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Martina:
I'm rated
"R"...this is a warning, ya better void,
Poets are
paranoid, DJ's destroyed,
'Cause I came
back to attack others in spite-
Strike like
lightnin', It's quite frightenin'
But don't
be afraid in the dark, in a park,
Not a scream
or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark;
Tremble like
a alcoholic, muscles tighten up,
What's that,
lighten up, you see a sight but,
Suddenly you
feel like you're in a horror flick,
You grab your
heart then wish for tomorrow quick.
Music's the
clue, when I come your warned,
Apocolypse
Now, when I'm done, ya gone.
Haven't you
ever heard of a MC-murderer?
This is the
death penalty,and I'm servin' a
Death wish,
so come on, step to this
Hysterical
idea for a lyrical perfectionist
Friday the
thirteenth, walking down Elm Street,
You come in
my realm ya get beat,
This is off
limits, so your visions are blurry,
All ya see
is the meters at a volume,
Pumping lyrics
of fury
Terror in the
styles, never error-files,
Indeed I'm
known-your exiled!
For those
that oppose to be level or next to this
I ain't a
devil and this ain't the exorcist.
Worse than
a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink,
The pain's
a migraine every time ya think,
Flashbacks
interfere, ya start to hear:
The R-A-K-I-M
in your ear;
Then the beat
is hysterical,
That makes
Eric go get a ax and chops the wack,
Soon the lyrical
format is superior,
Faces of death
remain,
MC's decaying,
'cause they never stayed,
The scene
of a crime every night at the show,
The fiend
of a rhyme on the mic that you know,
It's only
one capable, breaks-the unbreakable,
Melodies-unmakable,
pattern-unecscapable,
A horn if
want the style I posses,
I bless the
child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest,
For those
that envy a MC it can be,
Hazardous
to your health so be friendly,
A matter of
life and death, just like a etch-a-sketch,
Shake 'till
your clear, make it disappear, make the next,
After the
ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace,
If not, my
soul'll release
The scene
is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it,
'Cause you're
about to see a disasterous sight,
A performance
never again performed on a mic:
Lyrics of
fury.
from:_
source:
booklet of the Japanese release
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