"The T-Virus (remix demo)" genre: Alternative Hip Hop
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	This is the "electrocution graveyard" mix with only the first and third verses
	CD: Sample The Martian pressents: Untyin' Lost Souls   Label: Galactic Dust Records Credits: eMpyre ramireX, K. Hurley
	Story Behind the Song The song was inspired one of many ex-girlfriends, my parents and people in general who have nothing to offer the world. Lyrics The T-Virus 1.5 In time I’m hopin this rhyme is dopin you like silicon twistin’ with energy distant A crippling tool - crumbles this stumbling race Watch this whack mutation trace the roots of what you’d like - to call communication Its a black plague facing a biological foundation Words are my weapons if your steppin in my ring I know it stings I’m your four alarm fire Your wire is severed - this line should be connected Draining on my power - when you’re shit goes unconnected I know your infected I keep my lungs protected Ideas projected, reflected, I’m rejected My respect is wrecked and I’m charged with malice When I check your palace your temple is stale Rusted chain mail keeps the spores inside Confide for healing, breathing your feelings, expanding the ceiling, on what we could be Now what I see is a brain hungry zombie sleeping next to me Cho I see a bit mark - - SCAB!! A flesh wound - - Damn!! Another friend - - Lost!! The living dead walk Why can’t you see that the living dead walk? I see a bit mark - - SCAB!! A flesh wound - - Damn!! Another friend - - Lost!! The living dead walk x2 Why can’t you see that the living dead walk? My spirit is queasy it’s not so easy To connect to a server with power and stability Fuck humility I can feel my ability I slip when I’m alone Tripping on the phone (When) nobody’s home a signal I roam for I modify my clone while you poison the host I gather my ghost to explore the mansion Control the expansion - my umbrella of hate I live for the day when total strangers relate I contemplate with illusions of grandeur Feel my motor purr cause my motor is pure Subdue the skeleton - destroy this nemesis Undo this guardian who’s the goddess of genesis Got maps and treasures - - tools and weapons Magic feathers and tomes of pleasures Got keys and codes to erode your clothes Where do you suppose I find the lock for you to speak? Can you tweak your tongue and let me see who you are? I think I found your lock underneath another scar Cho I spy with my mind’s eye – a disease that you deny I fly high untyin lost souls before they die Like ice attacks cracks I attack with facts - - on logical gaps Relax the tax - - and wax the scratch that decorates your pride Hidden deep inside no thoughts collide Your thoughts have died Before they found your mouth Like the South pole frozen Opinions posin’ intentionally chosen to ignore this son (sun) Somehow fooled that you can talk and listen Have I mentioned my condition? I don’t hear your dissin’ words If I fear your missin gears With no mission to escape Your tapes hissin my playback eat my feedback you dance with lies and its no surprise You never open your eyes when your swallowing flies I’ll keep my compromise While you vacate my premises I hate you for not feelin The loss of our benefits Thank you for reading, thinking, feeling, therefore being – much more than just breathing - eMpyre

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