Bronze Nazareth - Hypnotic Prophets

Since we've seen each other, a game goes on*
Secretly I move, and you respond
You're winning, you think it's funny
But look up from the board now (1984: Quatrain 1245)
Prevention of ascension, lyrically hesitant to mention
The wackest lines that you regret written visions and mental missions
Got a nigga waiting, decisions, decisions
Hip-Hop religion risen, 50-50 5th and 26 shine spitting
40 million winning, where youthful children sinning
Beginning like tin man, breathing 43rd win
The unburden flaming niggas that burn men
Reaffirm men, the churning cauldron that hauls men and women
To Hip-Hop's fields of killing
Scalpel like voice, heavy enough to smash big buildings
"Just came back from the dead tonight"
I blaze electromagnetic phonetic, my grip is like pathogens
My cell's multiplying, your cycle of Circadian rhythms
Molest the zip code, number two pencil execution
Cross your fulvic, nomad, lungs sucking up nitrogen
Perpendicular era of conspiracy in the Unknown
I sharpen my erection; harpoon you through your pubic bones



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