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boric acid - centri lyrics

memorized beats and memorized rhymes
combined into a ballad out my boric acid mind of crime
crawl to find the rewind b-tton in your sleep
as you stop to watch your bed rot cause your head bops to the beat for weeks

1st verse

like pac said…

against all odds im like the thought of black god in the devils head
self made millionaire straight out of special ed
zilla suicide pill refiller i got special meds
you call them bullets i like to call them my metal pez
dispensed from a rebel head and aimed at a level head to level
i grab the handle whenever the kettles red
i start blowing off steam wherever the metal says at several
i do it for rose pedals and ghetto cred
i’m sick enough to carve a rhyme in a shovel
and beat your face in the same exact place until the shovels read / red
i put my sh-t together delicate like crackhead
with his last broken cigarette i sever rap head
im a vocal chord warrior, open sores form on ya
im seeing you need treatment let me doc-ment the formula
first i take time to feed my mind before i free it, then at break time i read each line before i repeat it
make time to memorize each line before i speak it, then i cycle each rhyme in my mind so i can freak it
in do time you’ll see it, i grab the mic to keep it
until i drag your seroto from the pulpit to the bleechers
mark x’s on your calendar starting from the end
and work your way up to today and sit and wait for me to banish ya
i’ll damage ya, no practical jokes no hidden cameras
no fake snakes popping out of zillas canister
i’m rhyme heavy

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2nd verse

half my time is knowledge the other half is rebel
half my mind is solvent the other half is metal
my thoughts are unsettled several and wild like
i nurture them deep in my skull until it all becomes wildlife
saber tooth in the sound proof booth
i grab the mic and start blacking like fish from amy ruths
grenade rhyme on my back, run in your headquarters
i pulled the pin and blew it up before the feds caught us
don’t ever try to reach a level of mine you 12 levels behind the rebel
we both 13 behind the devel
when i dishevel your spine you’ll find yourself in a bind
this incredible mind of mine is flammable candle proof
the design it can’t be tattered its vandel proof
the pattern can’t be duped or recreated it flannel proof
mandible claw melt face paint off hawk and animal
my rubber rooms locked whenever my tunes knocked
somewhere in long island ain’t no saints in these boondocks
you’ll need a body guard beware
you’ll need a saint bernard and probably george saint pierre yeah
sometimes i let my verses fight in a cage
and then the last 3 standing just end up on the page
you featured batista, i catch a roid rage on stage
my wrestling joint got mickey rourke rocking hearing aids
body body piper k!lled you with a spark
zilla serial k!ller i treat my murders like art
the graphic artist toe tagging horrific exhibits
i swallow rap posters, call it the red dragon
copyrighted lectures of hannibal lecter warning
the recorded proffessor has a cannibal nectar
these rhymes hard like meds for kids with helmets
that dont eat them sh-ts unless you crush it in their helmanns
my voice propels 2012 on the mic
i say my grace before i indulge on the mic
i pull the plug and watch you die in seconds
the only music you’ll be charting is your medical records

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- centri lyrics

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