Тексты песен «Bionic Jive»

My approach to danger Political sabotage for death in front of abortion clinics The American pastime is murder at high schools And pipe bombs at the Olympics Hate crimes in federal buildings, terrorism abroad...

I been malignant, my brain, it desecrate your evolution Mass produce rhymes with liquid biofusion In a cesspool, I'm hazardous, I step in the club I resurrect the dance floor like I'm Lazaryth from the cabinet I...

I sit I'm my room claustrophobic, as I watch the walls breath succumbing to self pity, and these voices wont leave. I got a revolver in my hand with six chambers and they all full, every bullet contradicts the...

I bang the whip in the parkin' lot Step out sparklin' a medallion as I listen to the club hop Step in the spot, head noddin', countin' big faces Now I'm plottin' how to get the freaks out the silk laces Ok, my...

This is me, black and most hated in all fifty From Genocide to Swastikas and right wing committees This is me, the witness to governmental conspiracy Overcrowded cells breed addicts to feed my street This is me, the...

Intergalactic gas surrounds the core of the solar Now I'm born a supernova, blow your mind to bipolar I switch my league from the degrees of lava Back to the surface of the solar Holding torches with the rage of...

Are you ready for a brother With a mouth full of hand grenades? Watch a brothers tongue serenade With the grace of a razor blade over butter In the middle of a heat wave, peep ways Got a baby in every part of the...

Rush, rush rush, rush Rush, rush, rush I hold your attention, protect yourself at all time This is war, ready, aim, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire Sweep concentration camps with blood hounds Night lamps lurking in...

This is the response after the passing of a dark storm And exhales from 5 headed dragons Swinging temperature to bring fright to Fahrenheit Can I hit your hold dog pile and leave with a razor blade smile? I can hit...

Yo we hazardous, dangerous rhyme patterns you couldn't see with 3D optical lenses, or telescope telepathy. All I hear is rock bands with wack MC collaborations, with no structure, we on point like hypodermic...

Cut him Somebody take flight from this stage to the crowd below And expose a bloody nose from the the flows of your elbows No crowd control This is no holds barred, we gonna brawl Until you knocked out, sprawled...

One day on the block I was speaking to a close partner A black Caddie rolled up (I shot ya) I felt my soul reach back thru times With my youth was cold and gritty On the south side of the city Read the sign it...