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Artwork by Kebo
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lyrics
[Verse 1]
I speak to the dead then I summon my flows/
I'm under an oath, committed to a rugged approach/
I covet the gore, hit you with a murderous dose/
Thunderous roars, that'll split your skull wi' the force/
Punish my foes, stuff 'em in a dungeon below/
Surgical shows, as I'm Bunsen burnin' their toes/
The church is a joke, just to keep you under control/
I discourage little kiddies as I'm fuckin' the pope/
Judgin' my soul? Take a flyin' fuck out the door/
You're nothin' to me, the holy father, son n the ghost/
My luck is my own, take an uppercut to the nose/
Up in yer dome, I chuckle as you slump t'the floor/
Stutterin' folk, I show 'em how it's done n some more/
Shuttin' your holes, as if there's something stuck in your throat/
Splutter n choke, like a bucket, up in a smoke/
I'm the mutha fuckin' ultimate, the sultan of raw/
[Hook]
You know I run shit, I keep it pumpin'/
I make your bird cum quick when I tongue twist/
Fuck around, you're bound to get your nut split/
Diamond in the rough amongst these other fuck-wits/
X 2
[Verse 2]
The final straw, step t'the mic, record/
Rhymes that'll strike a raw nerve in your spinal cord/
Makin' you climb the walls, makin' your mind contort/
Makin' every little thing in your life dissolve/
Let me ignite the torch, sheddin' some light upon/
Venom inside my thoughts, webbin' n citotoxins/
Decide your fortune, you will will shite your drawers when/
I morph into Jekyll n hide your corpse/
Buried inside a box, your own pine coffin/
There is nothin' that can stop when the eye of the storm spins/
Quietly watchin', the violent vortex/
It's fight or flight time, get ready for war when/
Sirens callin', we rise n fall in/
Divide n conquer, it's the cypher squadron/
Supplyin' the rawness, applyin' distortion/
Like a meteoric comet of seismic proportions/
[Hook]
You know I run shit, I keep it pumpin'/
I make your bird come quick when I tongue twist/
Fuck around, you're bound to get your nut split/
Diamond in the rough amongst these other fuck-wits/
