Rhyme Asylum – The Art Of Raw Lyrics
Lyrics
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 glass
- 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 death 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
- Fuck mics all I need is one knife
- To cut lives short, contract killer - unsigned
- Vampiric blood type
- Make you throw up the knots in your stomach to leave you tongue tied
Psiklone
- My sick life's worse than worst death
- Dashed a flick knife at the midwife before I took my first breath
- Rising stars
- Burn the planet till it turns to ashes with a magnifying glass
- Reverse down the righteous path
- My saliva’s fundamental to tranquilizer darts
- Flashbacks to a violent past
- Last time I saw and eye sore I sawed my eyes in half
- Take drugs with no conscience
- Pupils dilate like columbine killers with slow watches
- The Christ corpse hangs up in my house
- Free running without my feet touching the ground
- Minotaur lost in the maze
- So high when I throw us both off a cliff we'll go opposite ways
- Fuck physical harm
- I’d psychologically rip you apart but my rhymes'll probably split you in half
Chorus
- 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
Possessed
- If my name is put in a verse
- You frame is put in a hearse and layed six foot in the dirt (Word)
- Seven stars in my right hand
- Highlander lifespan, burn stacks of Mein Kampf
- Psiklone and Possessed
- Raise the bar ‘till every one we drop is over your head
- Annville style, broken your neck
- You are wack mediocre at best - NEXT!
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 moving
- Within several seconds I undergo eons of natural evolution
Chorus
- 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