* GRAV niggaYo! This nigga`s shakin` yo!Yo! GRAV! What the fuck bee?!Wake the fuck up nigga!Aiiyo! somethin` wrong with GRAV!Somethin` wrong with GRAV!Verse One:Now often goes me like yo! here goesThat ox again sucking up all the oxygen from EarthGivin` birth to phat styles so hide when I release my carbon dioxideDetrimental to your health, tonic makes flesh bubble and boilFools quote in coilsSo now they`re strong on a power that`s godLay in hardly any other can fathomWatch me gather `em upIn my congregation they`ll be no hesitationIn my nation`s reservationThat means I begin the mutating of a lyrical terrorAll wack shit will get severedBrain cells be in the process of amputationAll cerebral penetration must ceaseI release a form of verbal death that by farWill leave your whole mental scaredChorus:Sick thoughts on my mind x 7With no self controlVerse Two:I have tendencies to make wack MCs` backbones break, bendAs my rap style ascendsWe can rip limb from limbBody parts get severed from my lyrical endeavorsWe ain`t all in this togetherBecause self-made get to top mountain peaksWhile all you others stay weakSee it`s survival of the fittestSo I rid dis fan of every hip-hop coal who ain`t realWhen punks try to get rid of meThe result is molecular instabilityThe outcome from a vet verses moleculeDisperse the atoms split from adoptionSo now capture my dreams and jack me in the veinsLet me enter your blood streamKid I watch your head swellAs the game gets hard and I bombard your brain cellsSee my prediction of the mental constrictionIs the restriction of train of thought have you in your corpseIn the fact that this is real --You say virtual reality so kid why would you battle me?See I`m the only crowd pleaserYour skull will finally bust and you`ll catch amnesiaFriends and family you won`t be rememberingI leave you comatose tremblingBridge:Aiiyo this nigga ain`t gettin` up manMan, Yo! GRAV get up!Sick thoughts on my mindWhat the fuck?! Stop playin` man, yo!Fuck that shit man!Quit pla- man fuck it get this nigga`s wallet thenSick thoughts on my mind x 2Psychology and Chemistry is my claim to fameMixing lyrical concoctions for the brainThrough aural intake metamorphosis startsVeins steadily pump poison through my heartCheck my cardiological expandForming to be on top of then mortal manMy skin transforms into flammable gasesEverything I touch disintegrates into ashesSo surpass this, lyrical mics that melt in handsBurning more niggaz glass jaws back to sandScorch in the gorge of the EarthAgriculture from these fake vulture niggaz tryin` to feed of the landDeath by cremation to those who reprimand meAxing out clear rouge styles that`s uncannyThey`re scared, when ever I walk the streetsMy feet leave red burnt marks on concreteSick thoughts on my mind Get up GRAV manYo! GRAV get up manAiiyo GRAV.......Ooh shit!Yo! what the fuck is wrong with you man?

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