Story Behind the Song
Lyrics by Anomos
Track by Potent Pete
Lyrics
Once Again
On some head banger trilogy
You have to be six feet deep with full blown to be as ill as me.
Microphone slang
Take it straight to the brain
Find it hard to maintain
Dont want a kamikaze with my brains frame,
Looking for me, here you find me
Face to face with a freight train
What I carry is non-simple,
Besides a few M.C.s I stand invincible
Wonna save a few lives
You need to save this instrumental.
ANOMOS, Scorch Melter be me
Ask Craig G
Im hot like fire parts 1, 2, 3
And the 4th coming, close to me theres no sequel
Only my brothers close to being equal.
And thats still not close enough
Nasty lyrics make you throw up
Slit your back
My crew Dutch-master roll up
Whats the hold up,
Rain the 4-4-storm speed your stroll up
Make the world trade in the center
When I blow up.
Crack your shell and go nuts
You reveal straight box, and butt cheeks
Like a virgin that tried to sneak
You got burned for trying to sleep.
Verbally Im in the first degree
Plead with steezes
[One click-back] squeezes
[Infra-red] on diseases.
Physical strangers
Analyze [verbal dangers]
Word interchanger
[Verbs] kill three brain chambers.
Caged in with the [rage within]
Gages blazing sin
Execute sound dimensions
Into comprehensive exhibitions.
Hold it down by logic
Vocabulary spills in this mental closet.
Your steeze gets freeze to froze
Weakling foes try to blazeblaz it
[Cant run or hide from]
Last breath to memorize it.
Recite these quotes
Face strept throat provoked
Take tokes of what I wrote
First note [burns throats] like gun smoke.
Cant surpass this spiritual
Lyrical [slash] massacre.
In this world I might be the livest
Against the universe
Leaving not one survivor,
Transform the coffin to a hearse
Ill be the driver
You play the back seat
Forever sleep, your life retires,
Living Scorch
Hold the torch walking through hell fires [burn]
The living dead is who my rhyme inspires, [learn]
Speak the truth to not be a liar, liars
Must justify the truth to hold empire,
Overthrow empire
Now it goes to whos the liver
Theres no escape no matter what
Ill sacrifice McGyver,
Tie me to the third rail
I prefer lava
And bring horror
You wont make it through yesterdays tomorrow.
Im trapped close the 2 gates
My fate is up for grabs
And my life is at true stake
Married to the New State.
York City
Feeling no pity if your kitty
Like a pussycat
On the really you know the daily.
Have 9 ruger reasons
To leave you leaking
16 quotes one in the head
The 16th is now speaking.
In the essence
Of hollow slugs
[No doubt] your brain strung out
Off these verbal sell drugs.
[D-Day] the heartbeat no longer lub-dub
Things I think of
Force the respiration tract
To collapse than rub.
Pull strings until youre strung out
Blowing lungs out
When dum-dums come out
Guns people talk about.
Walk the coffin out
Remain stalking out the corpse
Forfeit the life loss
To my verbal intercourse.
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