Beat: The Outer Limits - DJ Rhum'1

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Lyrics:

Fubar:

you can't touch what I'm managing to write
it's like taking 20 tabs of acid at a time
if you're holding a mic you better pass it to the side
the moment my hand touches it, planets will align
airborne virus, mentally I'm toxic
spit 16's with the intensity of Onyx
metaphorical bars, heavily symbolic
they can't understand the complexity of topics
I don't need any weaponry, I promise
only thing I use is telepathy for conflicts
twist thoughts, leaving enemies unconscious
spit 'til they're no longer mentally responsive
shooter with six bullets, your future is grim
accurate from a mile, during a lunar eclipse
break windows in order to intrude in your crib
with a bat ready to smash your computer to bits
humor is sick, lacerate then suture the skin
I kill beats no matter which producer it is
humor is sick, I lacerate then suture the skin
kill beats no matter which producer it is..


Chrismoke:
making up a point system to score my own life in my head
im always ahead no extra lives one mistake and youre dead
no bonus time the onus lies in breaking records no wasted time
im on a speedrun to the grave no way out always moving
the days doubt combined in a blaze of shouts,
the most basic strategy is usually the right one,
turtle in the corner and punish every bad action against you
now you might go mental if the fight dont dead you
get your mettle dented repented ya better dead it regret it
dont second guess it regressing to extra sentences
pent up aggressive energies disguised as suicidal tendencies
dead since i was 17 caught in a selfish scheme my own selfish dream
i settled then for undeath its better than dreaming too big
lose it all in a breath
the buddha smoking buddha nothing yet but i heard hes heavensent
the real mendicant a life of service made of praise and lack of purpose
disguised as worthwhile when its worthless
spiritual surface dwellers seem deader
destined to make better leaders and teachers when given power and riches
the truth seeks us, to those in power we beseech,
see it hurts and it burns like hollow promises, corruption always follows
to lead a good life is to steal echos from the night
the terrible purpose of the hell bound mind control
wrath of the fallen
this contest for the swell hoard the spellbound sellsword
a testament to better thans
the truth of the matter is anyone you willingly give power to
tends to become your master, takes advantage, betrayed trust
and then all at once you get abandoned
so stand up