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Bash - B.R.E Presents: "Definition Of Illness" Featuring Meta 5 Eviley - The Struggle SHOCK VALUE Torn runnin for shunned dreams / Breathin contorts till the lungs cling/ I’m like asthma when I twist the spleens/ And smite ya stamina by exhibitin the keen/ Creativity is set from the left, just to provide the insight/ And my responsibility is ta upset, till ya mind get to the right/ Now Ima be shiftin necks live after 5/ With just the check of the mic as a prototype/ And like assholes doin jail time Ima keep it tight/ So don’t end up like left eye cause u didn’t restrain ya strife/ Damn Ima get felt like I was an adrenaline rush/ Pushin brains in ta guts if and when ya ride on impulse/ Now trust Ima stay hot enough/ To just burn the ash off tha Dutch/ To put in words its like I cough the EX up/ Stir up the nerves til ya thoughts get properly touched/ If Its a battle, I think of tomahawks when beats thump/ Cause I seek the heat to make ya blood seethe up/ Rewind this til ya gulp these lyrics up/ Or sip from the cup, til you hiccup the gist of it up/ Heart of a dragon I respire heat with venomous busts/ And my task is ta drop fire before ya feet like cigarette butts/ Just know I’m the kid from the 7-1-4 reputed/ With the method of minotaur if disputed/ Who persists as a vocal defender/ Who solicits goose bumps in local listeners/ These bitches don’t know my style it’s switchin/ Similar to bisexual disposition when Im in competition/ Now get it straightened! BRIDGE: Relieve the tension/ Tha shock tactics inflicts the apathetic masses/ Similar to sporadic bullets blasted from semi-automatics/ I’m like electrified eels and ya can’t touch the skill/ You think you hard ha! better bring the viagra pills/ I’m Not from Chi-town but I stay Ill wit shit/ And that Noise you’d better kill it/ Cause no sense from the common cat will/ Have ya blood spill on the burnin battlefield/ VERSE 2: I’m Diggin in the crates to acquire the taste of mass appeal/ Rig the ones who hate who can neva penetrate the energy shield/ Vessel of the real and I’m never demotin thug/ No record deal wont have me endorsin guns/ To me Hip-Hop plays the golden gun to stun/ And Mics be the slugs rockin the body numb/ Yes the Fifth Element is amazin blazing/ The Shogun bringin decadence to the nation/ So why pay lump sums to stray from abstinent ways/ When I can burn you out like ya do spliffs on ashtrays/ Cause niggas mince the brain/ With rat poison to cloak ya dismay/ Triggas make killas the weak subjugate their mind state/ Liqua make dealas and they stay in labyrinth of malaise/ While verbally I sodomize the pitiful minds/ Or those inclined to touch mic devices with the likes of mine/ To shed the light all I need is one stand and a spotlight/ One hand and one mic to rock the spot at the height of the night/ When ya finished ya finished In the given time limit/ My intention is to disfigure ya from waist-line to tendon/ and splendor at how I dismember the fruits of ya labor/ By lyrically blendin em limber like blades at the bottom of blenders/ Remember many presume to enter you are what you eat/ So if I consume the pick of the litter what does that make me/ |
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