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gauge the mental murderah - past tense (demo) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: gauge the mental murderah]
i’m comin’ from the under_neath where much mental breathe
bring the relief, i’m wishin’ on a four_leaf without a reef
gunsmoke keeps it sick so duck quick
’cause my clique rolls thicker than ants at a picnic
gauge_uh, the mental murder is my marks
my marks pumps sparks that lights parks up
when i cuff the mic and catch wreck, wreck’s caught
then i teleport into my mental for_tress
i’m ready to dismiss at any miss
so hit or forfeit, my spit will [?] brain cells split
roll up on the gas, i’ll see past any pumped gas
that’s tryna pull a fast when noone’s fast
live in the mind to rewind, then come again
i’m flossin’ them rappеrs that are like mice and try to bе men
but every now and then i delete, keep my eyes on the street
so myselfs can eat the minds that retreat
[?] on the side of me, ready for drama
[?] like a comma
said it wasn’t like leavin’ your kids with jeffrey dahmer
i don’t need dough to make sense
when my rhymes commence they cause dents
i must be stressed ’cause i’m past tense

[chorus x4: gauge the mental murderah]
you see me, now you don’t
you see me, now you don’t
mc’s won’t step to the pope, [?]
yo i’m past tense
[verse 2: gauge the mental murderah]
room to breath ’cause my oxygen is limited
plus the spell from the cella dwellas makes me prohibited
and touch mics that is not fitted with me
containin’ no wit, they’ll just split when i grasp it
metamorphines in they coffins underneath chillin’
lyrics i’m spillin’ is givin’ ’em thoughts about they next k!llin’
when i feel the thrust, i must bust rhymes that’s mentally sick
or like the tin man, i rust
gauge, rippin’ up the stage on the norm
’cause i can bust raps for copycats in 20 below in shorts on
[?] that is hard to lose
like stretch box on a fat girls thigh
by any means, i’m out to make grease
like copycat and fiends turn to [?] into guess jeans
but i gotta keep it real no doubt
my pouch down in my drawer so i got nothin’ to lip about
just droppin’ bombs in the sequence, so don’t commence
if you got sense i must be stressed ’cause i’m past tense

[chorus x4: gauge the mental murderah]
you see me, now you don’t
you see me, now you don’t
mc’s won’t step to the pope, [?]
yo i’m past tense
[verse 3: gauge the mental murderah]
instrumentals mixed with the dentals
plus my mentals forms of bein’ foreseein’ high credentials
david veira, rain in terror with the voice pitch
but it’s a b_tch that i’m not rich like an east wig witch
flip the switch ’cause i’m on and goin’ north
drinkin’ with resanow keeps my head steamin’ like fish broth
bka crew respect due from the chest
them boys must pack vests if they want test
the mental assassin trespassin’ you [?]
without incisions, collisions make the brain melt
g man, hold it down they not around
so let’s dig so rappers get phony like a wig when they get big
but i just swig on a heineken with wick
light my stove with a bic and the rest can eat a big fat [d_ck]
what’s on my heart’s numb ’cause i packs helium
so i can rise above the [?] bum that’s out for red rum
i don’t need dough to make sense
when my rhymes commence they cause dents
i must be stressed ’cause i’m past tense

[chorus x4: gauge the mental murderah]
you see me, now you don’t
you see me, now you don’t
mc’s won’t step to the pope, [?]
yo i’m past tense
[outro: gauge the mental murderah]
word ’em up, past tense
[?] b_st_rds
for the nine [?], word ’em up g

- gauge the mental murderah

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