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Cut Chemist - Storm

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--INTRO--
We gonna have sex or what
It's crazy in here
We take you now to the satellite
You want action
STORM the studio
--EDAN--
Cr-rush, kill, mutilate, spill
Blood, thud, the limb body is a thug
Flood scarlet, protoplasmic cells, flow, slow
With no halo draggin' to hell
Stay low key, praise Elohim's melodies
That play through cello strings
L-O-G, I see radio's through the M-I-C
When I speak to ya
Then I cease, when I leave, through the exit
The question is can I be smoother
Choose your maneuver to Buddha
Be beautiful sooner
First get in tune with the Uni-versatility
Add activity, E-League captivity, energy through seafood
Gotta be the prelude to what we do kid
My blueprint makes you rent tuxedo's
Taggin' & raggin' & baggin' & zig-zaggin'
And back in the diagonal plush of bun b-lo
Trust me though, you fuckin' with the lux regal
What muck beagle can clutch the untouched eagle
See you at the summit, you plummet more
While I soar through the unexplored torrid
Where the sun gets warm
Paranorm', I perform through a storm
My radioactive uniform leaves you deformed
Unify man, woman and little guy
Visualize lack of design, rhymes that symbolize
Rhymes that intertwine with timelines for 99 lifetimes
That unwind to finalize the minds of mankind to shine
Divine stimuli
Simulate the template of the best made verse
Then you wait to emulate words
Don't denigrate the trade, regain birth
The unification of race's that first was clashin'
Oppression in murderous fashion
Breed new plants, virtuous craftsmen
The cities in the sand, you see 'em from the air
Fu manchu glance at a verbal assassin
--MR. LIF--
I settle all things through a megaphone
I glance, transmit, land-split, sand-shift
Found a metal grif by Lif, that's M-R to the L-I
Leave the rabid laugh off or rip your chest off
Searchin' for the center of ya frame
Just coffee, got no blood, your arteries left soft
Hot of the presses, yes's, the East Beast who blesses
Trite's and stresses, various points
Infrastructures collapse
You lapse up within the cause of two traps
First, worst, chemically reacts retracts
All your personal facts 'till ya backtrack
And ya guess your illiterate who gets soft and laughed at
So primitive, derivative of a figurative
Phrase from back in the days I use to belittle kids
Invalids, mental bitches with ten digits
Opposable thumbs don't mean you can get dub
Officially it's only my mind that limits me
And lately I've been havin' visions of infinity
I'm the horizon, I'm comprisin'
Wit' dem' tales me survivin' through means, so vomit
Some murderers were left silent
Those who spoke choked on hope, threw up
So much pressure in their cells 'till their dome blew up
I'm heaven in hell, boy, the piles compose my frame
And I'll even dissipate the rain
Chose the latter, my prose compose the ladder
For you to ripple down 'till you hit the ground
Then check my synopsis, read by cyclops'
Autopsy deemed trite, trite from all these
Sloppy in some cases you fold over four places
Fold to the globe's oasis
History's a myth to me, the current is electricity
A ankle to start, that'll dangle there
Physically swivel maybe talk and teeter off
So give up, put down the mic
And admit that you're soft and get DONE

 

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