[Mad Child] Slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic Sensational recreational narcotics I thought I lost it but I found it Temptation marches along till Im surrounded Inspired by fire the sensual illusion Caught between the crossfire anger and confusion Howl at the moon black blanket thats starlit Im rarely romantic plowing through tramps and harlots Madchild prevails tails of the unwanted Not to be taken for granted My past has come back and haunted for real Ive all ready danced with death. a dozen black roses I pose with babies breath Be afraid a place where magic is made Ill rain on your parade with silver razor blades Im creepin over the fence crawlin through your back yard My mind states intense Savage penetration on the rocks with a twist Now scream and shake your fists Cause dreams are made of this [Thirdrail Vic] For real the opposite transmit telepathic Roamin the flats with automatics and back packs Doin jacks for Big Macs Accumulatin stacks to make Gs Nigga please, you artificial [Saafir] You dropped somethin, its your heart An its still pumpin, pumpin you from this existence It seems to be absolutely mandatory, cause you be manipulatin skin But no way, because you fake I can trace out your image Even though you dont cast one, I smell a rat, Im smellin that Stay back at least 150 inches You brew tea? an I know you know I can sense it With the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenches Henceforth the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps Swingin sleep out your mouth How long you been hibernatin? Too long! Youre abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your melon Droppin grammar like a judges hammer I feel you mark, feel me feel your chart You gotta be real an you gotta to have heart You gotta to be real an you gots to have heart [Prevail] Stir the blur, nuts and bolts whirl Stored in electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floors Shift the weight towards the door, in hopes of escape When hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev creates Sound break, concord, eye of the condor Hand skills of a saboteur, youre in for A war that pours coarse of molten into cords Strung by the young ones, put me on tour No folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores [Big Nous] Soft rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon characters Grafted from Africa, in this game you got no stature Not even a factor in this Whole shit makes me yawn Snatch your heart out your chest like a 96 ghetto spawn Antonym of urban, too feminine for this cutthroat mentality Have ? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out your Suburban Fallacy with no antidote, in this ? your age get broke Runnin from gun smoke, ballin never rumin Silver spoons crumbin from flavour Soon there will be no overseer to save ya When I delve, tell your podiatrist its a size 12 National ? Soldiers, leakin a swine A snake with no spine, Ill see you, I peeped you Youll see blue, the fake A quick death is your fate Now, I got shit to do
pumpin, cord, rumin, metamorphize, hibernatin