Rhyme Asylum - The Art of Raw lyrics
[Rhyme Asylum - The Art of Raw lyrics]
Got off to a flying start
Manoeuvring two hijacked jets into Isengard
Catch a lightning charge
And any sand that’s beneath my
Feet solidifies to glass i’m insane
My lion heart roars from behind the
Bars of my rib cage a formidable force
Got two souls and they fight for
Control of my physical form
Tighten the rope, commit suicide
And scare you to death from
The sight of my ghost
My right hand has a mind of it's own
At night I wake to find it
Holding knives to my throat
Fuck mics! All I need is one knife
To cut lives short, contract killer unsigned
Vampiric blood type
Make you throw up the knots in your
Stomach to leave you tongue tied
My sick life's worse than the worst death
I dashed a flick knife at the midwife
Before I took my first breath
Rising stars, burn the planet
'Til it turns to ashes
With a magnifying glass
Reverse down the righteous path
My saliva’s fundamental to tranquilizer darts
Flashbacks to a violent past
Last time I saw an eye sore
I sawed my eyes in half
Take drugs with no conscience
My pupils dilate
Like columbine killers with slow watches
The Christ corpse hangs up in my house
Free running without my feet
Touchin' the ground
Minotaur lost in the maze
So high when I throw us both off
A cliff we'll go opposite ways
Fuck physical harm
I’d psychologically rip you apart
But my rhymes'll probably split you in half
It’s my time in this, my time
My time, my time in this, we get raw
It’s my time to spit, my time
My time, my time to spit, we get raw
It’s my time in this, my time
My time, my time in this, we get raw
It’s my time to spit, my time
My time, my time to spit we get raw
If my name is put in a verse
You frame is put in a hearse and
Layed six foot in the dirt
Seven stars in my right hand
Highlander lifespan
Burn stacks of Mein Kampf
Psiklone and Possessed
Raise the bar ‘til every one we
Drop is over your head
Anvil style, broken your neck
You are wack mediocre at best – NEXT!
Under the streets, hunting for meat
I'll turn a blind eye into one that can see
Split identity crisis
I’m stepping in cyphers
With the breath control of adrenalin divers
On a path to supremacy
The universe expands into empty
Parts of my memory at the speed I’m movin'
Within several seconds I undergo
Eons of natural evolution
Manoeuvring two hijacked jets into Isengard
Catch a lightning charge
And any sand that’s beneath my
Feet solidifies to glass i’m insane
My lion heart roars from behind the
Bars of my rib cage a formidable force
Got two souls and they fight for
Control of my physical form
Tighten the rope, commit suicide
And scare you to death from
The sight of my ghost
My right hand has a mind of it's own
At night I wake to find it
Holding knives to my throat
Fuck mics! All I need is one knife
To cut lives short, contract killer unsigned
Vampiric blood type
Make you throw up the knots in your
Stomach to leave you tongue tied
My sick life's worse than the worst death
I dashed a flick knife at the midwife
Before I took my first breath
Rising stars, burn the planet
'Til it turns to ashes
With a magnifying glass
Reverse down the righteous path
My saliva’s fundamental to tranquilizer darts
Flashbacks to a violent past
Last time I saw an eye sore
I sawed my eyes in half
Take drugs with no conscience
My pupils dilate
Like columbine killers with slow watches
The Christ corpse hangs up in my house
Free running without my feet
Touchin' the ground
Minotaur lost in the maze
So high when I throw us both off
A cliff we'll go opposite ways
Fuck physical harm
I’d psychologically rip you apart
But my rhymes'll probably split you in half
It’s my time in this, my time
My time, my time in this, we get raw
It’s my time to spit, my time
My time, my time to spit, we get raw
It’s my time in this, my time
My time, my time in this, we get raw
It’s my time to spit, my time
My time, my time to spit we get raw
If my name is put in a verse
You frame is put in a hearse and
Layed six foot in the dirt
Seven stars in my right hand
Highlander lifespan
Burn stacks of Mein Kampf
Psiklone and Possessed
Raise the bar ‘til every one we
Drop is over your head
Anvil style, broken your neck
You are wack mediocre at best – NEXT!
Under the streets, hunting for meat
I'll turn a blind eye into one that can see
Split identity crisis
I’m stepping in cyphers
With the breath control of adrenalin divers
On a path to supremacy
The universe expands into empty
Parts of my memory at the speed I’m movin'
Within several seconds I undergo
Eons of natural evolution