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• Artiste: Rhyme Asylum
• Titre: For The Hate
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[Chorus] This is hate music Punch you in the face music Raise the murder rate music Put em in the grave music And we make music for the insane to relate to it Hate music Punch you in the face music Raise the murder rate music Put em in the grave music And we make music for the insane, the insane [Psiklone] I dream up the hate in a steel mesh cage Fuck a word, I'll get a bayonet blade an edge waste Break a record's before their Set's straight While at God's and Lucifer's chess game and spot the move of the checkmate I'll blow my fuse and knock your lights out And push you head first off the top of your moral high-ground You know the deal The first man to cross the arctic draggin' a hundred huskies in a snow-mobile Rhyme caught the psychotic rapper Swallow bottled anger and transform like Doctor Banner Had to zone out, there's nothing left Death penalty: Kickin' a undercover Fed to a sudden death Scared of my mirror image, I'm off the hook While you've got no conviction like you've been acquitted Woke in the grave when I died in my sleep Afraid of the dark? Wait til we finally meet [Chorus] [Possessed] Here's my declaration of war, pray to The Lord Name of my inner child: Damien Thorn Live by the way of the sword My name don't ring bells (nah) it sounds Gabriel's Horn Chip off the old block of ?flats? Lunges transform oxygen to a toxic gas (Exhales) Release a breath Need to be given lethal injections every hour to keep me dead Turn green when seeing red, beat my chest Rub shoulders at me: Freeze to death I'm armed and dangerous I carved the Star of David into the foreheads of mastered Masons Incarcerated in a mic booth It ain't a simile when I say “I don't like you” My IQ's double your sperm count Impatient, slit my throat just to get this verse out [Chorus] [Skirmish] We the greatest that you've heard, right? (right) Word life, love is blind and I couldn't see it in the first Til I was on the receiving end of her spite And my bitch of my better half pulled out my worst side So fuck love! We do this for the hate Call my name, the force of course is sure to pray Cross my heart hope you die Don't mean to tickle ribs when I say all jokes aside I'm done with the past, I leave history This the clique that I rep til the bitter end for the sweet victory Possess his soul and see my switch blade stab Fighting the person within in a rib cage match Look, I've got hate in my eyes Come equipped with a powerful weapon and armed a dangerous mind So I'm a aim for the skies and when I shoot for the stars Over my dead body you'll be stayin' alive [Chorus]