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possessed (rhyme asylum) – killzone كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: grimlok]
in these days we do or die
i ain’t spray [?], you say you’re [?] when you only aim and shoot the sky
claim your dudes are grime
but when my crew’s beside me, you reconsider beef like you just saw a supersized me
i wanna get played over with the use of [?]
or imma draw blood like twisted kids with red crayola
say it’s over and admit defeat, your sh_t is weak
or imma be forced to wreck and make your soul divorce your flesh
turn more to less, evеry metaphor is fresh
when i’m writing, [kick?] thе [?] and then abort the rest
i’m the lord possessed, pounding your face
feeding you a knuckle_sandwich while shouting out “how does it taste?!”
f_ck friends! they can go and drown in a lake
’cause i’d rather die alone than be surrounded by snakes
i’m out for the cake, that’s why i spew ill raps
and think big like somebody asked me “who k!lled pac?”

[verse 2: possessed]
i spread disease with a b_tter_knife
mention me when clutching mics and you’ll turn the seven seas to the blood of christ
i want the world to listen
as the thoughts in my brain expand like grains of sand into piles of wisdom
my violent ways of rhyming is what the cypher craves
spitting rhymes and predicting lines with my psychic traits
during earthquakes i surf seismic waves
disconnect the internet by spitting meteorites in cybersp_ce
i’m the biggest threat when i’m c_cky
my aura shines so bright it separates my silhouette from my body
immersed in the most painful sin
i’m a cross_breed _ demonic form with h_rns, evolving angel wings
dropping raps i spit _ the sickest sound was born
you stay rocking caps, but sh_t, i rock a fitted crown of h_rns
and hit tracks with the impacts of sledgehammers
spit raps as i p_ss on the graves of dead rappers
[verse 3: manage]
i got my hand on a weapon while i rock into this beat
i see apocalyptic streets, the dead rising [?]
when i spit the fire there’s no denying your defeat
rappers best to leave peacefully like dying in their sleep
i hold the mic and testify against the lies and deceit
but then i contradict myself and live the life of a thief
i soul_steal a dream, weaving on the minds of the weak
[???]
the evil inside me, [?] bad_mannered
my words reverberate like penetration with jackhammers
this type of action can’t be captured by the camera
take the microphone and turn the crowd into a massacre
attack the perimeter, like gorillas in bolivia
i never bend over backwards _ i spine the [?] mental prisoner
in tune with these shady spitters
you rappers are left shocked like little kids from babysitters

- possessed rhyme asylum

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