Think - The Art of Raw lyrics

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Think - The Art of Raw lyrics

[Verse 1: Possessed] Got off to a flying start Manoeuvring two hijacked jets into Isengard Catch a lightning charge And any sand that's beneath my feet solidifies to gla** I'm insane My lion heart roars from behind the bars of my rib cage A formidable force Got two souls and they fight for control of my physical form Tighten the rope, commit suicide And scare you to d**h from the sight of my ghost My right hand has a mind of its own At night I wake to find it holding knives to my throat f** mics! All I need is one knife To cut lives short, contract k**er; unsigned Vampiric blood type. Make you throw up the knots in your stomach to leave you tongue tied [Verse 2: Psiklone] My sick life's worse than the worst d**h I dashed a flick knife at the midwife Before I took my first breath Rising stars, burn the planet 'Til it turns to ashes, with a magnifying gla** Reverse down the righteous path My saliva's fundamental to tranquilizer darts Flashbacks to a violent past Last time I saw an eye sore I sawed my eyes in half Take d** with no conscience My pupils dilate, like columbine k**ers with slow watches The Christ corpse hangs up in my house Free running without my feet touchin' the ground Minotaur lost in the maze So high when I throw us both off a cliff we'll go opposite ways f** physical harm, I'd psychologically rip you apart But my rhymes'll probably split you in half [Hook] It's my time in this, my time My time, my time in this, we get raw It's my time to spit, my time My time, my time to spit, we get raw It's my time in this, my time My time, my time in this, we get raw It's my time to spit, my time My time, my time to spit we get raw [Verse 3: Possessed] If my name is put in a verse You frame is put in a hearse and layed six foot in the dirt Seven stars in my right hand Highlander lifespan, burn stacks of Mein Kampf Psiklone and Possessed Raise the bar ‘til every one we drop is over your head Anvil style, broken your neck You are wack mediocre at best – NEXT! [Verse 4: Psiklone] Under the streets, hunting for meat I'll turn a blind eye into one that can see Split identity crisis, I'm stepping in cyphers With the breath control of adrenalin divers On a path to supremacy The universe expands into empty parts of my memory At the speed I'm movin' Within several seconds I undergo eons of natural evolution [Repeat Hook]